13. Grace

-Battle Born- Five FingerDeath Punch-

Taking the children was a low blow even I didn’t foresee happening. How did the rogues get to Sarah and convince her to help try to kill me? Were they just after Ashina, or were they going to use both babies to take over both territories and packs? Either way, it’s one of the more heinous things they have done in the last four months.

My stare down with Ethan wasn’t needed, nor was it warranted. He tends to get more primal and aggressive when we have sex the next time when I push his buttons. Conrad is somewhere between Griffin and Ethan with how they are with me during sex. Right now, I need to feel my mates and shake the feeling of a being a monster.

Conrad and Ethan enter the bathroom at the same time, with Griffin on their heels. The three of them have plans for me and this should get interesting. “Someone’s been bad…” Conrad’s smooth tone reveals what’s about to happen. We’re going to play pass the Gracie, one of my favorite games. Then later tonight while soaking in the bathtub Barrett will fuck me slow taking his time. As an Omega, him being knotless has its advantages. He can bury himself to the hilt with every thrust and not get stuck.

“How have I been bad?” The words roll off my tongue smooth as silk as I inch Barrett’s shirt up my body until I pull it free from my form.

I reach into the shower stall and adjust the water and listen to it hitting the tiles rhythmically. “You shoved me.” Ethan’s voice hums with the power of his alpha bark.

My knees almost buckle from his tone. My wolf wants to submit and please him. Part of me enjoys when Ethan is about to lose control. Loves watching him dance on the razor edge of sanity. With as much force as I can muster behind my voice, I test the extent of my Luna powers. “I … told you. There were better things to do with your mouth. Kneel.” My wolf flairs to the surface when I say kneel and Ethan drops to his knees before me. “Be a good mate and taste me.” Shocked doesn’t even cover the look on his face. His brothers, for once, mirror him. None of them know what to make of what I had just done.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Darlin.” Ethan’s words are muffled against my mound just before his tongue laps at my folds.

“I like you dangerous Wolfie.” I run my fingers over the soft stubble on the top of his head.

“Griff?” I turn my gaze on him and he steps closer. Reaching out, I place his hand on my breast the look at Conrad to motion for him to do the same.

Three sets of hands on me, each giving me exactly what I need from them. I can tell the moment the brothers start talking, using their bond by the flashes of gold in their eyes. Before long, they have me on the edge of coming. Ethan slides his hand up my inner thigh before sinking two fingers deep within me. My core detonates around his fingers, pulsing and milking his digits, trying to drive them further into me. I need to feel them. It’s almost as bad as when I was in heat.

Moaning, I lean back, and Griffin catches me as Ethan stands, taking my thighs with him. My calves rest over his arms as his eyes rake hungrily over my body. I feel the heat of his shaft resting against me as he shifts his body to line up with my core. In one swift movement he seats himself within me and starts thrusting hard enough he rocks Griffin.

“Someone shouldn’t have run her mouth.” Griffin snarks as Ethan adjusts my position, so I’m slightly on my side. Conrad steps forward and taps the tip of his cock against my lips.

“Open up sweetness, I have something for you.” Conrad taps my lips again and I comply. Griffin moves down my body, still supporting me. His arms are under my ribs while his brothers fuck me on both ends. Through the bond, I reach out to Barrett and tell him Griffin needs him.

Barrett skids to a stop, seeing how I’m strung out between the brothers and dives right in deep, throating Griffin’s cock under me. It becomes a wolven version of sex jenga the way we keep adjusting me between the brothers. Ethan’s movements become erratic and I tap Conrad’s hip, warning him that Ethan was close to sinking his knot into me. Taking the hint, Conrad steps back and moves Barrett to be on his hands and knees before Griffin. Conrad winks at me as Griffin moves me with Ethan so that I am on my back in his arms.

Bending forward, Griffin kisses me deeply just before Ethan sinks his knot into me. Ethan roars out his release and steals me from Griffin, wrapping his arms tightly around me as his pulsing cock triggers another orgasm from me. Ethan turns us so I can watch Conrad fuck Barrett as he sucks Griffin’s cock down his throat until his knot is hitting his lips. It’s so erotic watching Barrett strung out between his alphas, each giving and taking from each other, lost in the moment. There’s a beauty in their movement. Barrett plays Griffin’s body like a concert level pianist. Every touch and movement making Griffin’s abs flex under his touch.

Ethan and I remain snuggled together in our own little bubble, watching the others have their moment. Conrad thrusts forward and Griffin pulls back, shooting his seed all over Barrett’s chest as Conrad pulls back on Barrett. Conrad’s free hand slides around and down to Barrett’s cock and starts jerking him off hard and fast. It doesn’t take much to make Barrett cum all over his own stomach.

Griffin flops back, landing not far away from Ethan and me, and I reach out to touch him. A lazy smile crosses over his lips as his eyes close. “It’s good to be home…” Griffin makes me laugh a little at his statement.

“There’s no place I would rather be.” The words fall softly from my lips as I feel the heat from a second body close to Ethan and I. Barrett had gotten Conrad to move them closer. An alphas knot is the greatest and worst thing in the entire world. It sets nerve endings you didn’t know you had off the deep end. But on the flip side, you’re stuck together until the knot releases. The only way to have multiple mates in a session is to either skip the knots or accept double penetration and suck someone’s dick. All the options are no hardship, mind you.

I feel Ethan’s knot release and he slips free from me and I place a kiss against his neck. “I need to shower, and I’m hungry.” The only one besides Ethan and me that isn’t stuck is Griffin.

“If you want, I can stay with you?” He stands up and offers me his hand.

Looking beyond him, I notice at some point someone shut off the water in the shower. “I wouldn’t mind it. Ethan, can you check on our guest, and maybe order something for dinner?” Nuzzling Ethan’s neck, I move next to pepper his jaw with kisses, trying to butter him up and encourage him to do as I ask.

He rubs his face against mine and I know I’ve got him. “Chinese or Italian?”

“Either. Surprise me,” I kiss his lips softly before allowing Griffin to help me to my feet. The guys leave the bathroom, giving Griffin and me some time to ourselves.

“Are you sore?” He reaches into the shower and turns it back on before rubbing my shoulders and neck.

“A little, but I’m okay.” Spinning in his arms, I place my palms flat on his chest and look up into his gray-blue eyes.

“Understandable. We need to be more careful with you.” His hand slides down my body to rest over my soft lower stomach. I still haven’t lost all the baby weight from Ashina. So my lower stomach is one of those places I’m not comfortable having touched. I try to pull away and Griffin stops me. “What’s wrong?” His tone softens as he bends down to rest his cheek against mine.

“I love my daughter…” I pause and rest my hand over his. “I love the baby that you guys gave me, that we created together.” Gently, I squeeze his hand as he backs us under the water spray. It’s hot, but not too hot. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t lose the weight from my lower stomach and it bothers me. Most times it’s not an issue, just moments like this when you”re not distracted. It bothers me. I don’t feel pretty.”

Griffin pulls away and looks at me from toes to nose. “I see a strong woman and a fierce mother before me. When I look at you, I am in awe of how beautiful you are to me.” He steps forward again and touches my stomach. “Your womb has given all of us a daughter and another baby on the way. This…” He pauses as he drops to his knees and kisses my soft, lower belly. “Protected and grew the most wonderful little girl I could ever hope for. This softness is proof of your hard work and all the long love filled hours you spent eating the best you could for your baby. This sheltered your little girl, the same little girl that showed me what unconditional love is. I instantly understood what deep love means, looking into her little eyes.” His voice breaks slightly with emotion as he gets to his feet again.

I’m stunned into silence, looking into his tear rimmed eyes. I know exactly the feeling he spoke of. It’s the same feeling I had when the doctor laid Ashina on my chest. The first time I looked deep into her eyes, I was a goner. Since her first breath, she’s had me wrapped around her little finger. Standing on my tippy toes, I do the only thing I can think of: kiss Griff. Our bond is different. He’s the leader of the group, the one that’s the hardest to get close to. He’s kept his walls up for so long I didn’t think he would ever drop them completely, even for me.

We don’t need words right now, just each other. He spins me so my back is against the wall, then hikes my legs up and around his waist. Deftly he lifts me like I weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. We devour each other’s lips like we’re starving. He adjusts us until he’s able to line his length up and slides me down onto his shaft. The fullness gets me to move on his shaft. “You set the pace, baby girl. Knot or no knot, it’s your choice.” His words are reverently whispered against my lips as his hands cup my ass cheeks, helping me move.

The slow, slick slide of his cock deep within me makes me crave him more. In the last few months, this is the closest I have ever felt to him. My hands slide up his neck and bury into his hair, pawing at his scalp. Griff pulls me away from the wall and leans himself against the wall, allowing the spray from the shower head to hit my sensitive nipples. Every bounce makes my core pulse slightly, edging me closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Just before I cum, I slam myself down on his knot, taking him deep into me. We cry out at the same time and cling to each other spasming in time with each other rocking slightly, chasing the euphoria.

Griff slides us to the floor of the shower, and we laugh because his legs gave out. Leaning slightly to my right, I reach for the shampoo and conditioner and the body soap. We sit on the floor in silence, washing each other. Words aren’t really needed right now. Griffin loves every single inch of me and, more importantly, he thinks of my daughter as his. That is the mark of a very good man. If what the others have said is true, because of our bond the gender of the baby I am carrying doesn’t matter.

I want to hope that is true.

I guess only time will tell.