Page 27 of The Pack

CHAPTER 27

Z ara

I woke in the dark to the sound of rain pattering softly against the roof, the quiet trickle of it filling the stillness of the apartment. For a moment, I just lay there, still bare after my cold shower, listening to the rhythm of my own breathing and heartbeat.

It wasn’t enough to calm the ache swirling in my core, though.

The weight of yesterday lingered on me, the fight, the fear, the rush of seeing Logan again. It had been overwhelming, and now, in the quiet of the night, that same energy had shifted into something else entirely.

I felt… restless.

No, not just restless— needy .

I turned under the blanket, the rough fabric brushing against my naked skin, and my breath caught as the ache deepened. My body was warm, my heart pounding faster as I glanced toward the shadowy forms of my pack scattered around the room.

Magnus was by the window, his eyes half-closed but watchful even in sleep. Callum was stretched out closest to me, his arm slung over his face as he snored softly. Tobias leaned against the far wall, his head tipped back and his eyes closed, though I doubted he was fully asleep. Killian lay sprawled on his stomach on top of a blanket near the fire. Thorne was perched near the door, his head turning toward me as if he could sense my restlessness.

My cheeks heated as my body betrayed me, the need pulsing stronger now. With a hard swallow, I slipped my hand downward. I’d take care of myself, and no one would be the wiser, but just as my fingers reached my very wet pussy, someone cleared his throat.

“What are you up to, love?” Thorne murmured, his voice low and rough.

I startled slightly, my breath hitching as his gaze locked onto mine. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered, trying to be as still as possible so he didn’t realize my hand was between my legs right now.

“You didn’t,” he said simply, standing and moving closer. His eyes narrowed as he crouched beside me. “Is something wrong?”

The question made my cheeks burn hotter, and I looked away, trying to hide my shame.

“Nothing,” I muttered, though my voice trembled.

Thorne tilted his head slightly, his pale eyes narrowing. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Before I could respond, Magnus rose and he stepped forward. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, my voice higher than I intended.

Callum shifted, blinking sleepily as he sat up. “What’s happening?”

“Zara’s awake,” Thorne said, his tone implying there was more to it than simple wakefulness.

Killian pushed himself up on his elbows, his mischievous grin already in place. “Lass, if you’re waking us up in the middle of the night, it better be good.”

“Be nice for once,” Tobias muttered, though he was clearly assessing me.

I pulled the blanket tighter around me, my body trembling slightly as they all focused on me.

“It’s nothing,” I murmured again.

Magnus crouched beside me, concern on his face. “I don’t believe that for a second, little mate.”

My breath hitched, my clit throbbing as I looked up at him. “I just…” My voice trailed off, and I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning.

Killian glanced downward, and his grin widened. Then he sat up fully, leaning forward. “You need us, don’t you?” he said, his tone teasing, but affectionate.

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words caught in my throat.

Thorne’s hand moved to my waist, his touch gentle as he tilted his head toward me. “You only have to say the word,” he said, his voice rumbly. His hand settled over top of mine and he smiled.

Fuck it.

I wanted to come.

I wanted their cocks.

I needed my mates.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, before I nodded. “I want you. All of you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Magnus smiled as he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss full of unspoken promises.

Callum’s hand trailed up my arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck.

Killian’s laughter was low and warm as he leaned closer. “Now this is worth waking up for,” he said, his voice laced with mischief.

Magnus’s lips lingered on mine, his gaze searching as if he was waiting for permission to go further. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin with a tenderness that sent a shiver through me.

“You’re everything to us,” he murmured, emotion catching in his throat. “You know that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak, my breath suspended as his words settled deep in my chest. Instead, I nodded, my cheeks tingling under the intensity of his burning stare.

Magnus moved out of the way and Callum took his place, pressing a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering as his hand moved to my waist. The heat of their touches, the softness of their voices—it was tempting in the best way, the ache in my core building with every connection between us.

Next came Killian. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. He nipped gently at the sensitive skin, making me gasp, and his laughter was low and wicked.

I closed my eyes, giving in to the feeling, my body responding to their touches, their voices, the warmth of their bodies. A soft whimper escaped my lips.

Taking Killian’s place, Thorne brushed his lips against mine now. He wasn’t rough with me, just firm enough to show the faintest hint of his desire.

Tobias leaned down next, his dark gaze meeting mine. His voice was low, almost a growl.

“Our Zara,” he murmured.

Magnus was next. His kiss was fiercer, his tongue exploring my mouth.

“Our mate,” Callum breathed.

I was surrounded, completely enveloped in their touch. Killian’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers grazing the sensitive bud between my thighs, and I moaned, arching against him.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Magnus’s hand slipped lower, joining Killian’s as his fingers slid between my slick folds, drawing another moan of desire from me. Slowly, gently, they coaxed me closer toward the edge until my clit was throbbing and I was practically writhing beneath them on the bed.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat.

Their touches grew more insistent, and I clung to them, the pressure building inside me until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Come for us, mate,” Magnus demanded, his voice rough and lustful.

I did.

I came really fucking hard .

The orgasm tore through me, my body shuddering as it washed over me, the pleasure radiating out from my core, leaving me panting and boneless in its wake. In the haze that followed, I stared up into Magnus’s and Killian’s eyes, both full of dark promise, and swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“That was only the beginning, mate,” Killian smirked and then the rest of the blanket was pulled off me and Tobias and Callum lifted me off the bed. Thorne lay down on the bed in my place and all of a sudden, I found myself being lowered onto his cock.

I was so wet, he slid in easily. He was thick and hard and oh-so good, and the sensation of his cock inside me had me sucking in a breath as my body struggled to accommodate his size.

As soon as I was fully seated on his length, Callum positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. His cock slid along the cleft of my ass, the head prodding against my puckered hole.

Thorne began thrusting up into me, and I whimpered, my body responding to the sensation, the heat pooling in my core. Behind me, Callum spit into his palm and lubed his cock.

The next moment, I felt his cock pressing against my asshole. He pushed into me, his length stretching me, the pain almost too much to bear.

Thorne groaned, his grip tightening on my hips.

I arched, my body adjusting to the sensations, the fullness and heat overwhelming.

As Callum started thrusting, my entire body was rocked with the motion, the pleasure building as the two men moved together.

Tobias moved to my side and grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. His cock was already hard.

“Open,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

I parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. His length filled my throat, his shaft sliding over my tongue as I sucked him, matching the rhythm of the men behind me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with the feeling of their touch, the sensation of their bodies moving against mine.

It was perfect.

“Zara,” Tobias groaned.

Magnus stood by the bed, his hand stroking his cock, his burning stare dark with desire.

Killian knelt by the bed, his lips curving into a wicked grin as his hand slid up my thigh.

My body was trembling, my breath ragged as I gave in to the feeling, the pleasure rising within me.

The sound of Callum groaning behind me pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my body shuddering as the pleasure ripped through me. Agonizing bliss radiated through my every nerve, firing over and over again until I didn’t know up from down or left from right. Fireworks danced in front of my eyes and I gasped around Tobias’s cock.

This was where I belonged.

The minutes slipped away as we moved together. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was like a gift, and I wanted to hold on to it all for as long as I could.

Then, behind me, Callum leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my shoulder and bit down. Hard.

Pain lanced through me, vivid and sharp, and I cried out around Tobias’s cock, my body arching against him.

Thorne followed suit, biting into the tender curve between my shoulder and neck. The pain was almost unbearable, but underneath it was a sense of deep rightness and overwhelming joy.

Something instinctual.

Killian leaned forward, his teeth sinking into the tender underside of my breast while Magnus followed suit on the other side. Tobias leaned forward and bit the curve of my throat, a growl escaping his lips.

The pain mixed with pleasure was enough to have me come undone again. The world shattered around me, my vision blurring as another orgasm crashed through me.

All five of them bit down again, together.

And I shattered into a billion pieces all at once.

My body was shaking, the pleasure and pain crashing over me in tidal waves as the world fell away. For a moment, I didn’t exist. There was nothing but this feeling, this sensation, this overwhelming rush of ecstasy and release. I was falling, rising, over and over again until my entire world stuttered on its edge.

I was lost. The sensations, the bliss of being taken, owned, and at long last, marked, claimed as theirs .

My mates.

My loves.

In the midst of this storm of passion, I saw a glimmer of sunlight, the first of the new day, and I knew that everything was going to be okay.

Because we were together and safe, and that was all that mattered.