Page 19 of The Pack

CHAPTER 19

Z ara

I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had taken care of me like this.

In London, I’d learned early that you couldn’t rely on anyone but yourself. Trust was a luxury that I couldn’t afford. Vulnerability was a weakness.

But now, here I was—bare in every sense of the word, sitting in a warm bath in the middle of a broken-down cottage, surrounded by five men who treated me like I was something precious.

Their hands moved over my skin, strong and careful, washing away the blood and grime of the past few days as if they could cleanse more than just the dirt. Every touch was gentle but purposeful, their fingers lingering just long enough to make my breath catch and my heart pound.

I should have felt awkward or self-conscious, maybe even embarrassed. Instead, a slow, increasingly familiar warmth was unfurling deep in my belly, winding its way through me with every careful stroke of their hands.

I knew what it was.

Desire.

I closed my eyes, sinking deeper into the warm water as the tension in my muscles eased. The warmth of the water and the feel of their hands began to work together, lulling me into a strange, almost dreamlike state. My skin tingled wherever they touched me, and the heat spreading through me wasn’t just from the bath.

It was more than that. It was the way they looked at me, like they cherished me. The way their voices softened when they spoke to me. The way their hands lingered, reverent and unhurried, as though they wanted to memorize every inch of me.

It wasn’t just the care they were giving me—it was attention, and it was doing something to me.

Callum’s fingers smoothed higher along my legs, his touch light, but purposeful. I sighed happily as a fiery jolt of desire shot straight into my core.

Magnus’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my waist with slow, deliberate movements. His eyes stayed on mine, unwavering, and I felt my pulse quicken under his heated scrutiny. Killian’s hands moved through my hair, working the soap into my long locks and gently massaging my scalp.

Every part of me was awake now, my skin hypersensitive to their touch. My body responded before my mind could catch up, a slow, pulsing ache settling low in my belly.

For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt seen.

Wanted.

I didn’t want it to end.

The water rippled softly as I shifted, the warmth seeping into my skin.

Callum’s fingers brushed higher on my thigh, his movements unhurried as though he had all the time in the world. I swallowed hard, raising my eyes up to meet his warm gray ones. I gulped again when I saw the desire simmering within them.

“Every part of you is beautiful, Zara,” he said sincerely, his teasing grin replaced by a tender smile.

My chest tightened at his words.

“You should tell her that more often,” Killian said warmly. “She doesn’t believe it yet.”

“I can hear you, you know,” I muttered, though my cheeks burned hotter.

“We know,” Killian said, grinning as he stared back at me. His fingers worked deeper into my scalp, sending a pleasant hum of sensation through my body.

The warmth pooling inside me spread, burning brighter with every touch, every word. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the feeling, into them.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I let go. I let myself feel.

I let myself want.

A soft moan escaped my lips, the sound echoing off the stone walls, and Magnus let out a low growl. He moved closer, his broad frame towering over me, his hand resting gently on the curve of my shoulder. His touch sent a shock of electricity through me, my pulse racing as his thumb traced slow circles over my collarbone.

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. His breath was warm, his scent musky and masculine.

My pussy tightened, the tension coiling in my core. He smiled, his expression warm, but unreadable. His fingers trailed up the column of my neck, lingering just below my jaw.

Another moan slipped from my lips, louder this time, and I felt a blush spreading over my cheeks.

Magnus didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to like it.

His lips were inches from mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The manly scent of him wrapped around me, and I felt my body responding to him, to all of them.

“We’re not leaving your side again,” he whispered. “No matter what happens. We’ll always be here, protecting you. Watching over you. Taking care of you.”

A wave of emotion washed over me, and I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed.

His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, his touch feather-light.

“Open your eyes,” Magnus whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Look at me.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting his silver ones. The look in his eyes, a mixture of possessiveness and protectiveness, made my breath hitch.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips curving into a smile.

My heart stuttered, and I let out a shaky breath.

Gently, he lifted my chin and brushed his lips against mine. It was a barely there kiss, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me all the same.

Magnus pulled away, his gaze searching mine.

I stared back at him, my heart hammering, the ache between my legs growing more urgent.

Killian’s hands moved from my hair, his fingers trailing lightly down my throat, tracing patterns over my skin that made my breath catch again. Callum’s hands were still on my thighs, his touch growing bolder, his fingers inching higher with each pass.

“Rinse off, love,” Killian instructed, and I sank below the water, washing away all the soap left on my body.

The next thing I knew, Thorne and Tobias had joined the others and were lifting me from the bath. The cool air hit my wet skin, and I let out a gasp, my arms instinctively moving to cover myself.

“None of that,” Killian said, his grin returning as he took one of my hands and gently pulled it away. “You’ve got no reason to hide from us, Zara.”

Tobias had discovered blankets earlier, and had thoroughly shaken them out, flapping them around outside. Callum was already waiting with one now, his eyes warm as he draped it over my shoulders and wrapped it around me.

“Here,” he said, his voice soothing as he began to dry me off, the rough fabric comforting against my damp skin.

Thorne worked alongside him, his hands gentle as he rubbed the blanket over my arms and legs. Tobias stepped closer, another blanket in hand. He met my gaze as he draped it around my now dry body, his dark eyes intense, but filled with a new, quiet warmth.

When they were done, they guided me toward the fire, its warmth licking at my skin as they laid me down on a bed of soft furs. The makeshift bedding smelled faintly of earth and moss, but it was softer than I expected, and the heat from the flames chased away the lingering chill.

I sank into the furs, sighing as I curled into a ball, watching as the five of them took turns bathing and cleaning themselves off. The blankets were warm, and the fur beneath them was soft and supple. The heat from the fire danced across my skin, and I couldn’t help but think that, after everything, I was exactly where I was supposed to be: Surrounded by men who were quickly becoming much more to me than just my protectors. Much more than just my lovers.

They settled in around me, their bodies pressing against mine, their arms draping over my shoulders and hips, their hands caressing my bare skin. A deep sense of peace washed over me, a calm that settled into my bones and made me feel safer than I’d ever felt before.

Their presence was raw temptation, their bodies warm and solid against mine, and I couldn’t stop the surge of desire that rose inside me unbidden. I closed my eyes, my breathing growing heavier as the tension built in my core. My hands moved instinctively, trailing down my body until they found the soaking wetness between my thighs.

I heard a low groan from somewhere nearby, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I grew bolder.

My fingers slipped deeper, seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached for attention. My head fell back against the furs, a moan escaping my lips as I teased and stroked the delicate flesh of my clit.

Callum’s voice was rough and low, his words barely audible above the roar of the flames. “Fuck, Zara. What are you doing to us?”

Killian’s hand closed over mine, his touch gentle, but firm as he guided my movements.

“There, lass,” he murmured, his accent thick with lust. “That’s it.”

My body hummed with need, a wave of pleasure building inside me, threatening to break at any moment.

The blankets shifted around me, and I felt someone else move closer. A pair of lips pressed against mine, soft and insistent, a tongue darting into my mouth, teasing me.

I moaned against the kiss, the sound muffled as the heat between my legs intensified.

I was so close, teetering on the edge of climax already, the tension inside me straining for release.

Killian’s grip tightened, his fingers guiding mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Come for us, lass,” he whispered, his words a seductive command.

A pair of lips closed around one of my nipples, a tongue teasing the sensitive bud as teeth grazed the delicate skin. Then someone else suckled my nipple on the opposite side and I arched clean off the bed of furs, a lightning bolt of pleasure racing through my body at their knowing touches.

The tension inside me snapped, and I cried out as a powerful orgasm crashed over me. Pleasure raced through my veins, every nerve ending singing with ecstasy. Exquisite passionate heat pulsed through me, over and over again as I trembled through every blissful moment of my release, gasping and panting for air.

“Beautiful,” a low voice growled, and it took me a moment to realize it was Tobias, his tone rough and deep.

As the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, I opened my eyes and saw the pack watching me. Their gazes were heated, filled with a hunger that made my stomach clench.

My cheeks flushed, but the warmth didn’t stop there. It spread down my neck, to my breasts, pooling between my legs.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

“Please,” I breathed, the word escaping before I could stop it.

They didn’t hesitate.

Sitting next to me, Killian wrapped his arm around my shoulder, his touch gentle, but firm as he guided me to sit up. His lips crashed against mine, his kiss hot and urgent.

Callum’s fingers threaded through my hair, turning my head to face him, his hands cupping my face as he claimed my mouth next, his kiss softer, but no less possessive.

Kneeling in front of me, Tobias moved my damp hair aside and then his lips were on the side of my neck, his hands tracing down the lines of my body, his touch firm and insistent. His fingers slid between my legs, his strokes teasing and maddening.

“More,” I gasped, breaking the kisses with Callum and Killian to glance around at the others. “I want…I need more.”

Magnus knelt behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders, his touch possessive. His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“We’ll give you everything, Zara,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Everything you want. Everything you need.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me, the promise of more making my heart race.

Tobias’s fingers slipped deeper, stroking the delicate flesh between my thighs, his movements growing faster and more insistent.

Callum’s hands were on my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Killian’s lips were on my jaw and neck, his teeth grazing my skin, his kisses hungry and demanding.

Magnus’s mouth was on the curve of my shoulder, his tongue tracing the lines of muscle and tendon, his touch setting me ablaze.

It was too much and not enough.

My body burned with need, and I could feel the tension building inside me once again, threatening to overwhelm me before I was ready for it.

“We’re going to give you everything you need, lass, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it,” Killian growled.

Callum’s hand trailed lower, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of my hipbone, his touch drawing closer to where I wanted him most.

Thorne knelt behind me next to Magnus, and I felt his hands skimming down my back, his palms warm and rough as he guided me forward.

Tobias’s fingers dipped inside me, teasing and stretching me open, his movements growing more insistent as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex.

Several pairs of hands lifted me up into the air and turned me around as Magnus stood. I looked down at his throbbing member, licking my lips as I watched it jump under my heated scrutiny.

“Ride him, Zara,” Thorne whispered, his voice thick with lust.

My heart raced, and I felt a rush of desire coursing through me. The hands holding me lowered me down onto Magnus’s cock, slowly, carefully, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, savoring every inch as he stretched and filled me.

I bit my lip, trying not to cry out, the sensation almost too much all at once. My body struggled to take his monstrous cock and when he finally pushed all the way in, I squirmed as painful pleasure radiated deep in my core.

“Breathe,” he growled, his voice tight with desire. “I’ve got you.”

My body trembled as I sank down even further, the pressure building, the heat pulsing between my legs.

Magnus’s hands gripped my ass, his fingers digging into my skin, his touch possessive and commanding. His cock filled me completely, and I trembled, my hips rocking just enough to drive myself crazy.

Killian moved behind me, his cock grazing against my bottom, and I tensed. He was extremely hard. His hand grazed down the length of my spine, caressing me, and then he descended to the cleft of my backside, pressing in between my cheeks. Gently he tapped my bottom hole, and I gasped, bringing my attention away from Magnus’s big cock inside of me right to him.

“I’ve been thinking about sinking into this tight little ass since the moment I first saw you, mate. I’m not even going to ask if you’re ready for it, because that’s not up to you. Not tonight. You’re going to take what we give you, and you’re going to come long and hard for all five of us, aren’t you?” Killian rumbled.

My mind was a maelstrom of lust, the heat coiling tighter, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible.

But he heard me.

I turned my head to watch him spit in his palm. Then he stroked his cock until the velvety surface glistened.

Then he pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole, no warmup, nothing. Immediately, I tensed as I realized how tiny my bottom hole was compared to the thick head of his cock.

He pushed his hips forward, the pressure building, his cock stretching my poor virgin asshole. The pain was exquisite, the pleasure and agony a heady mix that had me whimpering and trembling.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

I let out a whimper as I felt the pressure, the terrible sting of agonizing pain racing up and down my spine as his length slowly stretched me open. My muscles tensed, but he kept going, pushing deeper, filling me inch by incredibly slow inch.

I cried out, the pain deepening as he pushed further.

My fingers curled, my knuckles white, my fingernails digging into Magnus’s shoulders and he groaned. His cock slowly drove all the way into me, his thickness claiming and consuming me. Killian growled along with him as he thrust inside my ass.

The pleasure. The pain.

I wanted more of it.

I bit my lip, a feral moan escaping me as I felt them bottom out inside me. My body quivered, my skin tingling, my mind spinning.

Magnus’s hips began to rock, the slow, steady rhythm building inside me.

Killian matched his pace, his cock sliding in and out, his movements coordinating with Magnus’s.

My heart raced, the blood roaring in my ears, the sensations taking over every fiber of my being.

Callum’s hands cupped my face, and he stared into my eyes, his smile warm and reassuring.

His lips pressed against mine, soft and warm, before deepening into a heady kiss.

Tobias’s lips were on the shell of my ear, his fingers tracing the lines of my jaw, his touch possessive and commanding. Next to him, Thorne reached for me and then his hands were on my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, his touch setting my skin aflame.

I’d never felt more alive, more present, more impossibly full in my life.

Killian’s thrusts grew harder, his cock pumping in and out, his length filling and stretching me, setting me on fire from the inside. Magnus’s pace quickened, his hands gripping my hips, his movements growing more insistent.

Callum’s lips were on mine, his kiss hot and hungry, his tongue teasing mine, his touch stealing my breath away.

Tobias’s hands were on my shoulders, his palms rough and warm, his grip firm and commanding. Thorne’s fingers squeezed my nipples tighter and tighter, until he twisted them roughly and a flash of pain and pleasure shot straight down to my clit, and I screamed into Callum’s kiss, my body shaking as the sensations coursed through me.

Magnus’s hips slammed against mine, his cock pumping in and out of my pussy, his movements growing rougher and more demanding.

Killian’s length plunged in and out of my ass, his pace relentless, his thickness stretching me wide. My asshole was beyond sore, pain radiating around my tight rim, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Such a good fucking mate, taking our cocks so well,” Magnus growled, and I threw my head back, writhing on top of him.

I could feel the tension inside me building, the pressure rising to impossible heights, the heat coiling tighter.

Tobias’s hands moved lower, his fingers skimming over my ribs, the gentle curves of my waist, the flare of my hips. His touch was firm and insistent, his hands guiding and steadying me, and then he touched my clit, sending fireworks of pleasure shooting straight through me.

Callum’s fingers trailed along my throat, his touch possessive, his palms rough and warm. His lips were on the curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, his kisses hot and urgent.

Thorne’s hands were on my breasts, his touch teasing and gentle, his fingers circling the delicate flesh.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a final cry, I broke, the orgasm tearing through me, waves of ecstasy crashing over me, consuming and drowning me. I arched my back, every muscle tensing and then releasing as a wild, desperate wail escaped me.

My vision blurred, the world spinning around me as I focused on the overwhelming sensations spiraling through me.

The pain.

The pleasure.

The connection.

The feeling of being utterly and completely surrounded.

I’d never felt so whole, so safe, so loved.

The intensity of it all was consuming in a way that I would have thought impossible, and I felt a rush of emotions that had been buried beneath years of hardship, fear, and loneliness. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, a sob threatening to escape, but the release wasn’t painful.

It was healing.

“You haven’t taken our knots yet, mate,” Magnus growled. “You’re going to tonight.”

His knot?

Magnus and Killian began to fuck me harder, their cocks slamming into me, their thrusts growing rougher and more insistent.

With every stroke, I could feel them getting closer to their own releases, the base of their cocks beginning to swell. Bigger and bigger they inflated, stretching my poor little holes until I thought I might burst.

I cried out, desperate and needy as pleasure and pain rocketed through me.

Callum’s fingers slid lower, teasing the delicate flesh between my legs, his touch rubbing harder and faster.

“Come for us, lass,” Killian whispered, his voice thick with lust.

A fresh wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I threw my head back, an animalistic yell emerging from deep within. My body shook, the ecstasy consuming me.

And then, with a final thrust, Magnus and Killian both came inside me, their cocks pulsing and twitching as their seed flooded me.

They roared in unison, a sound so feral and primal it sent a shiver down my spine. Their hands gripped my waist and hips, their fingers digging into my skin, their possessive touch claiming and dominating me as I came one final time.

My head lolled to the side, and only their hands on me held me up. I saw Callum, Tobias, and Thorne with their cocks in their hands. They were all stroking their lengths furiously, their eyes locked onto mine.

“Fuck,” Callum grunted, his face tightening as he came, his cock spasming, his seed spurting in thick ropes across my stomach.

Tobias let out a low groan, his eyes blazing as he pumped his fist faster. He came a moment later, his cum landing on my chest.

Thorne was next, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing, his cum covering me along with the others.

As the last of their seed splashed onto my skin, I fell forward against Magnus, panting and exhausted.

“Perfect,” Magnus growled, his voice low and sated as his knot slowly began to deflate.

Killian slowly pulled out of my ass after his knot came down too, and a whimper slipped from my lips.

“Shhh, I’ve got you, mate,” he murmured, his hands caressing me.

Magnus lifted me off of his cock and laid me down in the furs. His expression softened as he looked down at me.

“Rest now,” he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The warmth of the fire danced across my skin, and I closed my eyes, the exhaustion and satisfaction settling deep into my bones.

As I drifted off, I felt the pack’s hands on me, their fingers stroking my hair, their lips brushing my skin. I felt one or several of them using the damp blanket to clean me off and then a soft fur was laid over me.

“Sleep, Zara,” Tobias whispered soothingly. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Always,” Callum murmured.

“Forever,” Killian added.

“And ever,” Thorne finished.