8. Poppy

Chapter 8

Poppy

S omething has changed now as I’m led through the grand halls of the massive estate, back toward the third-floor suite.

Sadie has gone with a promise to visit again soon, and my heart is bursting with promise as Asher slips his hand comfortingly into mine.

“You made the right choice staying,” he whispers, stepping closer to me.

“I know,” I reply truthfully. “I belong here.”

The double doors of the suite open and close, the Alphas encircling me immediately. Malachi’s hand snakes around my neck, his lips curling against my earlobe to sample the skin and ignite the birthmark.

A flash of lightning crisscrosses against the sky as Malachi murmurs in my ear. “You belong with us.”

Molten lava surges through my veins, and static crackles across the night sky, perfectly in sync with the rhythmic pulse of our hearts.

Asher’s fingers slide against my back, digging deeper into my shoulders as he lays me against the bed, and suddenly, six hands caress various parts of my wanting, throbbing body.

I’m ready for them, for all of them, as my temperature rises.

The moon glows brighter outside, a distant howl permeating the night, more calls echoing as meteors streak against the sky. As the Apex Alphas all remove their shirts, golden arches form across their hearts, the glow of their chests matching mine.

Our bond is forming, unblocking now that the spell is falling away.

How did I not see this all along? They were always my mates.

I start to tell them this, but Warrick’s mouth captures mine, stopping me from speaking as Malachi’s hands move to free me from my clothes, rendering me naked and spread before them for the taking.

Fissions of light burst through me as all three sets of mouths land on me in tandem. Warrick’s mouth locks on mine, pinning me deeper into the plush mattress as Malachi holds my hands down. Asher’s mouth locks in around the base of my neck, our bond solidifying as the celestial event peaks outside in a rumble of thunder and lightning, meteors spraying through the sky as I watch in stunned awe.

A muffled moan slips from my lips, only to be stopped by Warrick as he claims another kiss. He pulls back just enough, his eyes locking with mine, the sound lingering between us.

“Do you feel that?” he growls, his voice rough and trembling with an edge of wonder, as the mate bond solidifies between all three of my males and me. It’s not just a connection—it’s a force, a tidal wave of heat and energy that surges through every fiber of my being, binding us in ways words could never describe.

I nod, letting my Alphas know that whatever is happening to them is just as intense for me.

Malachi’s urgent kisses over the curve of my throat grow hotter and faster. Their hands and lips blend together as the heat reaches feverish levels between us, creating a heady passion. Asher’s mouth moves down my body, and he spreads my legs, his head dipping lower.

His tongue teases the curve of my inner thigh, and I buck upward, directly against the fullness of his dimpled smile, exhaling. He takes me without hesitation, his tongue lapping outward to taste me, sending shivers through my entire body. Every lick elicits a separate cry from me, but my sounds of pleasure are cut off by Warrick’s roughening kisses.

Malachi finds the swell of my heaving breasts, and I can’t get enough of their skin on mine. Malachi’s mouth closes around my nipple as Warrick continues passionately kissing me.

My ass rises higher, and I reach for Asher, driving him deeper against me, his face buried fully between my legs as my climax rises.

The whirlwind of thoughts, sensations, and movements crashes over me, overwhelming and relentless. It’s too much, yet not nearly enough—I’m drowning in it, and still, I crave more.

My hand wraps around Malachi’s exposed erection, yearning to feel how his body is reacting to me.

The tight coil at my core unleashes, and my orgasm crashes over me. Floating and fading in and out, my skin prickles with delicious relief. I drive higher and higher, allowing myself to be freer than I’ve ever been.

This is what I’ve been missing my whole life.

I want to savor every feeling, commit it to memory to relive this moment for as long as I live. It’s all coming at me so hard and fast, the fingers on top of me, all over me, inside me. Warrick pulls away from our kiss, and I move to all fours, positioning myself for what’s coming next.

“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” Warrick purrs, and the words send more gushes of heat through me.

Malachi moves in front of me, positioning his thick, hard, and ready shaft between my lips as Asher lies down on his back, his head between my legs to continue his exploration of my center. I lower my pussy to his lips, riding his face as Malachi’s length slides into my mouth.

Warrick cups my swollen breast, pinching my nipples, and his other hand curls around my thick mane and pulls my hair back, allowing me to take Malachi easier as he groans.

The sensations washing over me are irresistibly intense. But still, it’s not enough. I want to be claimed by them in the most intimate way, to be theirs as I was intended to be.

Sliding Malachi out of my mouth, I cock my head back and look at Warrick through hazy, desiring eyes.

“Take me,” I rasp. “Now.”

Asher moves out from under me, his strong hands prying my willing legs fully apart as Warrick poises his rigid, ready dick between my dripping core.

Gently, he slips and slides his shaft along the slickness, pressing his tip to my entrance.

Malachi’s movements slow down, allowing me only a second to adjust before Warrick plunges fully into me without mercy.

His massiveness steals my breath, the brothers falling into sync as they push and pull into me, my hips rocking forward and backward to match their frenzied rhythm.

Within seconds, another orgasm builds, this one even more intense. And as I’m getting close, Malachi’s cock hardens even more in my mouth, signifying he’s close to the edge, too.

I raise a hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his length, squeezing him to intensify his orgasm. And my efforts pay off, his release coating my tongue as I swallow every drop, while I release at the same time, making him taste even sweeter.

Blood rushes through me, my head spinning, and Malachi pulls out, his absence leaving a void I need to be filled.

“That’s a good girl, Poppy,” Warrick says from behind me. “I love feeling your tight pussy come around my dick.”

The words drive me crazy. I want to be their good girl.

“Asher,” I breathe, “come here.”

And he obeys my orders, taking Malachi’s place at my mouth.

Warrick continues to pound into me, driving me to heights I never imagined possible. His fingers dig into my waist, his movements becoming more erratic, just before he fills me with his seed.

His grunts of pleasure are like music to my ears, and my body reacts, bringing me to the precipice once again.

How many orgasms can a girl have? I never knew such primal pleasure was possible.

Warrick pulls out, but his attention to my pussy doesn’t relent. He replaces his dick with his fingers, circling my clit with his thumb. Malachi is beside me as well, trailing kisses over my back, igniting sensations over my entire body.

This is exactly what I need.

Asher isn’t slowing down, pumping in and out of my mouth, chasing his own release

“Come for us now,” Malachi orders me, and I nod, whimpering. His words are enough for me, and I obey his command, releasing once more, simultaneously with Asher.

“Good girl,” Warrick growls as I ride his hand, relishing the waves of my orgasm undulating through me.

With a grunt, I collapse onto the bed, along with my mates, in a tangle of arms and legs, savoring the warmth and protection of them.

My head nestles on Asher’s shoulder, and I notice his Tree of Life tattoo for the first time as he wraps his arm possessively around me. It makes me smile.

Outside, the sky returns to normal, as if moments ago, it had not just exploded in chaos to celebrate our bond with the world.

“Are you all right?” Asher whispers in my ear.

I nod, still unable to find my voice, my body trembling.

“I’ll get some water,” Malachi volunteers.

“No!” I say. “Don’t.”

They look at me in surprise, and I grin. “Just… stay for a minute. I want to remember this.”

Warrick chuckles, drawing closer. “I doubt I’ll forget it,” he reassures me.

“Me neither,” Malachi agrees. Asher merely holds me tighter, and I close my eyes.

I really belong somewhere. How about that?