Page 22 of The Pack

CHAPTER 22

Z ara

The tension in the air was almost palpable it was so thick, the silence broken only by the crackling fire and the soft sounds of my own breathing.

Tobias pulled back, his expression unreadable. The others stood nearby, their burning gazes fixed on me.

My cheeks burned, my skin tingling under their scrutiny. I shifted, watching as Tobias walked around me, lifting my chin and trying to be brave for whatever was coming next. When he flicked open the switchblade in his hand, I stiffened, my eyes widening as he continued to circle me.

“We need to talk about what happened today,” he said, his voice low and calm. “About the danger you put yourself in. And the fact that you tried to do it all alone.”

“Tobias—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted.

I flushed as I watched him, the flames dancing in his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, apologizing for a second time as nerves danced in the pit of my belly.

“You will be,” he said simply.

Before I could say anything more, he pressed the edge of the blade against my throat and then down. My heart pounded, a wave of fear rushing through me as he dragged the knife along my collarbone.

The blade was sharp, but he didn’t cut me. Instead, he was just dragging it across my skin, which in a way was strangely compelling at the same time it was terrifying.

“You’re mine, Zara,” he said, his voice deep and raspy. “Just as much as you’re theirs.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.

My breath hitched, a shiver of anticipation racing through me as the cool metal glided down to the swell of my breasts.

The knife slipped under the top of my tank top, the edge dragging across the fabric as it sliced through the material. The torn shirt fell to the side, revealing my naked torso beneath it.

Tobias’s gaze darkened, his free hand reaching out and cupping my breast. I gasped as his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through my core.

“I would do anything to protect you,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of my pants. “Anything.”

“I know,” I said, my voice trembling as his fingers skimmed across the bare skin of my stomach.

“And that includes punishing you when you’ve earned it,” he added firmly.

Using the blade, he made quick work of the rest of my tank top and then my shirt, stripping them away in pieces. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down past my hips to my ankles, effectively binding my legs together. With my wrists still tied up, there was no escaping what was coming.

I swallowed hard.

Dragging the blade across my skin, he slid the tip under the edge of my panties. With nothing more than a flick of his wrist, the knife cut through the thin fabric, parting it like the Red Sea.

The cool air whispered across my exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. My nipples hardened, the buds straining for attention.

Tobias’s dark eyes flashed with heat as he took in the sight before him. I blushed, realizing for the first time that I was wet, and not just a little bit.

I was soaked.

Embarrassed, I shifted my legs, the slickness causing them to easily slide against each other. My cheeks flamed hotter as I watched him step to the side and pick up a long thin branch. My anxious nerves spiraled tighter as I watched him use his blade to trim the branch free of knots and twigs until it was smooth.

I gulped as he turned the branch over in his hand, examining it. It was long and straight, and about as thick around as one of his fingers.

The sight of it made me nervous.

“You’ve earned yourself a switching, little mate,” he murmured, and I stiffened, my eyes widening as he rounded the tree I was tied to and stopped, behind me now. I looked over my shoulder, unable to tear my eyes away as he swished the branch through the air.

The harsh swishing sound was startling enough to make me yelp. He did it once more and I tried not to jump this time, biting back another cry.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tried one last time, but even I knew it was futile when he pressed the branch to the middle of my bare ass cheeks, taking aim before he swung it backwards and I held my breath, tensing.

All I heard was the terrible swish before it connected with my naked backside.

A line of sheer fire exploded across my bare butt and a strangled cry of surprise escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Aiiyyy!” I screeched.

My whole world spun, the pain radiating through me and making my legs shake. I gasped, feeling the welt rising on my skin, burning hotter as it sank into my awareness. My back arched and I rose up on my tiptoes, trying to take the harsh bite of the switch and survive it.

Another swish. Another strike.

The second strike seemed even worse, burning into my bare flesh and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep quiet.

The thin tree branch bit into my bottom several more times before I couldn’t hold back anymore, and another keening cry escaped me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as the stinging heat radiated across my backside. My breaths came in short, uneven bursts, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

“This bare beautiful ass is so pretty when it’s welted from my switch,” Tobias purred.

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me—not just the shame of being bare and vulnerable in front of them, but something deeper, more primal.

Another swish . Another crack of the switch.

“Ah!” I gasped, my body jerking forward, the ropes binding my wrists above my head straining against my movements.

“You scared us,” Tobias said, his tone firmer now. “We could have lost you.”

My breath hitched, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “I didn’t mean to?—”

“But you did,” he interrupted, his dark gaze narrowing. “You left. Alone. Into this .” He gestured vaguely toward the surrounding nuclear zone. “You didn’t just risk yourself, Zara. You risked us. ”

The switch came down again, its sting biting deep into my already welted skin.

“Tobias,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “Please…”

All I could hear was the terrible whistle of the switch slicing through the air before it connected with my bare skin once again. The thin, flexible branch bit into my backside, the stinging heat exploding across my flesh. Each time the switch struck my bare flesh, I felt like I’d been branded, the pain radiating through me like a line of blazing hot fire.

Tobias didn’t slow, his strikes relentless.

I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep quiet, trying to hold the tears back.

Swish. Crack.

Swish. Crack.

Over and over.

My skin burned, the myriad welts rising on my skin. I clenched my fists, the ropes burning my skin, but soon enough, I couldn’t stop my body from shaking and my tears from streaming down my cheeks.

Soon enough, I was sobbing, the switch was still falling, my thighs were soaking wet with my arousal, and I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Then, finally, the switch stopped falling and his hands brushed against my bare flesh, grazing over the welts, and my breath hitched.

He leaned closer, his chest pressing against my back as he ran his hands over the marks, soothing them with a gentle caress, hurting them with his callused fingers. His breath was warm on the back of my neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there.

He kissed me gently, right at the top of my spine and I gasped, unable to keep quiet. I shivered, the sensation sending a shiver through me.

“Now, I think I’ll finish the rest of your punishment with my cock,” he growled.

I didn’t even have time to respond.

His hands left my backside, and the next thing I knew, his fingers were tangled in my hair, tugging it roughly as he pulled me against him, his hard, naked cock pressing against my ass.

I inhaled sharply, the contact sending a jolt of heat through me. My core constricted tight, heat pooling deep and I let out a shaky breath, trying to rein in my tears at the same time that a wicked hot sense of arousal started to burn through me.

As if sensing what I needed, Tobias’s hand dipped lower, his fingers brushing against my slick, swollen folds. He groaned, his teeth nipping at the shell of my ear as he stroked me. His finger found my clit with ease and a strangled moan echoed all around us.

It took me a moment to realize that the sound had come from me.

“Gods, you’re soaked,” he murmured. “Does being punished make you hot, little mate?”

I whimpered, unable to respond.

His touch was gentle, his finger tracing lazy circles around my clit, teasing the naughty bud until I was panting, my body aching for more.

“I need you,” I breathed, the words slipping past my lips before I could stop them.

“I know,” he said, his voice low and husky.

He moved his hands to my hips, gripping them tightly as he lined himself up behind me.

“I’m not going to be fucking this needy little pussy, though, and I think you know that, don’t you, mate?”

I shivered, my welted ass tightening in nervous anticipation, but then the tip of his cock nudged at the entrance to my pussy, and I groaned, hoping that maybe he would lose himself in me and not do what he was threatening.

But there was another part of me that hoped he would follow through on his threat.

He pushed in slightly, his shaft stretching me wide, the pressure almost too much to bear in that single terrible moment.

Then, without warning, he slammed into me, his cock filling me to the hilt. I cried out, the sudden fullness taking my breath away.

He pulled back and slammed into me again, his grip on my hips bruising. I moaned, my walls clenching tight around him, but when he pulled out of me, I found myself whimpering in anticipation.

The tip of his cock pressed against my bottom hole. I froze, the realization sending a rush of adrenaline through me.

Bound as I was, there was no getting out of this.

Tobias was about to fuck my ass, and it was going to hurt. Instinctively, I knew he wasn’t going to be gentle, not like when Killian pressed his thumb inside me there for the first time or even when he took my ass at the same time Magnus fucked my pussy. This was going to be different.

This was going to be a punishment fucking.

Tobias grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.

“Relax,” he ordered firmly.

I nodded, swallowing hard as he lined himself up, his cock pressing against my dark ring of muscle. I keened, the size of his cock stretching me more than I was prepared for.

Tobias was big. Of all the men, he might be the largest and as he pushed forward, his shaft stretching me wide, I cried out.

I had expected it to hurt, and it did. So much.

It felt like it took ages, but eventually, the thick head popped past the tight rim of my asshole, and he let out a low groan, the sound sending a shiver through me at the same time that my body trembled with overwhelming pain.

“Fuck, little mate,” he growled. “Your ass is so tight. It feels like a fist squeezing my cock.”

I panted, the pressure almost unbearable, the pain radiating up and down my spine as he forced himself inside of me. Inch by slow agonizing inch, he pressed into me, the slickness of my arousal on his cock barely enough to ease his passage inside my poor little ass. I tried to clench tight, tried to keep him out, but he was merciless and pushed deep inside me regardless of anything I tried to do.

I whimpered. I moaned. I felt sorry for myself as he sank his big dick into my sore hole.

None of that stopped him.

He pushed in all the way to the hilt, and I bit my lip as he stilled, and I came to terms with the fact that Tobias’s big cock was inside my ass, that it hurt, and it was going to keep hurting until my punishment fucking was over.

My pussy clenched tight just thinking about it.

He pulled all the way out slowly, his shaft dragging along my inner walls, before making me suffer through the complete invasion again as he pushed his huge cock back in. His rhythm was steady and deep, each thrust sending a sharp twinge through me. The pain was already starting to fade, though, at least a tiny bit, only to be replaced by something darker and far more dangerous.

Desire.

Heat flared in my core, the pressure building deep in my belly. I moaned, the sound low and desperate, and Tobias growled, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me harder and I cried out, residual flash of pain jolting through me.

I clenched around him, the pressure intensifying as he picked up his pace. He thrust into me brutally, his hips slamming against my welted ass, each stroke sending a shockwave of pleasure-pain through me that made my vision turn white.

I whimpered, my pussy walls clenching tight around emptiness as his cock filled my ass. The pressure built, a hot coil twisting inside me, and a shocking revelation came over me.

My release was only just out of reach. If this continued, I was going to come.

From being taken like this .

Tobias groaned, his thrusts growing faster, his breathing ragged. His grip tightened on my hips, and he pulled me against him, his cock hitting a new spot inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my vision blurring as the heat pulsed inside me, an intense fire burning through my every nerve.

“That’s it,” Tobias growled. “You’re going to come for me like a bad girl comes, with my cock deep in your tight little ass.”

Then one of his hands rounded my hip and settled between my thighs, lightly brushing over my clit right before he spanked it, and I couldn’t stop my release from slamming into me like a freight train.

My entire body shook, the pleasure overpowering me in an instant.

I screamed, the sound ripping from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me. Tobias grunted, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me once more, burying himself to the hilt.

The world fell away. For a moment, everything was silent. Nothing else existed. There was nothing except this, this blinding ecstasy, the fire racing through me, this pleasure-pain ripping me open from the inside out.

I was coming apart, and I couldn’t stop it.

Tobias roared, his grip tightening as he emptied himself inside me, his cock pulsing. I moaned, the sensation of his hot seed filling my bottom hole pushing me over the edge again.

Another orgasm slammed into me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. My legs shook, the ropes straining against my movements as I writhed, the pressure exploding inside me.

For a moment, I forgot where I was. I forgot who I was.

I was nothing but raw sensation.

I moaned as Tobias slowly pulled out of my ass, sore in more ways than one, but from the look in his eyes as he rounded to face me, my punishment was far from over.

As the last of the pleasure faded, the world came rushing back. The others were circling around me, lightly slapping my breasts, pinching my nipples. Someone reached down and pulled my jeans from my ankles. Someone else cut the ropes and then I was lifted up into the air and I opened my eyes only to look back into Magnus’s silver ones.

“It’s my turn, little mate. Down on your knees. I’m going to punish that pretty mouth,” Magnus rumbled, and my thighs trembled at the dark promise in his voice.

Setting me down carefully, Magnus pushed me to my knees. My legs were unsteady, but his large hands steadied me. He stood in front of me, his hard, muscled body on display. I could feel the others watching, their eyes fixated on me.

My heart pounded, and I bit my lip, my gaze drifting up to his. He reached down, his palm settling on the back of my head for a moment before he took my hair into his fist.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. I swallowed hard, hesitating for a moment before he used his other hand to lightly cuff my cheek.

“Now.”

I obeyed, my mouth opening slightly.

“Wider,” he growled.

My cheeks flushed with shame and heat, but I did as he said, opening my mouth wide.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand on the back of my head, his fist tightened on the back of my scalp, pulling my hair and causing a blossom of pain to radiate across the back of my skull, but I couldn’t concentrate on that.

Not really.

Not when his big cock was throbbing right in front of my face.

He didn’t give me a chance to prepare. He pushed his cock inside my mouth, the thick shaft sliding over my tongue.

“Suck,” he ordered.

I did, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked on his cock. He let out a low groan, his hand still gripping my hair.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips jerking forward.

I moaned, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth. He was big, so big, his length stretching my jaw wide. My mouth watered, saliva pooling. I swallowed, the motion causing his shaft to slide deeper into my throat.

“That’s my girl,” he growled. “Get that cock nice and wet so I can fuck that pretty face.”

His words sent a shiver of heat through me, and I swirled my tongue along his shaft and crown, the sound of him grunting echoing around the clearing. My cheeks hollowed, sucking hard, and his hips jerked forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, the sensation making my eyes water. I went to press against his thighs, but his hold on the back of my head kept me firmly in place.

I whimpered, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth, and he let out a low chuckle.

“You can take it,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to fuck that face and you’re going to take every inch of my cock down your throat.”

I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He thrust into my mouth again, his shaft hitting the back of my throat.

Then he started to fuck my face. Truly fuck it.

His cock slid past my lips, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged once again. I gasped, struggling to catch my breath as he pulled back and thrust in again, his cock filling my mouth completely.

He kept up a steady pace, his grip on the back of my head unrelenting. Every thrust was ruthless as he savaged my mouth, punishing me with his cock with every stroke.

Soon enough, it was clear he wasn’t just punishing me—he was chasing his own pleasure, and I was simply the instrument for it.

My head spun. His cock stretched my mouth wide, the salty taste of him coating my tongue. With every thrust, the head of his cock pushed past the back of my throat.

My gag reflex spasmed, and my throat convulsed. My eyes watered, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I was powerless against him.

His grip tightened on the back of my head, and his cock slammed into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and pushing further. I gagged, the pressure building, and just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, he withdrew and shoved into me one last time, and he held himself there, his shaft buried deep.

I gagged again, my throat constricting around his cock. I couldn’t breathe. I struggled against his grip, trying to push him away, but his grip was firm.

He let out a low growl, his cock pulsing in my mouth.

This was far more than I ever expected, more than I could handle, but I had no choice other than to take it.

“This cock isn’t coming out of that pretty mouth until you come, naughty girl,” he demanded and suddenly there were fingers pinching my nipples and a hand sliding between my thighs. I couldn’t turn my head to look who was doing what.

All I knew was the pressure was building again, and my core aching with need. The various sensations were quickly taking over my senses, and when one finger slipped into my soaked pussy and another into my sore, freshly fucked ass, I screamed, but the sound was muffled by Magnus’s cock.

He continued fucking my face, hard, making me gasp for tiny sips of air whenever he pulled back. The lack of oxygen was making my head swim.

The fingers pushing into my pussy and my ass picked up a faster rhythm, driving me insane with pleasure and just a tiny pinch of pain until I was right on the edge of another soul-shattering orgasm.

One of the men—Callum, I think—began kissing up and down the column of my throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh when it swelled with the intrusion of Magnus’s huge cock. Magnus thrust into my throat, grabbing my attention once again, but combined with the overwhelming sensations happening between my thighs, it soon became too much.

The orgasm hit me like a train, crashing through me and knocking the wind out of me. I moaned out loud, the sound muffled by Magnus’s cock in my mouth.

The world spun, the orgasm rippling through me, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through me. My toes curled, my legs shook, and my eyes rolled back in my head, but Magnus never stopped fucking my face.

“You’re going to swallow every drop of my seed, little mate,” he grunted.

His cock twitched, the first jet of his cum shooting down the back of my throat. I choked, the salty taste flooding my mouth, and I tried to pull back, but he held me there, his shaft twitching, his cock buried deep. He emptied himself inside me, filling my mouth and throat with his seed again and again, and there was nothing else for me to do but swallow just as he demanded.

My cheeks flushed hot, my whole body burning with shame and heat.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his fingers loosening on the back of my head.

Slowly, he pulled back, his shaft sliding past my lips, and I sucked in a ragged breath, my throat raw. I gasped, the air rushing into my lungs, and a moment later, he was crouching in front of me, his hands cupping my face.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice gruff.

I blinked, the tears clinging to my lashes, and opened my eyes, his silver gaze locked onto mine.

“Do you understand why we did this?” he asked.

I nodded, sniffling. “Because I scared you,” I whispered hoarsely.

He brushed his thumb over my cheek, his touch gentle.

“Yes, you certainly did, but that isn’t the reason,” he answered quietly.

“I don’t understand,” I mumbled.

“We did this because we love you,” he said, and a few soft murmurs of agreement echoed all around me. I looked over to see Tobias, Thorne, Callum, and Killian all nodding and my face flushed with emotion.

“You love me?”

“We love you,” Magnus repeated.

I blinked back tears, the words hitting me hard. Even though I had been trying to run, they were still here, loving me, and I had nearly gotten myself killed and broken all their hearts.

“We want you to stay with us,” Magnus said, his voice firm. “And not just because you’re our mate.”

My chest tightened, my heart swelling. I looked up, meeting their gazes one by one. They looked serious, their expressions earnest.

“You’re a part of this pack now, Zara,” Callum said.

My breath caught in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to hear that until this moment.

“We’re not going to let you go,” Killian said, his voice soft. “Not ever.”

I let out a shaky breath, the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“I love you all too,” I whispered.

I reached for Callum, Thorne, and then Killian, brushing my fingers against their chests.

“Now I need you three to punish me too,” I whispered, appalled and aroused that I was asking for such a thing even as the words left my mouth. “Show me how bad I was and how much you care with your cocks.”

“It will be our pleasure,” Callum rumbled.

Killian picked me up, pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was searing, his hands gripping my waist tightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against the slick folds of my pussy.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured. Thorne moved behind me, his cock nudging between my ass cheeks, and I tensed, but I had asked for this, and they were going to give it to me.

Hard.

“I want you to punish me,” I breathed. “To use me. Breed me. Make me yours.”

Thorne’s fingers dug into my hips as he pressed himself against my punished ass. Behind me, he spat into his hand and stroked his cock up and down before he used one hand to pull my welted cheeks apart and pressed the tip of his huge dick against my asshole, the thick head stretching me wide. I cried out, the painful invasion causing my breath to catch in the back of my throat.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled.

Killian thrust his cock into my pussy, his shaft filling me completely, and I yelped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.

They didn’t hesitate, both men starting a brutal rhythm that left me gasping and groaning, my body aching and sore and desperate for more.

The sensations were devastating as their cocks pounded into me. Their thrusts were relentless, and I felt myself falling apart, the passionate heat building deep in my belly, yearning to be set free.

Killian lowered himself to the ground, taking me with him. Thorne followed, the two of them thrusting in concert into my poor abused body. Before I could make sense of it, Callum’s cock was nudging at my lips, and I opened my mouth.

My men, filling me in every way possible.

Punishing me.

Loving me.

Callum fucked my mouth, his shaft hitting the back of my throat over and over.

Killian fucked my pussy, enjoying my body with every deep stroke.

Thorne fucked my ass, using my poor hole and making it even more sore than it already was.

They touched me, their fingers leaving trails of heat across my skin.

They kissed me, their lips brushing over my cheeks and neck and shoulders.

Their hands and mouths were everywhere, but I couldn’t get enough.

I came. Hard.

I screamed, the sound muffled by Callum’s cock in my mouth, and Thorne and Killian kept hammering into me, one after another, filling me over and over again.

My head spun, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurred, the sensations taking over my senses until the world transformed into one singular blissful haze.

“We’re filling every one of your pretty little holes with our seed, mate, and you’re going to take our knots, both at the same time,” Killian growled his promise in my ear.

I was barely aware of the words, the pleasure blinding me. My pussy clenched around Killian’s cock, which made me tighten my asshole around Thorne’s at the same time. The men groaned, their grips on me tightening, and then I felt it—the pressure building inside me as the base of their cocks began to swell.

I cried out, the feeling pushing me over the edge, and I came again, my pussy clenching and asshole tightening simultaneously again, and I couldn’t help but moan as Callum thrust between my lips.

I writhed between them, caught in the throes of another savage orgasm, and they growled in unison, sending me over the edge into a blinding stream of ecstasy that dragged me under the surface and drowned me in pleasure.

They roared, their cocks twitching inside me, and I felt the hot spurts of their cum filling me.

In every single one of my holes at the same time.

We fell into an orgasmic oblivion together, the men coming undone as I shattered between them.

My men.

My pack.

When the world finally came back into focus, we were lying on the ground, sweaty and sated, and I was more than a little sore. I snuggled up between them, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips.

“I love you,” I murmured, the words slipping past my lips, but it felt right.

“We love you too, little mate,” Thorne rumbled, the other men echoing the sentiment.

In that moment, everything was perfect.