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Xander

THE PASSENGER-SIDE tires slide into a shallow ditch as the truck veers off the road. Billie releases a startled yip, and her backside rocks into my hips.

“Shit, my bad,” Jax blurts.

“Try to keep it on the road, Jax,” I grunt. Lightly tapping Billie’s bum, I add “And hold on, mate.” Wedging my booted foot under Ethan’s seat to stabilize us, my fingers, trembling with need, yank her jeans and panties the rest of the way down her thighs, exposing her rounded backside, which looks like two pale moons in the soft predawn light.

With my jeans already around my knees, I give my hard cock a little squeeze before swiping my tip through her slit, finding her soaked. Not like the scent of orange blossoms floating up from her heated core didn’t give her desire away. Just then, Jax mutters a curse as he overcorrects, swerving back onto the gravel road with more power than needed. He cuts the wheel back before almost sending us off the road on the other side. The back end fishtails, and the driver’s side rear tire lifts up from rolling over a rock or something. Billie falls back just as my tip breaches her entrance, sheathing me in one go.

“Fuck, Xander!” she cries out, all the while pitching her ass higher and pressing her chest and the side of her face into the bottom cushion, her hands gripping the edges of the seat. I, too, tighten my grip on her hip as my cock is driven deep inside her, her swollen flesh squeezing my hard length.

“Sorry, shit,” Jax gusts out, his left-hand slapping at the controls on the armrest of the door until the back windows roll partway down, letting in the cold air. His eyes, glowing like all of ours, flick up to look at my reflection in the rearview mirror. He rakes his shaky fingers through his messy,

messy hair, and then lifts his ass off the seat, pulling at his jeans. “Just you know, we’re all feeling it... the need,” he gripes, swinging his gaze back to the road ahead. Ethan reaches out and angles the rearview mirror down, so my dick slowly working in and out of our mate’s rounded ass is what Jax sees when he looks back up.

“Our mate’s definitely wet with need,” I groan, bending over and pressing my hands along the sides of her torso, pushing my sweater up. Her skin is hot, feverish under my touch, even with the cold air coming in from the open window. Billie’s body shudders, and she releases a long moan while I push the material over her head, dragging it off her, one arm at a time.

My mouth stills on her neck, and my hands cover hers, fingers intertwining. I take a moment to breathe her in, feeling her body expanding with her inhales under mine, feeling the rub of her fingers against mine, and her softness surrounding my hardness. Damn, I love her, and hell if I don’t love having her under me, secure and safe and fucking alive. And mine.

Pitching my hips back, her lush walls squeeze around my cock, like her cunt is refusing to lose my length. Scraping my teeth up her neck, I nip her ear and growl, “You’re mine.” Pinning her arms down with my forearms, I drive back in hard, hissing, “ Duchessa .” Billie sucks down a choked inhale. Pulling out, I snarl, “And I’m your fucking alpha,” emphasizing the statement by slamming back into her with the force of unquestionable possession. No words, only soft feminine sounds pass through her lips, but her head numbly nods her agreement, and my chest vibrates with my wolf’s roar of approval.

Because she is ours. She may be a duchessa , a royal, but she is my true-mate, and I am her alpha, just as Little Fox is my wolf’s. And we’re the alpha of the eight of us. Tonight was eye-opening in so many ways. None throttled me more so than Little Fox taking two wolves under her, only then to have the others held under her power submit to me as their alpha—submit in the most honorific way by rolling on their backs in complete surrender. The most unnerving aspect is she had no idea the technique she was employing would have those results. Or the potential costs. Both her and Little Fox are so incredibly talented and powerful, but also untrained and stubbornly wild, or wildly stubborn—or perhaps both. Though willing to take the leap, jump into the ring, and see what happens, they need guidance. And I need to make sure when it comes to the pack, everyone, including my mate, knows who’s in charge.

I bring one of her arms behind her back and quickly do the same with the other. Binding her wrists with one hand, I press my other hand down on the middle of her upper back, pushing her deeper into the cushion, her tender titties surely getting scraped by the rough material as I increase my pace. She releases a garbled cry while her pussy pulses more liquid around my shaft. Kneeling taller, I pull on her arms, arching her spine while keeping pressure on her upper back.

“Take it, mate,” I growl, lengthening and increasing the power behind my thrusts, giving way to the dominating feeling of owning her deliciously moist channel. She squeaks out a whimpering growl and rocks her hips back, meeting my thrusts, showing her strength, while keeping still under my hands.

The truck jostles, and it’s then I look up to see the middle console has been pushed up. Jax’s hands are white-knuckling the steering wheel at ten and two, and he’s leaned his seat back. To make room. To make room for Ethan, who’s slid over, his teeth nibbling along Jax’s neck and ear. The back of Jax’s head thumps against the headrest, only to shoot forward at the sound of a zipper being unzipped. “You want this?” Ethan darkly taunts, his voice like a harsh pull of whiskey.

My dick gets even harder as I watch them. Feeling my cock’s growth, Billie spreads her knees as wide as she can on the bench seat. I start fucking her at a ball-slapping pace, shifting my hips so my balls smack her clit and pussy lips. My eyes go from her and me to our pack-mates.

“Fuck yeah, E,” Jax hoarsely replies, shimmying higher up in his seat so Ethan can push his pants down.

I can’t see Jax’s lap, but based on his gasping grunts and the rolling of Ethan’s shoulder, it’s clear Ethan’s hand is working Jax’s cock. Ethan drags his top teeth over Jax’s cheek and challenges, “Think you can handle more?” I only hear jumbled choking sounds coming from Jax before Ethan bends over, bringing his head to Jax’s lap.

“Fuck! Shit!” Jax cries out, and hastily peels off the road into a scenic overlook, offering a view of the sky slowly brightening over the mountain range with the rising sun. The truck pitches forward as he slams on the brakes and puts it into park.

My hand on Billie’s back reaches higher and clamps around her nape, pulling her up and turning her to see what is happening.

“Oh, fuugh,” she mumbles, her glowing eyes wide as saucers and her mouth hanging open in shocked delight. I release her wrists, and she presses one hand against the back of Jax’s seat and the other on the rear window. Squeezing her waist in the crook of my elbow, my fingers start toying with her slick clit. My tip slams into her cervix and my dick rejoices with body shuddering quivers. And I’ve got to close my eyes and draw on my will not to spill my seed. But, fuck, I love her in this position, in my arms, back to my chest, neck available for my teeth, my dick piercing her tight channel.

“Jax,” Billie whisper-pleads, “please...” Jax hastily reaches up and adjusts the rearview mirror to reflect his lap, allowing us a view of Ethan licking and sucking and kissing Jax’s length, his hand massaging Jax’s balls.

“Hell yeah,” I hiss out just as Billie says something similar, the erotic image pushing us closer to the edge.

Jaxson

I nearly drove us off the road—twice. I also might have caused some damage to the tire rod, and we haven’t exited pack lands yet.

Xander and I still have dried blood smeared over our chests. I taste copper with every swipe of my tongue over my teeth. The woodsy smell of a campfire, the sickly-sweet scent of seared flesh and entrails, and the pungent odor of burned fur have all mixed into a horrifying bouquet that clings to our clothing and hair with the same strength as it will surely adhere to our consciousness. That fragrance will fade over time but never fully evaporate, leaving us with just a few tiny particles floating among the rest, undetectable until something triggers them, and then we’ll relive this night, the treachery, the blood, the fear, and most importantly, the death.

Our wolves did what was necessary to protect our pack and take down our enemies, pushing themselves and our shared bodies to their limits, enduring the gashes and bites of claws and teeth. Little Fox almost fried herself and Billie out of existence and took wolves under her. Xander healed us and then somehow pulled energy out of the freakin’ sky and infused every member of his pack with what I can only describe as the power of the Divine.

We should be spent, well beyond any ability to function with only a desire to sleep. But when we climbed in the truck, we were all trembling with adrenaline and need. A need to close the doors on everyone else and be alone with each other. Be alive with each other. Xander didn’t walk to the truck—he stalked to it, with his hand firmly clamped around the back of Billie’s neck. His lips twitched and smirked against her ear as he spoke tersely to her. Her body went from rigid to supple, her face from hard to soft. Back and forth, back and forth, it flip-flopped between the two. Ethan’s and my gazes went from scanning the area to intently watching their interaction while sucking down the scent of her heightening arousal with each low word Xander spoke and each step closer to the truck we took.

The teeth of my zipper were biting into my hard dick before we even climbed in, only to chomp down when Billie popped the button of her jeans and crawled in the back on her hands and knees in offering. I damn near threw a tantrum at having to drive again, and my mouth filled with the familiar taste of bitter jealousy, still sticking to my molars from our drive here. Because until recently, it would’ve been me back there with her. My lap she straddled, my lips she bit, our private jokes she shared, and definitely my dick she would have been bent over ready to receive.

As soon as the doors to the truck were closed, Xander was freeing his cock and getting Billie into a better position. I had barely turned onto the gravel back road that takes us off pack lands when her scent filled the cab. It hit me like a riptide, hooking me at the ankles and dragging me under. I was momentarily blinded by the waves washing over me, which had me finding a ditch, gasping for air, cursing, and pouting my feelings of unfairness and need.

I wasn’t the only one feeling left out. Ethan may have kept silent, because that’s E, but his movements were rigid. He also closed his door with a little more force than needed, and the absence of his flannel was noted.

But I didn’t expect this.

I didn’t expect him to slide over, to yank on my hair, to suckle and nibble my neck and ear. And I most certainly didn’t expect his hand to be stroking my cock.

His teeth scrape across my heated cheek, sending shivers down my spine, and he dares, “Think you can handle more?” I’m so thrown off by the statement and unsure of what more means that I swallow my tongue, only to feel his on my shaft.

I simultaneously swear and send a prayer to the Divine upon seeing a scenic overlook up ahead. I swing the truck in with a little more speed than one would suggest, and stomp on the brakes hard enough to go through the floorboard, managing to prevent the truck from hitting a boundary boulder. Putting the transmission in park, I take a deep inhale and lift the steering wheel higher to give E more room. I’m considerate, I know.

He grunts while licking his way up my shaft and around to the other side so he can stare up at me staring down at him, as he lavishes my—

“Holy hell,” I mumble on a wispy breath that holds the fragility of this truly happening.

Ethan . . . Ethan is sucking my dick.

And he’s doing it with an easy, confident swagger that is all Ethan. He’s so comfortable with his sexuality and with me that this seems a natural progression of our relationship. My frantically beating heart is in my throat. I’m biting my lips in uncertainty and clenching my hands into fists, desperately wanting to touch him but not sure if I should, while he continues to toy with my dick... and me. Sensing my desires and my hesitation, he wraps those long fingers around my base and drags his tongue all the way to my tip, his eyes never once leaving mine. Scooping out the fresh precum spilling from my slit, he tosses me a sexy-as-fuck wink before opening his mouth wide and taking me in.

“Cheeky fuck.” I grunt out a harsh laugh, which quickly turns into a high-pitched gasp. Not a squeal, all right? A high-pitched gasp. Then I feel my tip hit the ridges of his throat. The need to grip him, to touch him, overwhelms me, and I slap a hand down on his warm back. He seals his lips around my rod, and I feel his sharp intake of air at my touch. I begin rubbing and kneading his flesh, appreciating the tautness of his dense muscles over his lean frame. He pushes up into my palm, seeking more. My stomach clenches. My other hand trembles as I slowly bring it to his head, my fingertips gently and adoringly brushing through his short-shaved hair. He moans low and takes in a cock-sucking inhale that has my hips lifting up. He sucks me in deeper while readjusting so his knees are on the seat.

My hand sneaks around to his lower stomach, and I rub along the ridges, feeling them tighten under my touch. At that moment, both Billie and Xander scream out their release, and Ethan ups his efforts on me. My fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, which is proving difficult as he sucks and bobs my cock at a frenzied pace.

I’m so lost in the sensation, the view, and the freakin’ feeling of elation over finally popping his button that I barely register Xander panting out, “Wilhelmina... what are you... ?” I don’t hear the last bit, as he’s cut off by the sound of the locks disengaging and the creak of a back door being flung open.

Half a moment later, Ethan’s door swings open, and I startle before seeing Billie standing there naked but for socks. One side of her face and both her breasts are red from being pushed into the seat cushion, but the irritation doesn’t seem to faze her. Her glowing eyes are filled with heavy need, while her thirsty tongue licks her lips. She flashes me a saucy grin and says, “I got him.” Then she spins around and squirms her way, face up, under Ethan, which has him kicking one foot out onto the floor. Her fingers work on finishing what mine couldn’t.

A bolt of concern pierces my mind, and it must strike Ethan too, as he rips his mouth off my dick, panting. “Wait—” He gulps. “We—”

“I’ve got you guys covered,” Xander interjects, and I look up to find him standing behind Ethan, his eyes roaming over the scene in front of him, which, fuck, must be utterly delicious: Ethan’s bare ass bent over far enough to expose his tight ring. Billie squeezed underneath him, her pussy lips probably still swollen and wet with their mutual climaxes.

Xander pulls his jeans up and tucks his semihard dick inside, not bothering to zip up.

Ethan and I share an uncertain look, but his is quickly replaced by half-lidded eyes and a slackened jaw as Billie starts working him into her mouth, one hand stroking his length, the other lightly swirling over his hips and around his backside. My hand on his head comes around to cradle the side of his face. I arch a brow at him while my eyes swing to my cock—hard, wet with his saliva and my precum, and pulsing with desperate need—and then back to him.

His lips quirk up only to part into an O , which is accompanied by the hard smack of a palm on flesh. “Get back on him, E,” Billie orders, giving his length a squeeze with her hand. His hips pitch forward, and dual flushes of pink paint his cheeks. “You know you want to, and he wants you to, and—” She does one long suctioning slurp down and up his shaft that has trembles running through Ethan’s body. With a resounding pop, she releases his dick and huffs a sultry laugh. “And, damn, so do Xander and I.” Then she sets back to work.

Ethan’s glowing eyes, looking like swirling galaxies of desire, bore into my very soul as he dips his chin and replies, “Yes, Duchessa . We all want that.” Then he’s on me again, licking and sucking and rolling that smooth ring of metal up and down my length. My balls swell, and I throw myself back against my seat, pushing through my heels and meeting his sucks with thrusts.

Ethan growls and scrapes his teeth up my length. I hiss out in painful pleasure. He tears his hot mouth off me and brings his face to mine. His fingers, wet with his saliva and my precum, take a domineering hold of my chin, and his shiny, swollen lips that taste like my musk press against mine as he growls, “I’m sucking your dick, Jax.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, stretching my flesh out and holding it until he gets a little whimper from me. Releasing my lip, he hitches a brow. “My mouth is on you because your cock is mine, and your orgasm will be mine too.”

My dick weeps, fully ready to be Ethan’s, and I hold his bottomless stare while the back of my knuckles innocently skims over his ribs close to one of his nipples. His throat bobs. Wanting more, I pinch the metal ring and ball between my thumb and forefinger. Ethan’s nostrils flare, and I pull, stretching out his tender flesh. A choked sound escapes his mouth before he clenches his jaw. Licking my lips and his, I murmur, “I’m yours to take, E.” Releasing my hold, his nipple pulls back, the ring swaying from the force. Ethan’s hips jerk forward, and Billie squeaks a muffled surprise.

“Good,” Ethan gusts out, kissing me softly in contrast to his tone and words. “Because I’m taking what I want, and that’s your cum shooting down my throat.”

Kissing him with just as much tenderness, I taunt, “Got plenty for you, E. Take your fill.”

Licking my lips, he hums a snicker. “Your dick tastes pretty fuckin’ good, doesn’t it?” I roll my tongue over my bottom lip in confirmation, and he tosses me a sly grin before kissing his way down my chest while his hand continues to work my cock.

When his mouth reaches my member, he... he spits on it. And holy fuck, why is that hot? Then I don’t care, feeling him just devour me. This time he’s showing me what he can do, that he’s had a dick his whole life and knows exactly how to bring me pleasure.

In little time, my balls are pulling up with the building and building and, fuck, building pressure that has my hard cock near splitting and close to purple. I’m panting and moaning and groaning. My lower stomach muscles contract, and I start chanting, “E,” over and over. Not only are my toes curling in my boots but my torso is curling in on itself and over him. My entire body seizes. My muscles are so constricted that I can’t get a breath in, and my vision starts to blacken with dots of white light flashing at the edges.

Then I freakin’ explode. One of Ethan’s arms slides under my ass, pulling me into his arms while his throat bobs, swallowing down everything he’s forced out of me, tapping my balls like he’s a sugarmaker and I’m a damn maple tree. And fuck, the sounds he’s making. The long, drawn-out groans mixed with slurping purrs. He doesn’t stop until I’ve given more than I thought I had, and my body deflates, probably my balls as well, having been thoroughly emptied.

I’m in a blissed-out daze when he pulls his mouth off me and shimmies his way backward over Billie.

Ethan

It’s official. I like sucking dick.

Clarification: I like sucking Jax’s dick. I’m fairly confident I’ll like sucking Xander’s too. But a test will be needed in order to confirm that conjecture.

I used to think it was somehow submissive, but it’s not. It’s a fuckin’ owning. Owning his pleasure and thereby owning him. Besides the anatomically obvious, going down on Jax is so different from going down on Billie—which obviously I also love fuckin’ doing. A man’s pleasure versus a woman’s pleasure. His cock was begging—hell, crying—for release, while her pussy gives a wet, undeniable invitation to try— no, to dare—to draw an orgasm from her.

And though I love the feeling of her mouth on me, the thought of her wet pussy has me crawling backward over her. She releases the cutest little whine of disappointment when I pull my dick from her mouth. “You’ll get your fill, mate,” I assure as I make way down her body until my boots hit the gravel.

Grabbing hold of her sides, I pull her down until her ass is hanging off the edge of the seat. Then lifting one leg at a time, I place them into a wide V with one wedged high up on the front blind spot, the other above the seat belt. Her legs aren’t just spread but pushed a little further back than her ass. And the view? Her pink pussy lips shining with desire and dripping with Xander’s cum. Gorgeous.

“Fuck, I love how flexible she is,” Xander groans from behind me. I don’t look back at him. I can’t. Not with her pussy open to me and my hard, throbbing cock still wet from her mouth, in my hand, and mere inches from her center. All I can do is jerk a nod while grunting in affirmation and pleasure as I start guiding my dick into her.

She’s so warm and sloppily slick with Xander’s cum, making it easier for me to enter, and a soul-rattling shiver races up my spine. “Fuck, mate,” I moan when I’m sleeved halfway inside her, needing to stop. To take a breath. To maintain control. To not show my vulnerabilities. To be the beta I have to be now. To not let that rattle grow. To not give an opening to the emotions I’ve been carefully stowing away the whole evening.

I wrap my fingers around her shins just above her wool socks, and look up to find my mate staring at me while her hands play with her breasts. She arches a brow, and a slow, slinking smile curves her lips. “You gonna take me or what, love?”

Jax releases a huffing laugh, and Xander hums his intrigue as if he’s wondering if I will take her, own her like I did Jax. The rattle of that mental cage ceases, and I nibble her calf closest to me while my hands slide down to hold her thighs. “The question is, can you take me, love?” And then I slam all the way into her.

A wild cry bursts from her open mouth, and her once-hooded eyes are now wide. She throws her head back and arches her spine while her arms fling out to the sides, her hands gripping and scratching for something to hold on to. My lips cut into a fiendish grin, and my chest heats with a dark flame of possession, of control.

I pull almost all the way out and then ram back in. Over and over and over again. Each thrust paired with a growling grunt, loving how I’m keeping her lower body bound while her titties jiggle with the jarring movement. And her hands can’t seem to hold on, dislodging with each surge of my hips forward. I keep going harder and faster, the sweat that was beading on my head now dripping off my jawline. More rolls down my spine and pools between my ass cheeks and... and I like the sensation, the tickling of it over my back entrance. And I want to experience more. So much more.

More of everything. More sex. More laughter. More tender moments. More comforting silences. More heated discussions. More of everything with these souls. And less control.

Suddenly the physical exploration and desire mix with the unbridled emotions I’ve kept corralled within a steel pen. But those emotions aren’t meant to be held captive for long. They can’t be tamed. They’re wild mustangs. Every hard drive of my dick inside her is like a back kick from a feral horse determined to be freed.

My eyes are squinted shut, trying to keep the emotions in. But I feel stubborn tears press their way between my lashes. Choking sobs of worry and happiness mix with domineering grunts, and a drop of doubt and self-loathing splashes into my belly, sinking to the bottom like a cup of mercury.

Ice. I need to be ice and stone. Rational and decisive, like my wolf. I am a beta wolf-shifter bonded to an alpha of an entire pack. We took lives tonight, and we did so brutally. My claws will be used as tools of swift justice. I must be clean and efficient—inseparable from my post, my position, my duties. Messy emotions could cost lives.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Xander lowly roars against my ear, hooking his hand under my jaw and belting his other arm around my waist, pressing his cool, bare upper body against my sweltering one. My teary eyes fly open at the sensation, and the tips of his fingers press into my neck. He twists my head to face him. I swear I see snow squalls raging in his arctic eyes as they bore into mine. His plush mouth is pressed into a hard line, his voice a serrated blade, sharp and jagged, sure to leave a scar. “Hold back from others, but don’t you dare think of holding back from us. We feel here.” The arm around my waist adjusts, and he smacks his hand over my heart. “We all feel here. We all reside here. We are naked, vulnerable, and wholly ourselves with each other. And so help me Divine, if you think of shutting down again, shutting off from us and yourself again—”

On instinct, I shake my head. His chest vibrates with a hissing growl that quakes my insides. I gasp a choked breath, my neck feeling the pinch of his fingernails. He doesn’t ease up. He squeezes tighter. His hand on my chest heats, and his eyes look like glowing opals when I feel the press of him, of his spirit inside me. I don’t know what the fuck is happening. All I know is that I can’t stop him from coming in, because deep down I don’t want to stop him. I want to be free, free to feel the messiness of this life. His energy sweeps through me, weaving and searching until he finds what he’s looking for. I sense him, his essence, wrap around one of the corner posts of the pen. With one hard yank, he wrenches it from the ground, tossing it aside.

The whinnying screams of my wild emotions stampede up my throat, and Xander loosens his hold, allowing them to escape. I throw my head back against Xander’s shoulder, and my hips thrust with the frantic beating of their hooves galloping to freedom. My sexual release adds to the mix while I keep screaming, howling, sobbing, and fucking myself free from where I had been penned in.

I don’t know when I come down. I don’t know when I stop howling. It’s like I evaporated and become my release. When I return to my body, I can breathe. I can breathe, and though I feel drained, I also feel unrestrained and somehow stronger.

My arms are still looped around Billie’s legs, my dick still inside her, but Xander’s holding me up. He doesn’t coo or shush or make the moment soft. No. He holds me tight as if the force of my emotions needed him to be strong. And I get it. In order to truly hold one’s own emotions, you’ve got to be strong. Be brave... courageous.

“I love you,” I croak on a garbled breath filled with the raw, untamed emotions I let free. Those words and the sentiments, the strength of them, are repeated back to me three times over.