Chapter Twenty-Two

Cassie

It feels as if I'm living another woman's life. A life I've always wanted to live. I feel alive, for the first time ever.

Never in my life have I thought I'd find myself in this position, sprawled over the bed, barely able to catch my breath after being knotted by Jeremiah.

My body tingles as my gaze falls on Ares. I want him. God, I shouldn't love every single second of this, but I can't help it. Everything is perfect… The three men… The heady swirl of pheromones… The soft bedding… They soothe my need to nest.

Even when I know I should feel shame, I can't seem to find it.

Maybe it's because the love and trust I feel for three of them has me wrapped up in a blanket of security and comfort so I'm free to truly express myself—as are they.

This is the life I always wanted with them, where we feel comfortable sharing every side of ourselves with each other—every flaw, every desire, every vulnerability.

Ares grabs my throat, choking me, and he kisses me, awakening my soul with a single brush of his lips, bringing out the submissive animal within me. He kisses me with nothing but mindless fire and passion.

He groans loudly, making his way down my body and placing a short kiss on my cunt, but it's enough to make my legs buckle.

Without thought, without anything but blind need, I push Ares's head farther down, past my navel, my fingers fisting in his hair when he presses his mouth and nose against my heat.

He inhales and his ensuing groan thrums inside my very bones.

He wraps his hands around my legs and pulls me down. And then he goes back up, one arm sliding underneath my hips to lift me to his mouth, the other positioned so he can easily stroke my belly.

A kiss on my mound, a kiss to each inner thigh, and then his mouth is there , there , and my hips jerk involuntarily at the sensation.

It is too much.

Too much, even though he'd just started. It is amazing what a silky wet mouth can do to silky wet flesh. How the gentle nip of teeth feels on my clit, the sucking of lips, and having my hole circled and then fucked with a strong tongue. It's all amazing.

"You taste so good," Ares growls from between my legs. "You going to come for me now? Going to make me taste you as you do it?"

I nod even though he can't see me, nod against the pillow, writhing and panting, holding his head in place while I rub against him.

I fuck his mouth and face, taking my pleasure with each grind of my clit, with each masterful stroke of his tongue. And my body builds and builds and builds its pleasure from that, like a castle of tightly strung tension, each block taking me higher and higher, each buck of my hips and fluttering suck of his mouth sending me soaring.

I raise my head, looking down my bared breasts and stomach, to my hips, which are still lifted to his mouth. He looks beautiful. The light from the window shows his eyelashes dark on his cheeks, the sensual curve of his muscular shoulders and arms, the slight curl of his thick hair.

And—oh—his hips moving against the mattress as he eats me, as he mindlessly fucks the bed with his face in my pussy, so needy, so desperate for contact and friction.

The sight—of this powerful, gorgeous man driven to rutting against anything he can touch by the taste of my cunt—is what finally does it.

I clench against his mouth and release with something like a scream, rolling and thrusting and quivering. He pins my hips in place to hold me still and laps it all up, licking me until the waves finally stop cresting, and then he is up on his knees again, wiping his mouth with his forearm.

His cock is so hard that the dark tip had pushed its way out of the waistband of his boxers, standing up almost past his navel, the dim city lights catching the bead of moisture at his slit.

And his eyes—he is gone. He is raw now, a hard body of speechless need. His eyes are impossibly darker, and his pheromones are more potent than they have ever been.

Ares strokes his cock, his eyes filled with a desire that mirrors mine.

He takes off his shirt, tossing it on the floor.

Jeremiah and Eric sit on the couch in the corner of the room. They blend into the background, giving me and Ares this moment to ourselves.

Moisture begins to pool between my thighs. Every moment with them all is the hottest of my entire life. I will never tire of being the center of their attention.

Ares squats in front of me with a hint of excitement beneath that broody exterior. When he stares into my eyes, it almost feels like breaking a wall. For a moment, it's just us. We're both silently expressing how much we both love this.

"You've been a naughty girl," he whispers to me. His brows flick upward playfully. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning.

"Get on all fours," he mutters in a deep command.

I move onto all fours.

"That's a good girl," his voice changes at the sight of me.

My ass is in the air as I press my belly against the pillow propped up beneath me. Ares takes my wrists in his hands, gathering them against the small of my back.

I feel ropes tighten around my wrists, holding my hands in place. I am completely surrendered to him, but I feel no fear, only excitement.

And then it's sudden.

Ares's hand lands against my ass cheek with a resounding smack, and the pain is more intense than I anticipated. The sting travels all the way down my leg and up my spine. I suck in a gasp.

"Look at that red spot already," he says, rubbing my ass and massaging the place where he just smacked me. I feel him fidget beneath me, his hard shaft pressing against me. "That was the first one," he says softly.

When he stops massaging my cheek, his hands land again, this time on the opposite cheek. It hurts just as much, but I breathe into the pain. I let it consume me and flow through my veins. It feels like my body is waking up, making my arousal ten times stronger.

Ares massages me again, this time squeezing a little tighter as if he's hungry for me. As if he can hardly wait to take me. My squeals turn into moans as his fingers begin to creep between the cheeks of my ass, delicately teasing the rim.

The next few smacks alternate between my cheeks, and the more sore my flesh, the worse the sting. With every hit, Ares fondles and squeezes my ass, teasing me without penetrating me.

And by the sixth slap, I'm so desperate for it, I could cry. His cock is rock hard against my back, and he can hardly hold still now.

His pheromones override my senses, making my thighs slick.

"Hmm, I guess you love to be spanked," Ares says, his voice growing husky with arousal.

I whimper softly.

"Are you okay?" he asks, stroking my hair.

I nod wordlessly.

"Good, because I'm nowhere done with you," he adds, his fingers stroking my spine.

My wolf purrs with approval. I love feeling touched by him. His hungry attention is my aphrodisiac, and I can never get enough.

I wiggle my ass up in the air, my wolf desperate for the feel of his hands on my ass.

"You still need me to spank your ass?" he asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

Biting my lip, I nod. "Yes."

"Okay, then. Four more strikes for my dirty little angel," Ares mumbles, and runs his fingers through my folds. I let out a whimper. "You are so fucking wet," he says with a growl.

"All right, angel, you ready?" Ares asks.

I nod, my body tightening in anticipation.

The first smack of his hands on my ass feels better than I expected it to.

It's like my body has already translated the pain into pleasure. Ares massages my ass again, this time letting his fingers slip all the way into my soaking cunt. I cry out with a loud, animalistic groan, nearly screaming with the need for more.

"Oh my god, please fuck me!" I scream.

"So eager, sweet angel," he murmurs as his fingers continue to plunge inside me. I'm writhing on the bed, knowing that I'm not going to get what I want yet.

As soon as he pulls his hand from between my legs, the second smack lands against my flesh. I scream, dying to feel his touch as sweat drips down the nape of my neck.

He does the same thing again, teasing me with what I want before quickly taking it away.

"I can't take it, please!" I cry. "Please fuck me." I can hardly recognize my own voice. I feel as if I exist only for pleasure now. My sense of self is entirely wrapped up in this desire.

The third hit is practically unbearable—not for the ache but for the yearning. I scream against the bed as he plunges his fingers back inside me, thrusting them so hard, and it feels so good, but it's not what I want.

The fourth and final hit feels like a climax in and of itself. My body erupts with a sensation that I've never felt before, and when Ares shoves his fingers back inside me, my orgasm drags me below the surface.

It's so intense that I can hardly breathe. My body seizes against the rapture, and it's everywhere, all-consuming, like nothing I've ever felt before. Pain and pleasure. Dull and sharp. Quiet and loud.

I'm practically convulsing on the bed as he continues thrusting two fingers inside me, riding out my orgasm.

In the distance, I hear Eric quietly muttering to himself, "Holy fucking shit."

By the time it comes to an end, my ears are ringing, my skin is buzzing, and it feels as if I'm waking up from a dream. I'm left gasping.

He softly mutters, "My hand is fucking soaked." I don't even remember him pulling his fingers out. I don't want to move.

I don't want to ever move.

"What a good fucking girl you are," Ares whispers, coming up to my side, resting his hand on my head, stroking my hair.

He rubs his rigid length against my thigh. "Do you feel that? Do you feel what you fucking do to me?" he says in a deep, raspy tone. Pride bubbles to the surface.

"I'm so fucking proud of you," he adds, and I smile.

My body feels like melted wax, my muscles like rubber.

And then I feel his cock teasing my entrance. I feel so hot, and my thighs are slick with my wetness. With one quick jerk, he fills me. A loud moan escapes my chest, and I start to breathe harshly. He's so big.

"Fuck," he grunts into my neck. "You're so tight."

"Your tits," he murmurs. "I want to feel them."

He moves his hand forward, clasping my full, heavy breasts with his rough hands, swirling the nipples in between the pads of his fingers.

The heat of his body rises behind me. He's trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Open up," he demands through clenched teeth. "Open yourself for me."

There is no question in his tone. No permission.

He starts moving slowly at first. His thrusts are powerful but erratic. Ares suddenly places his hands on my hips and flips me over. He looks magnificent hovering over me.

I can't stop watching the movement of his hips. The way he reacts and the expression on his face every time he sinks into me. The longer I watch, the more enthralled I become.

Ares places his hands over my breasts, holding them tight and fiddling with my hard nipples as he slams into me.

He rises up on his knees, keeping his tip lodged in me, and his fingers dig hard into my hips as he sweeps his gaze over the place where we are joined.

I look down too, and it gives me some kind of strange delight to see my slickness smeared across his thighs and hips, glistening.

"Yeah," Ares says to himself. "That's it. All mine."

He slides back inside me again, this time laying his whole body over mine. Our naked chests press tightly together, sweaty and slick, our wet thighs sliding easily past each other, and he wraps his arms tight around me.

His face is in my neck, my chin tucked in his shoulder, and all of his weight on me. It doesn't feel heavy at all, or at least it feels like the right kind of heavy, especially when he begins grinding in and out of me with short, rolling thrusts.

And that's when the deep, deep itch finally flares into true pleasure. I feel the drag of his large helmet against my sensitive front wall, the friction at my clit from the base of his cock, the biological urge to be stretched and filled—all of it winding my body like a clock, whirring tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to mark you," Ares says in my ear, his tone firm.

"Do you accept me as your mate, Cassie" Ares asks, his gaze searching my face.

I nod. "Yes, I do."

A look of relief flashes across his face. Like I would dare reject him. Both my wolf and I are insanely attracted to this man.

I am in no place to disagree right now. All I can feel is the hard male body above me, all I can think about is the hard maleness inside me, and there is no room between our sweaty, eager bodies for external thoughts.

In this moment, it is only Ares, and he presses down even harder against my clit and sinks his teeth into neck, marking me and permanently making me his.

I dig my fingernails into his back and hold on for dear life as my body finally winds itself so tight that it breaks apart.

"Ares!" I chant. "Ares, Ares!" as my pussy clutches at him, pulsing in tight, hot, painful waves. The thick length inside of me makes all the difference, shifting the focus of my pleasure to deep inside my core, and I find myself bucking against him instinctively, trying to drive him deeper into the seizing, clenching heart of my orgasm.

And all the while, he is muttering into my neck, words I can't catch but that sound raw and urgent. At the same time that he catches my lips in a scorching kiss, he drives himself deeper than ever before and he holds himself there, grunting into my mouth as he chases his own pleasure deep inside me, knotting me.

I scream at the sudden intrusion. I've felt it before, but Ares is bigger than Jeremiah. And he is also my perfect match. My body sings with pleasure… melding with him and taking his knot, milking the hot, bulbous growth that pulses with the essence of him.

The orgasm hits us like a train. It goes on and on, for both of us, his release so strong that I can feel the throb of his knot and length pumping as he fills me up, his bare, hard flesh buried deep into my soft, wet heat.

Ares lingers even after it's over, dropping kisses on my forehead and cheeks and lips as my body gradually stops quivering, kisses that are as tender as his fucking was rough.

"Now, that was bloody amazing," Eric mutters from across the room.

That is the last thing I remember. After that, I became a mindless beast again, simply taking my men over and over until my body gives in to exhaustion.