Page 40 of Rising Reign (The Wolves of Crescent Creek #3)

WREN

The only people who remained in the medical room were our pack.

Our bond. Clara was clucking over our healer, ensuring Hera took a nap before tackling the spell that would free Franco from whatever had a hold of him.

In the meantime, Clara’s guards and our human contingent were keeping watch.

And given how powerful this dark magic was, I didn’t think it was a bad idea.

I handed Ender the restorative tonic Hera always recommended, and he drank it down without argument.

I watched as his throat worked, tracking the movement of the drink into his body.

My gaze stayed riveted on his chest—the planes of muscle dotted with ink and now the single star that marked this experience.

“At least you got a badass scar for your troubles,” Puck said as he sat on one of the stools. While his tone was light, I’d seen the worry in his gaze—in the gaze of all my guys.

As they argued about who had the best scars, my eyes lifted, finding Ender’s amber orbs locked on me. Pressure built behind my eyes. “You stepped in front of a blade for me.”

Ender didn’t look away. “Yes.”

There was only one thing I wanted to know. One thing I needed to know more than my next breath. “Why?”

Ender still didn’t look away. Gold sparks flitted through his amber irises as he stared back at me. “You know why.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Tell me anyway.”

The room went silent around us—the guys realizing this was our tipping point. The one where Ender could come to terms with everything we all shared or run from it like he’d done for so long.

Those sparks intensified as he reached out. His hand slid along my jaw and into my hair. “Because I love you. Because you’re mine, and I’m yours. Even when I didn’t want it to be so. Because your soul is forever tethered to mine, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

There was nothing then. No sound, sight, or scent. Nothing but Ender. He was everywhere and in everything. And suddenly, I was drowning in him.

The grip of Ender’s hand on my hair sent sparks cascading through my scalp, into my neck, and down my spine.

The scent of leather and spice swirled around me and embedded in my skin, making me tingle with what we could be.

And as I looked into those amber depths, I saw nothing but truth. Nothing but love.

“Ender,” I croaked.

His free hand lifted and traced my bottom lip.

“I love how strong you are. How you never back down, never give up. I love how kind you are, always seeing who needs something and coming alongside them in the perfect way. I love how fiery you are. How you never let a single soul get away with what they shouldn’t. Even me.”

Ender’s hand dropped, his arm encircling me and lifting me onto the gurney so I straddled him.

“The fact that I hurt you will haunt me for the rest of my days. But I will do everything I can to make amends. To make sure that you know how much I love you. I’ll worship you with all I have and all that I am. ”

I framed his face with my hands, bending and letting my lips hover above his. “It’s forgiven. I see you. For who you really are. You use your brutality in an effort to protect the ones you love. I’m never going to begrudge you that.”

Ender shook his head. “You’ve made me see the world in more than black and white, more than shades of gray, more than color itself. You’ve made me see what lies beneath. And I won’t ever stop looking for it now.”

“Fucking finally,” Puck muttered.

Kingston slapped him upside the head. “You’re ruining the moment.”

“But it doesn’t mean he isn’t happy as hell for you. We all are,” Brix amended.

“Let’s leave them be,” Locke said softly, but I could see the love shining in his eyes.

“Don’t,” Ender rasped, his eyes searching mine before moving to his brothers. “Stay.”

“End…” Kingston began.

“It should be all of us as we’ve always been meant to be,” I rasped.

Kingston moved to the side of the gurney, his fingers threading through my hair. “Nothing would give me more pleasure than watching our bond fully become one. Than seeing my brother take you. And you, him.”

Wetness rushed between my thighs at just the images King’s words filled my mind with. My mouth met Ender’s, even as Kingston’s hand stayed tangled in my hair. I swallowed every word Ender had given me and burned them into my bones.

Ender pulled back but still held me to him. “I want to be yours. I want you to be mine.”

“I want the same.” My voice was more rasp than words, but he heard me, nonetheless.

Those amber eyes bled to pure gold. “Do you trust me?”

That was the ultimate question. The one we couldn’t get past without a specific answer. But now? Now, I knew I could give it to him freely.

“Yes.”

There was no waiting. Claws lengthened from his fingertips, and he shredded my shirt, my bra right along with it. But he didn’t stop there. His claws moved to my workout leggings, and he shredded them, too.

I could do nothing but gape at the man beneath me. “You didn’t.”

Ender’s grin was completely wolfish as he gazed up at me. “Nothing can keep me from you now, Kitten.”

“Ruining a perfectly good outfit, End? How could you?” Puck all but purred as he stepped into my side, running his nose along my neck until it reached one of my marks.

Ender shot up, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. My back arched as a moan slipped free. Ender’s hand slid between my thighs, and he groaned around my nipple. “So fucking wet, and we’ve barely touched you.”

His words had done it. The promise of him, of all we could be. Two fingers slid inside me, and my core tightened around him. He swirled those fingers, making a shudder race through me as he pulled my nipple deeper into his mouth.

“Look how well you’re taking his fingers, Little Warrior,” Brix growled as he stroked himself through his pants.

“Look at the way her back arches,” Locke whispered, running a hand down my spine. “Owning every ounce of her pleasure.”

Ender’s fingers swirled inside me, sending my mouth into a silent O. But I wanted to speak. Needed to give him something. “Ender.” It was the only thing I could say because I was drowning again. In the feeling of him, and knowing that he would be mine. It was almost more than I could take.

His lips released that hard peak and his free hand collared my throat. “My name on your lips. There’s no better sound.”

My walls tightened around Ender’s fingers as I whimpered. “ Please,” I begged. “I need to feel all of you. Filling me. Stretching me. Truly making me yours.”

A cacophony of growls filled the air and sent vibrations through me, only heightening everything.

“Help me make it more,” Ender snarled. “Help me make it everything.”

“Our fucking pleasure,” Kingston growled.

His mouth took mine, tongue stroking in as Puck’s lips closed around one nipple, working the bud into a hard peak. A moment later, I felt Locke at my other breast, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh.

But then Ender’s fingers were gone, and I whimpered all over again. A burn lit inside me, one I knew only he could tend. And it would burn so much brighter with the rest of our bondmates with us.

Ender’s hips lifted as he shucked his pants and boxer briefs. The moment they hit the floor, his eyes locked with someone behind us. “Brother. It’s always been you and me. Let us cement forever the same way.”

I heard movement behind me, the sound of Brix ridding himself of clothing as King’s mouth tore from mine, his eyes hooded.

Brix’s hands tightened on my hips, gripping and lifting as he climbed onto the gurney. Ender moved at the same time, kneeling so I was pinned between the two men and surrounded by King, Locke, and Puck.

Everyone moved as one, their mental link and bond creating a seamless wave of sensation. Lips closing around each nipple. King’s hand in my hair, pulling for just a bit of bite as Brix’s fingers slid between my thighs.

“Dripping,” he growled, spreading that wetness to the tight, puckered hole behind.

My whole body shuddered in the most delicious way. At the promise of what was to come. But mostly at the knowledge that I would be theirs, and they would be mine. All of them .

I cupped Ender’s face, bleeding everything there weren’t words for into the touch.

“Give me the words, Kitten. Again.”

“Ender.” My eyes locked with his. “Make me yours. All of yours.”

And they did.

Ender thrust into me, not gently, but in a way that said he trusted that I could handle all his power, all that was him. My mouth fell open as my eyelids fluttered at the stretch, the pressure, the hint of pain.

“Don’t close your eyes. Don’t let me lose you. I need to see. All of you.” Alpha vibes bled into Ender’s voice, showing me just how strong he truly was, all he held back from most of the world.

My eyes flew open, and I didn’t lose the gold this time.

“Brother,” Ender growled. And then I felt Brix at my backside, easing into me with tiny thrusts.

“Fucking hell,” Brix uttered, his words strangled. “Push back, Wren.”

“Let him in, Birdie,” Puck coached. “So beautiful. Taking them both. Taking what only they can give you.”

And he was right. Because of what they’d endured together, there was a special bond between them.

And I knew Ender wouldn’t have survived all these years without Brix.

But it was more. It was just one more example of how we all made each other better and fit together in ways the universe had destined.

So, I let them in. Both at once, in a cadence that was only theirs. Joined by men who strung every nerve ending in me higher. Locke’s teeth grazed my nipple as King nipped at my neck. Puck sucked a bud deep, and King’s finger played with my clit.

Ender powered into me on thrusts that had my back bowing and claws lengthening. And Brix answered every charge with one of his own.

“Mark me,” Ender snarled. “Show the world I’m yours.”

My claws raked down his chest, blood blooming in a way I knew meant he’d carry the scars forever. But the flash of pain, of claiming, only spurred him on. Ender’s thrusts picked up speed and power, Brix’s following in answer.

My inner walls fluttered around them both, pulsing in waves that meant I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

The gold in Ender’s eyes flashed harder. “Now!” he barked.

My fangs pressed through my gums as my head shot forward, and I bit down on Ender’s neck. His fangs clamped down on a spot just above my heart. The bond didn’t spark this time. It blazed. I wasn’t sure whether it was because we’d held back for so long or because he was my final mate.

But I was wholly engulfed in a blaze of pleasure and need. Ender took me with a fervor I’d never felt before. The lights flickered above and then burst, sending glass and sparks shattering around the room. But none of us cared. I only felt teeth and tongues and desperate need.

We took and gave, losing ourselves in all that was us. Until my body finally gave out altogether and I collapsed onto Ender. But I did it knowing he’d always be there to catch me. They all would.