66. Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter Sixty-Five

Owen

T he table has been moved back into place while I was picking up dinner from the kitchen. Seems like as soon as they moved it, Pete talked Ezra into making good use of the big, L-shaped couch. They have their backs turned to me while they fuck, but Ezra saw me come in.

My dick starts to get hard in my jeans as I look for a spot to set the food down.

The table is overly cluttered with place settings and silverware, so I end up placing the pizza boxes on the corner of the counter next to it, and then I turn back to the door to lock it.

Now isn’t the time to be lax about security.

Lana might be safer than she’s ever been, now that she’s with us, but that doesn’t mean whoever’s got it out for her will decide to stop trying.

People don’t give up on the things they care about, but plenty of people care about the wrong things.

My perspective was skewed for a while. It happens.

I don’t care what this place used to mean to me anymore.

It’s not what’s important to me and it never should have mattered.

My biological parents never cared about me.

They cared about money and status.

They weren’t my family.

My pack is my family.

They’re the ones I care about, and I’d never give up on them.

That includes Lana. She’s part of our pack now. All that’s left is to make it official.

She’s sleeping now, so that can wait until later.

I take off my T-shirt and move toward the couch, getting ready to join Ezra and Pete.

Before I get past the bedroom door, it creaks open.

My attention moves up slowly, taking in one sexy, sunkissed leg, one hand covering her pussy, the softly curved stomach I licked cum from, those full breasts …

I don’t gasp until I see the fresh mark on her throat.

She bites her lip when my gaze moves over her beautiful face.

“Shadow fell asleep after,” she murmurs, as her gaze moves down my body.

“After? You claimed each other?”

She nods slowly, her gaze moving to the couch.

Ezra hasn’t stopped fucking Pete.

Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath.

She still has her hand in front of her pussy when she looks back at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, as I approach.

She smiles. “Nothing. I’m glad you’re here.”

“You are?” I ask, taking in how dark her eyes are and realizing what it means that she just claimed Shadow.

His cum, and his slick are extra potent right now.

She must have tasted it.

“Do you want to claim me?” she asks.

“Of course,” I tell her.

“What about …” she starts.

“I’m over it. I don’t care anymore. I want you, Lana. You belong with me, with us.”

She smiles, but she still has her pussy covered.

“You don’t need to be shy with us,” I start.

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Shy?”

“You’re covering your pussy.”

She laughs. “Oh. Right. Sorry. It’s just something Shadow said when we were claiming each other. I thought you might not like it if I let all the cum spill out of me.”

Oh, fucking hell. She’s so damn perfect.

“He was right about that,” I murmur, “But it looks like you’ve already let some of it escape.”

Her inner thighs are shining like they’ve been dipped in diamonds.

She looks incredible, and my cock strains the front of my jeans as I gaze at her.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m not used to having multiple mates yet.”

“How do you like it so far?”

“Oh, it’s my kind of fun, for sure,” she says, her gaze straying over to Pete and Ezra again.

“You’ll probably see a lot of that,” I warn her. “Shadow and Pete are permanently horny. They’re always enticing us into whatever they want.”

“Sounds hot,” she murmurs.

“You should probably see if Pete wants you under him before Ezra makes him come. That’ll make up for letting so much cum spill out of you.”

Her eyes light right up. “It’s cool to just … join in?”

“Of course it is,” I tell her, offering a hand to her.

She keeps her pussy cupped as she offers me her free hand.

I take it and walk her over to the couch.

Ezra’s movements have slowed down.

He’s knotting Pete from behind, both kneeling on the couch.

Pete is breathing hard, and I can tell from the look on his face that he’s damn close to the edge.

“Think you two can fit our girl into your plans?”

Pete lets out a strained laugh. “Depends how quick she can back her pussy onto my cock.”

I look at Lana and she nods.

Pete straightens up to let her get in front of him.

She climbs onto the couch and keeps her knees together as she backs up, moving her hand back to help position his cock at her entrance.

He groans as she shuffles back, taking him deep, inch by inch.

Pete’s arms wrap around her from behind, then he leans in close and kisses her shoulder.

She sighs softly as Ezra’s hand moves down her belly, fingers dipping lower and brushing over her clit.

“Fuck,” Pete breathes out, clearly using everything he’s got just to keep from exploding.

“When I move, Pete will move, and then you will,” Ezra tells her. “Just tell me if it’s too fast, or too much for you.”

“It won’t be too much,” she says quickly. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

She takes in a deep breath, and Pete curses quietly behind her.

Then, Ezra moves, and within three thrusts, Pete’s expression tightens.

Lana gasps as he comes inside her.

Ezra’s fingers move a little faster on Lana’s clit.

She gasps out another breath and closes her eyes.

She comes quietly, her moans soft and needy.

Our girl is desperate to have our connections to each other cemented.

She’s not going to feel whole until she’s wearing all our marks.

When she opens her eyes, she looks right at me, and I know exactly what to do.