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CHAPTER 14

C alla

G ideon and Jace comfort me. Gideon whispering soothing, reassuring words. Jace struggling to control himself while his hand rubs away the sting radiating from my well-spanked bottom. My bracelet remains useless on my wrist, pulsing in rhythm with my heart while the heat between my legs continues to build. Anticipation for what is coming.

But anticipation doesn’t prepare me for Jace’s finger. It dips between my reddened cheeks and slides lower, not stopping until he’s stroking my wet folds. I tense up. Pleasure shoots through my body, winding around my core and making it tighten.

“She’s ready,” Jace announces, his finger teasing my entrance. “She’s so fucking ready.”

I gasp and groan, the sensations blooming from Jace’s finger making me tremble. I don’t feel ready. Far from it. I’m not sure anything would make me truly ready for this. But I agreed to this. Agreed to be their mate.

Then Jace’s finger pulls away and Gideon lifts me from Jace’s lap. The older of the two puts me down on unsteady legs, holding on so I don’t lose my balance. His golden gaze meets my apprehensive glance, but the need radiating in his eyes keeps me from looking away. It’s almost as crazed as Jace’s hungry stare.

Gideon’s lips crush mine before I realize what is happening. My first kiss—unless you count the time I got kissed on the cheek on the playground in elementary school. I certainly don’t. It was nothing like this. My lips part, just enough to taste the starvation on his breath. His cock throbs to attention against me, sending another rush of heat through my body.

My first kiss is ravaging and primal. Our tongues intertwine and our bodies sear together. It feels like I’m alone in this moment with Gideon—just the two of us. No different than a Groom kissing his Bride. Granted, this is more intense than a wedding kiss, but the ones behind closed doors are supposed to be a lot more intimate.

I’m snapped back to reality when I feel Jace behind me. His hands roam across my hips, squeeze my spanked ass enough to make me whimper, then his lips burn the back of my neck. I gasp into Gideon’s mouth, but he doesn’t pull away.

Gideon’s kiss grows more forceful. More possessive. Even as his brother leaves a trail of saliva down my back. I don’t know what he’s doing until I feel a kiss on my inner thigh, followed by his breath on my folds.

Then his tongue parts my folds. Licking, lapping, and devouring the nectar trickling down my thighs. I shake against Gideon, desperately pulling away so I can breathe.

“Oh! Jace…” I gasp, leaning against Gideon as the euphoria engulfs me.

Gideon holds me tightly as I writhe against him, the sensations from Jace’s tongue making my knees buckle. The older brother’s strong arms wrap around my waist, locking me in place. I’m not sure if it’s to protect me from falling or to keep me from running—but there’s no difference now. I’m trapped in pleasure I never asked for and it feels too good for me to protest.

Jace growls low as he laps me up, the vibrations shooting through my body and teasing places I was never brave enough to explore when I still dreamed of becoming a Bride. He’s relentless, licking up every drop that spills from my pussy, his tongue slipping between my folds, stroking over my clit, then teasing my entrance again like he’s starving. I gasp when he sucks on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and Gideon’s hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to keep me grounded.

“You taste like you were made for us,” Jace purrs against my pleasure-soaked entrance. His breath fans over my slickness, and I shudder again, biting back a cry that threatens to turn into a scream.

“She was,” Gideon says, his voice low in my ear. “Our mate. The one who will save our pack. Say it again, Calla.”

My heart pounds. My thighs tremble. I’m still not sure if I’m supposed to be terrified or drunk on this feeling—but I know what they want to hear. And I know it’s true. Whether I like it or not.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and desperate. “I’m your mate.”

“Louder,” Gideon demands, and Jace’s growl against my entrance is just as demanding.

“I’m your mate,” I gasp, just as Jace drives his tongue deeper, curling it inside me. The cry that tears from my throat is wordless this time. Uncontrollable. My hips roll against his mouth as the pleasure builds faster than I can handle.

Gideon lets out a quiet hum of approval and lifts me slightly, pulling me flush against his chest, as if I weigh nothing. My back arches and my thighs spread wider, giving Jace full access to every hot inch of me. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he works me over like he knows exactly what I need.

I feel it too. The pressure inside me. The need trying to claw its way out. My vision blurs and I choke on my next breath. The pressure tightens in my belly. I can’t control it, even if I wanted to. They’re in control of everything. Even my pleasure.

Then the tightness spirals from my core, erupting in every direction like I’m being ripped apart from the inside. My nails dig into Gideon’s chest, and I scream. His name. Jace’s name. I’m not even sure. It just comes tumbling out of my mouth in a burst of gasps, groans, and soft whimpering that makes me sound more like an animal than the ones claiming me.

My world tunnels into heat, muscle, and Jace’s maddening tongue. I’m flush against Gideon, hips raised and held in place so Jace can devour the orgasm tearing me apart. It doesn’t seem to want to end. Wave after wave crests inside me, carrying me across the peak of pleasure, and bringing a flurry of screams from my throat that are unintelligible.

The orgasm fades as Jace’s tongue slows, but I continue to shake from the aftershocks. Gideon doesn’t let go, but I feel a chuckle on Jace’s breath before he presses a soft kiss to the back of my thigh. It feels like a brand, even though it doesn’t leave a mark.

“Oh wow, oh wow,” I mutter, melting into Gideon’s firm embrace.

“We’re just getting started,” Gideon murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. “But you’re learning what it means to be our mate, aren’t you, Calla?”

“Y-yes,” I whisper, feeling the heat of Jace’s breath as he rises behind me.

“I’ve tasted her, brother. I’m drunk on her fucking pleasure,” Jace says. “If you don’t take her now, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Gideon’s grip relaxes only for a moment before he begins pulling at my shirt—the only thing I’m still wearing. What Gideon can’t easily pull away, Jace tears off, his nails scratching my skin as the fabric hits the floor.

The heat from their breath and arousal seems too hot, like it’s scorching my flesh. Gideon’s lips find mine, inhaling my whimper as he kisses me with more force than before. Then he guides me down to the mattress of pelts. Jace supports my weight, sinking into the fur and leather with me, keeping me steady—almost like I’m something precious.

Gideon’s lips pull away. His golden eyes are glowing with a raw, desperate need. The flicker of purple-gold in Jace’s eyes is just as hungry. Gideon plants a massive hand on my chest, holding me in place as he slides my legs open. I tense and try to keep them closed on instinct, but he spreads them wider with a knee, fully exposing what he intends to claim. What Jace has already tasted.

“Hold her down, brother,” Gideon orders, his hand gripping the base of his massive erection.

“You don’t have to hold me down,” I whisper, my voice lacking confidence. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Jace chuckles, the sound rumbling from his chest. His hand squeezes my breast, and his fingers stroke my pebbled nipple. “You’re about to be fucked by a beast who hasn’t known true pleasure in over two hundred years. Then it’s my turn.”

A promise? A threat? My next exhale catches in my throat. My thighs tremble and I try to force them closed again, but Gideon’s heavy weight slides between them. The head of his cock parts my folds and presses insistently against my entrance. I feel a stretch, a burn.

“I-I’m scared,” I whisper, my vulnerability cracking through the fear.

“Good. You should be,” Gideon growls. “But not of us. Never of us. Being our mate means you’re ours in every way, and while this may not be the life you dreamed of, it’s the one you agreed to.”

As if I need a reminder. I groan and nod. Gideon shifts his weight and his cock pushes into me. I gasp, reaching for Jace’s wrist as my body tenses. The girthy head of Gideon’s manhood stretches me wider than I expect. I cry out from a mixture of pain and the first hint of pleasure.

“You’re so tight,” Gideon says, his jaw clenching into a groan. “I can feel your heart beating—every pulse is its own reward.”

“Hurry, brother,” Jace urges, one hand moving along his thick shaft while the other pins me to the pelts. “I’m struggling here.”

“It’s too good to rush,” Gideon murmurs, nudging his hardness deeper into my untouched depths.

Gideon going deeper makes the burn more intense. It overwhelms the budding pleasure and causes me to cry out again. My hips jerk, but Gideon’s weight and Jace’s firm hand keep me from moving.

“The spanking may not have made her scream,” Jace grunts. “But she’ll scream for us soon.”

Jace leans in and sucks my nipple between his lips. He licks and sucks the nub for a moment before nibbling it. Then he bites down. The pain and pleasure collide into a strange harmony I don’t realize I want more of until Jace’s lips are moving to my other nipple.

Gideon groans again, sinking deeper into me. Inch by excruciating inch. My walls clench around him, fluttering with panic, but that only seems to make me wetter. Make me crave more. Teeth gnash at my nipple, but it isn’t fierce enough to draw blood. Just enough to make another sensation of pain and pleasure tremble to my core.

“You can take it, Calla,” Gideon says, his voice coming out in pants. “You belong to us. You were made for us. Your scent was the beacon that drew me in. My brothers thought I was feral, but I knew it wasn’t madness. It was you .”

“Oh!” I cry out, his cock filling me until it feels like I might burst.

“He’s right,” Jace agrees, the need radiating from the lips teasing my skin as he finds his way to my jaw, then my ear. “I thought he was lost to The Tangle, but he wasn’t. He found something beautiful. Something incredible. He found our mate .”

Jace’s lips drag from my ear, and he kisses me with same fury as Gideon. His tongue ravages my mouth, and I taste my nectar on his breath.

Gideon lets out a primal snarl and hilts himself inside me. As deep as he can go. Our bodies press together, and he starts to move. It hurts, but there’s something deeper. A twist of pleasure in my core. That magical spot the girls at school used to giggle about like it was some kind of myth—the spot only Brides usually feel tremor to life like mine is doing right now.

Jace continues to kiss me, holding my body against the pelts while Gideon claims what is his. I groan and gasp into Jace’s mouth. His free hand tangles into my hair and pulls it tight, forcing our lips apart. I gasp, groan, and mewl with pleasure. The pain is fading and what is blossoming beneath it is incredible.

“Gideon!” I squeal as a hard thrust rocks every inch of my frame.

“That’s it, Calla. Scream his name like you’re going to scream mine,” Jace demands. “Scream for what you know you need.”

“Don’t stop!” I cry, my eyelids fluttering from the intense sensations radiating from my core.

Gideon slams into me, his hips moving so fast it’s like a torrent of pleasure that builds. If anyone walks by my room, they’ll think I’m being devoured by predators while begging for more. I can’t help it. I don’t know if I’m their mate. I don’t know if they can actually breed me. But right now, it feels like anything is possible.

“I’m your mate!” I scream, the pressure building faster than it did when Jace’s tongue was between my legs. “I’m yours!”

The hand pinning me down relaxes. It slides down my body until a rough finger finds my clit. My back arches in shock, then the combination of pleasure overwhelms me. Sweet, unstoppable pleasure that is pounded into my core with every crash of Gideon’s body against mine. Still, Jace’s finger works furiously while his lips taste more of my skin.

“You’re going to be filled with our seed,” Gideon growls, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside me. “Dripping with it! Begging for more, even when you know you’ve been bred.”

My response is a scream of pleasure that echoes off the bunker walls. I come so hard it feels like I’m back in The Aether, lost somewhere between consciousness and a dream. The orgasm meets Gideon’s hungry thrusts, and I know he’s close, even though he’s the first man to ever touch me. It’s primal, like the golden heat radiating in his eyes. Raw. Needy .

“Fuck!” Gideon roars, sounding more like a beast than a man.

His thrusts speed up and become erratic, crashing into me. His face shifts slightly, his wolf snarling to the surface for a moment, then vanishing as he climaxes. His hot, sticky seed floods my depths, every pulse making my pleasure peak higher. Just when I think it’s over, my walls clench and we both orgasm again.

“Yes, fuck. Yes,” Gideon mutters, more seed spasming into me from jerky thrusts.

Our pleasure blends into one singular moment, and it feels like it’s just the two of us. I come down from the peak and shudder a breath that barely escapes my throat.

Then everything is calm.

“Twice, brother?” Jace grumbles. “I haven’t even had a turn yet.”

“You’ll understand,” Gideon pants, slowly pulling out of me. “Trust me… you’ll understand.”

The hunger in Gideon’s eyes is gone, but when he lifts off my trembling body, Jace takes his place. Same hunger. Same desire. Gideon’s had his fill, but Jace is even needier now than he was when I first saw him shift.

“Mine,” Jace says, rubbing his cock against my slick folds and pushing between them. “All fucking mine.”

Jace doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t whisper soothing words. Doesn’t give me time to adjust. He plunges into me with one brutal thrust that knocks the air from my lungs. Maybe it’s mercy, because if I could breathe, I’d scream loud enough to shake the steel bunker walls.

Jace drives his cock into me like a weapon. Hard and fast. It’s overwhelming. My body doesn’t know how to process this kind of need. If this isn’t feral, I’m scared to see what a feral wolf actually looks like. Right now, it looks like two gold eyes with traces of purple. Bared teeth. A panting behemoth thundering between my trembling legs.

“Gideon was right,” Jace rumbles. “So tight. So, so fucking wet. Gideon got you ready for me, didn’t he? Or maybe you just needed your ass spanked to get you ready, hmm? I could smell how turned on you were while I was making you cry.”

I regain my breath, but all I can do is claw at the pelts beneath me. I’m trapped. Helpless. I should have known Jace wouldn’t show the same restraint as his brother, but I wasn’t ready for this. His fingers dig into my hips, pinning them in place so he can hammer his cock into my pussy.

“Jace, please,” I whimper, finally able to speak. “It’s too much.”

But even as the words leave my lips, I know they’re hollow. My body is reacting to him. A rush of pleasure that greets his dominance like I’ve always craved his rough touch.

“No, it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough,” Jace snarls back. “Not until you feel us trickling down your thighs. Not until our future is growing inside you.”

Jace drives his cock deeper. Faster. His hips slam into mine without mercy. It feels like every thrust is sharp, harder, and more demanding than the last. His fingers tighten against my skin until I can feel his nails. Almost like talons that bruise my flesh, threatening to break it.

“You’ll scream my name like you screamed his,” Jace commands. “Then you’ll scream for me to breed your tight cunt. You fucking begged for this, leaving your scent all over The Tangle. We bled for you. Protected you.” He grabs my hand and presses it to his ribs, where a healing wound still radiates with a faint red shimmer. “A Minotaur did this. Do you think you would have survived those horns if I hadn’t stopped them?”

“No!” I cry out, the pressure building inside me again. I’m exhausted, but it isn’t over yet. And now I need more. “More, Jace! Oh, I can’t take it, but I need it!”

“You’ll take it,” Gideon says, speaking up for the first time since he climbed off me. “And as soon as he’s done, you’ll be ready for me again.”

I shake my head, but it’s not denial. It’s confusion. Disbelief. I’m on fire and barely able to comprehend there being more after this. After they’ve both claimed me as theirs.

“I’ll try to restrain myself until he’s done,” Jace snarls. “Or maybe I won’t.”

Jace slams into me, his hips unrestrained as they pound his incredible length into my depths. No longer untouched. Already marked with Gideon’s seed, and begging for Jace’s.

“We’ll ruin you, if that’s what it takes to breed you,” Jace threatens. “And don’t pretend you don’t want it. I feel your tight pussy begging for more. You can’t take it, but you need it? You don’t even know what you need.”

Jace keeps fucking me, every thrust sending euphoria through my body. It’s so hard and fast the pain blends with the pleasure until something beautiful happens. I don’t break, I simply shatter. Into pieces that Jace pulls back together, because he’s not done with me yet.

He grabs my hair and yanks it hard enough to bend my spine. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh. It’s not hard enough to leave a permanent mark, but it makes me cry out.

“Jace!” I scream, then my body succumbs to the pleasure.

Jace’s teeth gnash at my skin, then he pulls back and buries his cock as deep as he can go. “I’ve waited two fucking centuries to feel this again. You’re the one, Calla! You’re our mate!”

I scream again as the climax consumes me. Hard, blinding pleasure that makes me teeter so close to the edge of consciousness I can see The Aether’s haze. Then I get snapped back to reality by a guttural roar and Jace’s throbbing cock. After seeing Gideon’s wolf rise to the surface, I’m surprised Jace doesn’t completely shift, but the man perseveres—or whatever is left of him.

I come again and again. Every pulse of Jace’s seed sending me further down a spiral I know I’ll never come back from. I can’t keep my eyes open. They’re forced shut and my hips rock into Jace until we’re both spent. When my lids finally part, the purple flicker in Jace’s eyes is gone. There is simply calm. A calm that would be peaceful if he wasn’t still twitching inside me and teasing frayed nerves.

“You’re everything, Calla,” Jace murmurs, gently kissing my lips before he pulls out of me.

I’m exhausted. It feels like there’s nothing left. I’m in a pleasure-soaked daze.

And then, gently, Jace rolls me over, positioning me on shaking knees.

It’s Gideon’s turn.

Again.