Page 70 of Marked by Alphas 2: Claimed (The Blood Moon Chronicle #2)

“ P lease,” I gasped. More touch, more kisses, more of everything—anything to chase away the ache that was building low in my belly.

“Soon, little mate,” Marcus murmured against my ear, his voice a soothing balm that did nothing to quell the fire raging inside me. “Soon, we’ll give you everything you need. Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

The next thing I knew, I was being lifted out of the shower in a tangle of wet limbs and hungry mouths. Marcus carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing—a perk of dating supernaturally strong werewolves that I was quickly coming to appreciate.

He deposited me on the bed with surprising gentleness for someone who looked ready to devour me whole. I barely had time to catch my breath before Caleb was there, his weight dipping the mattress as he crawled toward me like a predator stalking prey.

“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him with grabby hands that would’ve embarrassed me if I wasn’t so far gone with need .

Caleb’s mouth claimed mine in a kiss that made my toes curl.

His tongue swept against mine, tasting, teasing, demanding a response I was all too willing to give.

I whimpered against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as if I could somehow pull him closer, meld our bodies together through sheer force of will.

“Greedy little thing,” he murmured against my mouth, the words more praise than censure.

“Says the wolf who’s been eye-fucking me across the dinner table for hours,” I shot back, though the effect was somewhat ruined by my breathlessness.

Caleb’s laugh was a warm rumble against my lips. “Can you blame me? After that shower stunt you pulled?”

The bed dipped again as Marcus settled behind me, his chest a wall of heat against my back. His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I shivered as his teeth grazed the skin there. His hands were everywhere, caressing, claiming, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“You taste like heaven,” Marcus growled, his grip on my hip tightening possessively.

“I taste like your fancy shower gel,” I corrected, my sass diminishing with every stroke of his fingers.

“You taste like ours,” he countered, the simple declaration sending a shiver down my spine.

Derek appeared at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he spread my legs wide with his broad hands. I groaned in anticipation, my body already knowing what was coming even as my brain short-circuited.

“Planning to join the party down there?” I managed, my voice embarrassingly high as Derek’s thumbs traced maddening circles on my inner thighs.

His answering smile was pure sin. “I’ve been thinking about this since you locked us in that sauna.”

Caleb released my mouth, turning his attention to my chest. His to ngue circled one nipple, then the other, until they were hard, sensitive peaks that sent jolts of pleasure straight to my groin with each flick of his tongue.

“Please,” I begged again, my voice barely recognizable.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Derek purred, his warm breath ghosting over my aching cock. “And because I’ve been dying to taste you properly.”

Below me, Derek spread my legs with an ease that spoke volumes of his intentions. I groaned, not in protest but in raw anticipation. When his mouth claimed me—my very average, yet apparently irresistible soldier—I could’ve sworn fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.

“Oh God,” I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation. The weeks of teasing and tension with the brothers had left me embarrassingly sensitive.

Derek worked magic between my thighs—no wand required, just his lips and tongue performing spells that had me seeing stars and chanting incantations of pleasure.

The intensity was almost too much—I was already teetering on the edge after just moments of his attention, my body betraying how desperately I’d wanted this.

“Derek, I’m— I can’t—” I tried to warn him, mortified at how quickly I was approaching the edge. Three weeks of supernatural foreplay apparently did wonders for reducing one’s stamina.

His only response was to double his efforts, one large hand splayed across my stomach to hold me in place as his tongue flicked and swirled with devastating precision. Through the haze of pleasure, I caught his eyes watching me, filled with smug satisfaction at my helpless response.

“It’s okay, little mate,” Marcus murmured against my ear, seeming to understand my embarrassment. “Let go. We have all night. ”

“And supernatural recovery time,” Caleb added with a wicked grin, his fingers teasing my nipples. “First one’s always quick. Builds character.”

That was all it took. As I crested high on waves of bliss and crashed over into ecstasy, spilling myself into Derek’s welcoming mouth, I was pretty sure I invented new constellations.

The combination of Derek’s skilled mouth, Caleb’s teasing fingers, and Marcus’ encouraging words sent me hurtling over the edge with humiliating speed.

I came with a shout, my body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me in waves. Derek swallowed everything I had to give, his eyes never leaving mine as I shattered beneath him.

So much for playing it cool. Three weeks of supernatural foreplay had reduced my stamina to that of a teenager watching his first adult film. My body had clearly staged a coup against my dignity.

“Sorry,” I panted when I could finally form words again, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “That was… um… quick.”

Derek just looked smug as he crawled up my body, licking his lips like he’d just enjoyed the finest delicacy.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” he rumbled, his voice rough with desire.

“Besides, now we can take our time with round two.” His lips claimed mine in a kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue.

It should have been weird; instead, it was strangely erotic.

Through our newly formed bond, I felt a surge of satisfaction from all three brothers—a pride in having reduced me to this trembling, gasping mess. Their pleasure at my pleasure was a feedback loop that only intensified my own experience.

“Like how you taste?” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire.

“I think you enjoyed it more than I did,” I quipped, though the words came out more breathless than snarky.

His chuckle vibrated against my lips. “Oh, I definitely did. But I plan to enjoy a lot more before we’re done. ”

Caleb continued his sweet torture of my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive buds until I was squirming beneath him. “So responsive,” he marveled, his eyes meeting mine with a heat that made my insides melt. “I could do this all night and never get tired of watching you.”

Marcus’ hand found my cock, which was somehow already hardening again under his expert touch. “The benefits of youth,” he murmured appreciatively, his strokes firm and sure. “And perhaps a little supernatural stamina.”

“Is that”—I gasped as his thumb circled the sensitive head—“a werewolf thing or a dragon thing?”

“Both, I imagine,” Marcus replied, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Though we’ll have plenty of time to test the limits of both.”

Through our newly formed bond, I could feel their desire for me—raw and primal and overwhelming.

It mirrored my own need, amplifying it until I was dizzy with sensation, drowning in a sea of pleasure that had no beginning and no end.

Their emotions crashed over me in waves—possessiveness, desire, tenderness, and something deeper.

“Too much,” I gasped, though my body arched into their touches, silently begging for more.

“Never enough,” Caleb countered, his lips moving from my nipples to trail kisses down my stomach. “We’ve waited nine years for this, baby. We’re just getting started.”

The intensity of their combined focus was overwhelming. Through the bond, I could feel their joy at finally having me, their satisfaction at my responses, their hunger for more. It was like being wrapped in a blanket of desire so thick it threatened to suffocate me—but what a way to go.

“I can feel all of you,” I whispered, awed by the connection humming between us. “In my head, in my heart—everywhere.”

“That’s the bond,” Marcus explained, his voice gentle despite the hunger I could feel radiating from him. “It will settle , become more manageable. But right now, it’s new and raw.”

“Like us,” Derek added, his hand replacing his mouth on my cock, stroking with a rhythm that had me seeing stars again.

“I don’t want it to settle,” I admitted, the confession pulled from somewhere deep inside me. “I like feeling you this way—all of you, all at once.”

Their collective pleasure at my words washed over me through the bond, a wave of warmth and satisfaction that made my heart swell.

This was what it meant to be claimed, to be theirs—this connection that transcended the physical, this sharing of sensation and emotion that made us four parts of a single whole.

“Then don’t fight it,” Caleb encouraged, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the heat building between us. “Let us in, Kai. All the way in.”

As their hands and mouths continued their sensual assault on my senses, I did just that—I opened myself fully to the bond, letting their emotions flood me, letting my own pour back into them. The result was a feedback loop of pleasure and desire so intense it bordered on spiritual.

I was floating on a cloud of sensation, each touch, each kiss, each look from my mates sending me higher. Caleb’s hands replaced Derek’s on my thighs, spreading me wider, his intent clear as his gaze locked with mine.

“Ready for more?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“More?” I managed, my voice embarrassingly breathless. “You three are going to kill me with pleasure, and my tombstone will read ‘Death by Alpha—he died happy.’”