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CHAPTER 25

C alla

O ne mate in my mouth.

Another steadily pounding into me from behind.

Gideon, like an anchor, making sure I don’t collapse from exhaustion.

“Good little mate,” Knox growls. “Let me fuck your hot mouth. Open wide for me.”

I force my jaw wider. Knox locks his hands on my head, tangling his fingers in my messy blonde hair. Then I learn the difference between sucking like a good girl and keeping it open wide so he can fuck it. Knox speeds up, driving his length down my throat so fast he’s keeping speed with Caleb’s hard thrusts.

“You’re going to be a perfect mate for us,” Caleb rasps in my ear, his breath and lips both tickling the lobe. “Everything we ever wanted. I had fun with you earlier, but this… this is incredible.”

Caleb slams into me from behind, filling my pussy with every hard stroke. I’m weak, but my body craves more. Not because I need it. Not because I want it. Because they aren’t satisfied. I want to be the mate they need, even if it they have to carry me back to the den after we’re done.

I brace myself a little better on Gideon, and his firm grip keeps me steady. Caleb’s thrusts drive me forward onto Knox’s cock, pushing the head down my throat each time. I’m learning to keep it open. Ready. I might even beg if I could do more than whimper and gasp around Knox’s girth, my throat fluttering each time I do.

“That’s it,” Knox groans, pulling back and looking down. “You’re taking me so well. Like the perfect little mate I never knew I needed.”

I can’t nod. Can’t speak. But I hum in the back of my throat, and he feels it. The platinum scar in his eye flickers with excitement. Caleb grunts, and I realize the hum isn’t just in my throat. My entire body is humming because I’m on the brink of a release I’m not sure I can stand.

But I get it anyway. Gideon holds me steady while my body convulses. My pussy clenches around Caleb’s length. My mouth sputters on Knox’s throbbing manhood. The orgasm is powerful and makes me ache in places I didn’t know I could ache, but it’s beautiful. Just pure pleasure that tingles my nerve endings and sets my core on fire again.

“I’m not going to be able to last much longer,” Knox grunts.

Knox’s thick fingers tighten, pulling my hair while he plunges into my throat. Groans echo low in his chest, rising up into a roar in unison with the first spurt of his seed on my tongue. I taste it for a moment before he invades my throat, and the rest of his release demands to be swallowed. I do it without question, his snarls of pleasure as much of a reward as the thick load he pumps into me.

“You feel so fucking good,” Caleb growls. “But I’m going to mark you while I fill you with my seed.”

Knox pulls out of my mouth at the perfect moment, because as soon as Caleb’s teeth sink into the nape of my neck, I scream from both pleasure and pain. His mark is close to Jace’s. The only two who have left proof of my claiming on my skin. Marks I’ll wear with honor.

Caleb’s thrusts get faster. He throbs inside me, teasing my g-spot like he’s not going to let me off unless he feels me erupt with him. His teeth never leave my neck, and he bucks into me like a wild animal.

“Caleb!” I cry out, but not from the pain.

The hard, brutal thrusts hammer life back into my pussy. The tease spreads like wildfire, engulfing me as he forces an orgasm out of me. He bites harder, his hips rising and falling so fast it feels like they never leave my body until the first tremors of his release begin. He shudders, shakes, growls, and I see fur pushing through his skin for a brief second before it retreats.

“It’s hard to control the call of the wild when you’re inside her,” Gideon observes. “But I kind of like it.”

Caleb doesn’t have to tell me he likes it. I can feel it in his pulsating cock as it fills me with his seed. I tremble with the aftershocks of pleasure until he’s spent. As soon as he pulls out of me, I go limp, falling against Gideon so hard I bounce before he gets his arms wrapped around me.

There’s silence again. A gorgeous silence from spent bodies and needs that are finally satisfied. I close my eyes. I don’t feel completely exhausted, but I’m sure I could sink into The Aether right now, if I dared to let the sleep come.

“I hope I didn’t miss all the fun,” Vance chuckles, his voice making my eyes open wide.

I look back at him. His kind face. His mossy brown curls. Then I see something else—something I’ve seen in the eyes of all of my mates except him.

“You have my scent,” I mutter, my hips lifting without even thinking about it.

“It’s about time, brother,” Gideon rasps.

“Is it okay, Calla?” Vance asks softly. “I can wait if they’ve already worn you out.”

“No,” I whimper, leaning against Gideon as I present myself to Vance. “You’ve waited long enough.”

Vance’s clothes hit the floor as he approaches. He doesn’t move in for the attack. Doesn’t rush things. He carefully lowers himself behind me and starts kissing his way up my back, avoiding the other marks before his lips tease my neck. Despite being worn out, my body reacts to him. I don’t feel complete knowing my last mate is unsatisfied, especially since my scent is new for him. I remember how the others were when that happened.

“Her tight pussy is going to make you come,” Gideon says. “But we’ll fill you in on the part that will blow your damn mind after you’re done.”

“My mind has been blown enough,” Vance murmurs, rubbing his cock against my pussy. “And her scent is almost enough to make me come all on its own.”

“At least all of you finally know I wasn’t losing my mind the first time I caught it,” Gideon chuckles, bracing me as Vance pushes in.

Vance is gentle. No urgency. No demands. After being ravaged by my other mates, it’s almost a tease, but in the best possible way. His hands glide up my sides as he sinks into me, slow and steady. The lack of roughness is nice. The lack of hurried thrusts is even better. Slow, sensual strokes that make me quiver and whine while his warm breath remains close to my skin, occasionally planting a light kiss.

It felt like the others were claiming me, but it feels like Vance is discovering me. His cock moves deeper, inch by inch, until our bodies are flush. He pauses there, buried inside me, just breathing in the scent radiating from my skin.

“They were so harsh with you,” Vance murmurs, one hand caressing my punished bottom while the other traces below Caleb’s mark.

“I needed it,” I whimper. “I did something bad. I…”

“Don’t fill his head with all of that yet, mate,” Gideon warns. “Just let him enjoy this.”

I nod and lean against Gideon. My thighs are sore. My ass is still striped from leather and stinging from the spankings that followed. But I don’t care. Vance’s slow thrusts are almost healing in a way, like the sun used to feel when it warmed me up on a cold day.

“I wanted it to be true. That we had finally found our mate,” Vance whispers. “But until I got your scent, I had a tiny bit of doubt. Now there is none.”

“I’m yours, Vance,” I reply. “I’m as much your mate as I am theirs.”

“I remember your pretty, pretty blue eyes the first time I saw you,” Vance continues, his slow strokes continuing to stoke the fire inside me back to life. “I can’t wait to spend hours lost in them. Never wanting to come up for air.”

“What is this, a fucking Hallmark movie?” Jace grunts.

“A what?” I whimper.

“Before your time,” Vance chuckles. “Jace is being an asshole because he doesn’t know how to treat a woman right.”

“Ask her if I treated her right,” Jace growls. “She couldn’t stop screaming my name while I was fucking her ass.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’d rather hear these soft whimpers and moans than listen to her scream,” Vance says.

I’m not sure if I have a preference. They’re both incredible in their own way. Vance continues whispering sweet words into my ear while he takes me. He’s not possessive or dominant like the others. It’s almost like he’s in awe of me, rocking into my body with such grace and care it makes my chest ache, but it’s deeper than my tired muscles. He’s making my heart flutter.

“You’re mine, Calla,” he whispers, pushing deeper with a slow roll of his hips. “But that means I’m yours too. All yours. This bond we share will never be broken until I’m in the ground beside my brothers and sisters who are already gone.”

The words sink in like a balm, soothing me in a way nothing else has. His thrusts are still slow, but start to become more deliberate, grinding deep, pulling soft moans from my throat. The angle is perfect. I gasp when his cock hits my g-spot, and he keeps his focus there, like my pleasure is more important than his own.

“You’re so precious, Calla,” Vance says, kissing the side of my neck. “If you did something bad, I already forgive you. I always will. I don’t care what it is.”

My heart feels like it stops fluttering and simply shatters with the weight of his understanding. He has no idea what I did, yet he’s not going to punish me for it. Forgiveness is just part of his nature. The emotions coiled inside me release in a whimper and then the pressure starts to build. My eyes blur and I feel it getting more intense. It’s not like the ones that were forced out of me. This one feels deeper—a blend of emotions, pleasure, and something raw.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, shaking with the first shudder of bliss.

“Let go.” Vance exhales sharply, grinding his dick into my g-spot with steady movements. “Give it all to me, sweet mate. Let me feel you.”

I moan as the orgasm rolls through my body, almost as slow as his thrusts. It’s a wave that seems to crest, fall, and crest again, each pulsation making my pussy squeeze his length.

His release is silent. Barely more than a gasp. His body shakes for a moment; he sinks deep and holds himself there, spilling his seed into me.

Then I feel something different. Something unusual. His cock seems to swell even larger, making me yelp from the sensation.

“W-what’s happening?” I ask, panting as I feel the tightness.

“I’m knotting, sweet mate,” he whispers. “We’re bonding—locked together.”

“What the fuck?” Jace asks. “I didn’t knot. None of us did.”

“Vance is different,” Gideon murmurs. “Always has been. His connection to our mate is no exception.”

The knot keeps Vance hilted inside me. I feel fuller, stretched to my limit, but strangely content. His cock twitches a few times, and I feel more of his warmth. The slow, rolling orgasm doesn’t let up either. I twitch, moan, and squeeze his knotted shaft.

After several minutes pass, the stiffness that bonds us begins to relax. The knot relaxes. I whine when he pulls out, because I already miss it. Already miss him.

But I’ve been claimed by my last mate.

I hope he’s as gentle when he finds out what I’ve already shared with the rest.