Broken Bond (Claimed by Wolves 2)

Trystan makes a strangled noise in his throat, and a fresh wave of arousal almost undoes me. They like seeing me like this. The days when it seemed like the four men would fight over me, when jealousy and possessiveness would occasionally ripple through our small group?

Those days are gone.

“Dare!” I gasp out again, unable to hold back any longer. Some of the courage I found with Trystan rises to the surface as I blurt, “Please. Fuck me!”

All the men react to that. It feels like someone turned up the heat in the room as Dare curses under his breath, drawing his hips back to line himself up with my entrance. Then he surges forward, filling me in one long, deep stroke.

I do just what he asked. I watch every moment of it. It’s dirty and overwhelming and one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. When he’s buried to the hilt inside me, he drops his head to give me a searing kiss. Then he begins to move, driving in and out as the men around me begin to touch me again.

Once more, I lose myself in a sea of sensations as hands and mouths and teeth worship my body. And through it all, there’s the steady rhythm of Dare’s thrusts, pushing me higher and higher as ecstasy builds inside me.

Just as my body begins to flush, filling with the tingling burn of an impending orgasm, Dare stops. I let out a shocked cry of frustration, and he chuckles darkly before stealing another soul-shattering kiss. Then he draws out of me completely. Before I can protest about that, his hands are on my hips, flipping me over on the mattress as if I weigh no more than a feather.

I land on my stomach, and a jolt of heat rips through me as Dare’s large hands dig into my hips, pulling them backward until I’m on all fours. When he plunges inside me again, my back arches as something almost like a howl erupts from my throat.

“Yes,” he growls. “Let them hear you. Let them see you.”

I’m so overwhelmed with need that my eyelids feel heavy. My head wants to droop between my arms as they brace on the bed, but instead, I force my chin up. I want to watch my mates just like they’re watching me.

Ridge, Trystan, and Archer are no longer touching me. Instead, they’re touching themselves as they watch Dare fuck me from behind. The looks on their faces, the sight of their fists wrapped around their cocks, the sounds that fill the room as pleasure washes through us all… it’s too much. It’s more than I can take.

My body tenses, my hips thrusting backward to meet Dare’s as my fingers dig into the soft comforter on the bed. The orgasm explodes outward from my core, rushing through my entire body with such intensity that my vision goes white around the edges, little sparks of light dancing before my eyes.

Dare gives a harsh grunt behind me, slamming into me and grinding his hips against mine as he comes too. He’s still twitching inside me as we both collapse forward onto the bed, his large frame covering mine.

For a second, I can’t think.

I definitely can’t move.

All I can do is revel in the feeling of closeness, the feeling of rightness, that floods my body.

“Sable? You alive under there?” Ridge’s deep voice is raspy with desire and tinged with humor.

“Of course she’s alive,” Dare grunts. “Do you think I’d crush my mate?”

“Kinda looks like that’s exactly what you’re doing,” Trystan puts in, a teasing tone to his voice too.

Dare shifts his weight a little, and I have a feeling he just flipped Trystan off. Then his lips brush the shell of my ear, his whisper meant only for me. “Am I crushing you?”

I make a contented noise of disagreement. He’s heavy, but I’ve never felt anything more perfect in my life.

He nips my earlobe, his heartbeat thudding against my back. “Good. Because I’m not ready for this to end. I plan to be inside you so many times we both lose count, but as long as I fuckin’ live, I’ll never forget this moment.”

The raw honesty in his voice makes my heart melt. I turn my head, craning my neck so I can find his lips with my own. Our kiss is long and deep and sweet, and when we finally break apart, he pulls out of me and helps me turn over onto my back.

I thought I was sated and boneless, but as I look around me at my three other mates, my clit throbs, already aching for more.

They’re all still hard, hands still wrapped around their shafts as they look down at me—sweaty and flushed, Dare’s cum spilling down my thighs. I want every single one of them, even though I’m not quite sure how to make that work. But as my gaze roams over each of their faces, Ridge and Trystan turn to look at Archer.

My stomach does a little flip.

I know exactly what they’re doing. They’re letting him take the lead. They’re sharing me.

The men all know what happened between me and Ridge, and I’m pretty sure they know something happened between me and Trystan too. Archer is the only one I haven’t consummated the bond with yet, and instead of fighting him for it or trying to push him out, the men are ceding to him.

For a group of possessive alphas used to getting what they want, their actions speak volumes.

I turn toward Archer too, reaching out to catch his hand and tugging him gently toward me. He offers no resistance, moving to kneel between my legs as he raises our joined hands to his lips and kisses my fingers.