Page 63 of Marked by Alphas 2: Claimed (The Blood Moon Chronicle #2)

Water sluiced down Kai’s body, accentuating every line, every curve, every newly defined muscle. His jet-black hair, darkened further by the water, created a stark contrast against his luminescent skin. The combination was mesmerizing—like moonlight captured in human form.

He’s glowing , Caleb observed, awe mixing with desire in his internal voice.

The dragon blood , Marcus confirmed, noting how Kai’s skin seemed to shimmer under the water, a subtle iridescence that hadn’t been there before his awakening.

Beautiful , Derek added, his wolf pushing against his control as Kai reached for the soap, working it into a lather between his hands before slowly—very slowly—running them over his chest, down his stomach, across his thighs.

Through their bond, the brothers shared a surge of pride mixed with frustrated desire.

Their little mate was proving himself worthy of them in ways they hadn’t anticipated—clever, defiant, and utterly fearless in the face of three alpha wolves.

And his body… his body was a masterpiece of supernatural evolution, the perfect blend of human grace and otherworldly power.

“When we get out of here,” Caleb promised, his voice rough with desire, “you’re going to regret this.”

“No,” Kai corrected, his hands continuing their deliberate journey across his body, “I’m going to enjoy it. The question is, how much are you going to suffer through dinner first?”

He turned, giving them his back again, running soapy hands over his shoulders and down his spine.

Marcus felt his wolf slam against his mental barriers, demanding release.

The sight of those slender fingers tracing paths they longed to follow was maddening.

Through their bond, he sensed his brothers’ similar torment—each of them imagining those hands on their bodies instead, those elegant fingers wrapped around them, stroking with the same teasing deliberation.

The soap highlighted the pre-marking scars at the base of Kai’s spine—the triangle that had bound them together for nine years, now more prominent as his awakening neared completion.

All three wolves howled internally at the sight, recognizing their claim on his flesh even as they were prevented from reinforcing it.

Those marks need refreshing , Derek’s thought was almost feral. Need to make them permanent.

Need to add more , Caleb agreed, his usual playfulness entirely absent. Mark every inch of him.

“This is what happens,” Kai continued, glancing over his shoulder to meet their heated gazes, “when you leave me worked up with no relief.”

“We were being considerate,” Marcus ground out, his knuckl es white where he gripped the sauna bench. The wood splintered under his fingers, supernatural strength responding to his fraying control. “Giving you time.”

“Maybe I don’t want time,” Kai replied, turning to face them fully, making no attempt to hide his own arousal. “Maybe I want you to stop treating me like I might break.”

Derek’s wolf surged forward at the challenge in those words.

The military man had spent decades mastering his self-control, but now it was crumbling like sand against the tide.

His enhanced vision caught every detail—water droplets racing down Kai’s chest, the flush spreading across his skin, the way his pulse hammered visibly at his throat.

That throat that begged for teeth, for claiming marks that would tell the world who Kai belonged to.

Want to mark that throat , Derek’s thought was barely coherent. Want everyone to see.

Want everyone to know he’s ours , Marcus agreed, his own wolf pacing restlessly behind his human facade.

Kai’s hand drifted lower, trailing down his stomach with deliberate slowness. “You know,” he said conversationally, though his voice had grown husky, “I’ve been having the most interesting dreams lately.”

“Kai,” Marcus warned, his voice barely human now. “Don’t.”

The warning fell on deaf ears as Kai’s hand drifted lower still. “Dreams about three wolves. Three very… attentive wolves.” His fingers wrapped around himself, drawing a soft gasp that echoed through the gym. “Who do all sorts of delicious things to me.”

Caleb’s imagination ignited at the words, vivid images flooding his mind—Kai beneath him, around him, those small hands clutching at his shoulders, those perfect lips parted on breathless moans.

The fantasy was so real he could almost taste Kai’s skin, feel the heat of him.

His wolf howled in frustration, claws scratching at his insides, demanding they break free and turn those dreams into reality.

The brothers’ enhanced vision was both blessing and curse now—allowing them to see every minute detail of Kai’s self-pleasure while emphasizing the barrier between them.

Those delicate hands that should be on their bodies, that mouth that should be gasping their names, that lithe form that should be pinned beneath them—all tantalizingly visible but untouchable behind the glass.

“Sometimes,” Kai continued, his breathing growing more ragged, “it’s Marcus who takes control first. He pins me down, makes me beg…” He twisted his wrist, drawing another gasp from his lips. “His mouth is everywhere, claiming every inch of me.”

Marcus’ mind filled with the image—Kai spread beneath him, wrists pinned above his head, writhing as Marcus tasted every inch of his skin.

His wolf roared at the vision, seeing it not as fantasy but as rightful claim delayed.

The alpha in him recognized the challenge in Kai’s display and hungered to answer it with overwhelming dominance.

Mine to claim , his wolf snarled. Mine to mark.

Ours , his brothers’ wolves corrected through the bond, their shared possessiveness vibrating between them.

“Other times,” Kai went on, increasing his pace slightly, “it’s Derek.

He’s rougher, more demanding. His hands leave bruises that I can feel for days…

” He let his head fall back, water cascading over his face as his hips began to move in rhythm with his hand.

“He marks me so everyone knows I’m his.”

Derek’s control shattered further, his eyes shifting fully to wolf amber as Kai’s words painted pictures in his mind.

He could see it—his hands gripping those slender hips hard enough to bruise, Kai’s smaller body arched beneath him, taking everything Derek gave him and begging for more.

His fingers itched to rec reate those imagined bruises, to leave visible evidence of their claiming on Kai’s perfect skin.

The sauna’s glass was fogging from their rising body heat, their wolves pushing their core temperatures higher as primal instincts overrode human restraint. Derek pressed his palm against the glass, leaving a clear handprint in the condensation—a futile attempt to reach their mate.

“And then there’s Caleb,” Kai gasped, his free hand bracing against the shower wall as pleasure built visibly in his expression. “He teases, makes me wait, drives me crazy with his mouth and his fingers until I’m begging…”

Caleb’s wolf surged forward at the description, a growl rumbling from his chest that vibrated through the sauna.

In his mind, he could see himself between Kai’s thighs, teasing him to the edge again and again, drinking in those desperate pleas.

His tongue darted out unconsciously to wet his lips, his body responding as if Kai’s fantasy were reality.

Want to taste him , Caleb’s thought burned through their bond. Need to taste him.

Need to claim him , Derek added, his internal voice rough with desire.

Need to own him , Marcus concluded, his alpha nature demanding complete possession.

“But you know what the best dreams are?” Kai asked, his voice breaking as he approached the edge. “The ones where all three of you take me at once. Where I’m surrounded, claimed completely, filled so full I can’t tell where I end and you begin…”

The image hit all three brothers simultaneously—Kai between them, surrounded by them, filled by them, completely and utterly theirs.

Their combined growls shook the sauna walls, the glass vibrating with the force of their restraint.

Their wolves clawed at their insides, demanding release, demanding they break free and make Kai’s fantasy real .

Marcus could almost feel it—Kai’s smaller body between them, the heat of him, the way he would yield and then push back, surrender and then challenge.

His wolf saw not three separate acts of claiming but a single, unified possession—their mate, marked and filled and owned by all of them at once, as was their right.

“That’s what I think about,” Kai confessed, his voice raw with need, “when I touch myself like this. When I’m alone in my bed, aching for you, remembering your hands, your mouths, your—ah!”

The sight of Kai’s release hit the brothers like a physical blow. Their wolves surged forward in unison, so close to the surface that their eyes glowed with supernatural light—crimson, amber, electric blue—their claws threatening to emerge, teeth lengthening with the need to mark and claim.

Derek’s military discipline crumbled completely, his wolf taking control of his thoughts if not his body.

He imagined pinning Kai against that shower wall, lifting him effortlessly, feeling those strong thighs wrap around his waist as he claimed what was his.

The fantasy was so vivid he could almost feel Kai’s wet skin against his palms, taste the water droplets on his neck.

Caleb’s playful nature was buried beneath primal need, his wolf calculating the seconds until they could break free, envisioning exactly how he would capture their fleeing mate.

In his mind, he could already hear Kai’s breathless laughter turning to moans as Caleb caught him, could feel those clever fingers clutching at his shoulders as pleasure overwhelmed their mate’s defiance.