Chapter 9

Myla

The moment his mouth met my sex, my body ignited. Every lick and swirl of his tongue fanned the flames of my longing. I mewled, leaning into the relief Gentry provided.

My thoughts went quiet as I became a kaleidoscope of sensations. Gentry grabbed my thighs, holding my body in place as he lavished my center with his tongue. There was no hesitation or constraint to his actions as he kissed, sucked, and flicked every inch of my core.

I felt a cool breeze as he parted me with his finger and sucked in a breath.

“You’re so beautiful. Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, kissing between my legs with a fervor that made me blush.

I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this floating, restless feeling. It made me want to beg for something I couldn’t even begin to comprehend—something I had feared before this moment.

Maybe that was what Brielle meant when she said my mates would show me that I mattered.

“How does that feel, Myla?” Gentry asked. “Do you like the way I eat your pussy?”

His lewd words kicked my pulse into overdrive. I stared down at him, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the hungry look in his eye, his plump red lips glistening with my slick.

Goddess, I wanted more.

“Good,” I whispered, not trusting my voice.

“Only good?” He raised a brow and lightly bit my inner thigh. “We’re going to have to change that. I want you screaming my name—so out of your mind with pleasure that you never want to leave this bed.”

My core clenched in response.

He hooked his hands behind my knees and pinned them to my chest. The position left me vulnerable, exposed.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue now, pretty girl,” he said.

Before I could process his words, something teased my entrance before sliding inside. The pressure was full and soft, insistent as it slowly curled in and out of me.

My body bucked against his mouth, seeking more.

“G—gen. Oh, that feels, oh, Go—goddess,” I panted.

My abdomen spasmed, coiling so tight I thought my legs would snap from the force. My eyes closed, and stars burst behind my lids.

“That’s right, Myla. Be a good girl and come on Gentry’s tongue.”

My eyes flew open at the sound of Bowen’s voice.

When did they get here? I didn’t hear them come in.

Gentry supported my lower back as he lifted me without breaking the mesmerizing ministrations between my legs.

When he set me down, it was upon layers of soft bedding and fluffy comforters. My mates’ scents cocooned me, and a new wave of lust made me whimper.

They stood around the bed, watching with lust-filled eyes. I could taste their want—their possession —on my tongue.

I couldn’t take it. The feelings . . . their need . . .

Gentry pressed his thumb to my clit and plunged his tongue deeper than before.

I cried out as I hit a crescendo of pleasure, my slick flooding Gentry’s face as he lapped up my juices.

Silas knelt beside him, and together, they licked me clean.

Bowen fisted his cock, giving himself a hard pump as they sucked on my thighs and pussy.

“Do you like them on their knees?” Theron asked, circling the bed until he stood by my head.

He leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear and traced the curve with his tongue.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Does it turn you on?” He nipped at the lobe, sliding his broad hand down my neck.

His fingertips brushed the tops of my breasts, so light and teasing that my nipples pebbled in anticipation.

“Yes,” I answered.

He pinched my firm buds, expertly rolling them between his fingers. His touch was neither painful nor soft—it was some heady in-between.

A flash of heat blew through me like a windstorm. My orgasm had taken the edge off, but my body craved a true claim.

I wanted to be stretched, filled, wrung, and rutted until I didn’t know my own name.

“You have the sweetest pink nipples,” Theron said as if speaking about the weather. “Should we ask Bowen how they taste?”

Biting down on my lip, I nodded.

“Naughty girl,” he chastised softly. “You have to ask him for it.”

Gentry and Silas positioned themselves at my sides, cocks leaking as they waited for me to follow Theron’s order.

Bowen stood between my legs, his beautiful, thick heft gliding through his firm grip. His muscles bunched and flexed as he worked himself, and the sight pushed me to the brink of self-control.

My own need loosened my lips, brushing aside uncertainty and self-resistance. There was no use for them here. This was about our pleasure. It was about learning and connecting.

“Bowen, I’d like you to suck on my nipples,” I pleaded.

Bowen released a relieved groan and curled over my body. His mouth latched onto my breast, and the sensation shot between my legs. His tongue pressed against my diamond-hard peaks, and I arched into his mouth.

“So fucking good,” he growled, pressing his stiff length against my core.

Theron trailed his lips down my neck. “Are you ready to be molded to our cocks? To be reformed and filled until our come leaks down your tight, hot hole?”

Bowen bit down on my nipple, and I mewled, loving the snap of pain that chased the pleasure.

Gentry leaned over and captured my mouth. He slipped his tongue past my lips, gaining entrance before deepening the kiss, commanding it.

Hands cupped and kneaded my breasts from above, and my thighs fell open.

“The things we’re going to do to you,” Gentry murmured against my lips. “The ways we’ll fill you, make you crave our seed . . .” He kissed me gently. “But first, Silas is going to open you. Then, we’ll take turns pounding this cunt until you can tell us apart by the stretch alone.”

I shuddered.

“I think she likes the sound of that,” Theron said, his rich voice husky as it filled my ears.

Silas took position between my thighs, drawing my attention. His thick, long member bobbed against my entrance as if it were reaching for me.

The first brush against my sex sent a wave of heat rolling down my spine.

“Are you ready, Myla?” Silas asked.

Ready? My wolf was bent over, presenting herself for her males. She wanted to be claimed— needed it—and so did I.

Our passion merged, surging through my body like a rising tide.

“Goddess, yes! Fill me, Silas.” I could hardly believe the words coming from my mouth. I never thought I could be so free and wanton.

So unapologetically horny for my mates.

But I was.

He gripped my hips, his finger brushing over the Blood Moon brand. There was a momentary pause before he pushed between my legs in slow, measured movements, the head of his dick breaching my core. I groaned at the stretch, feeling the burn of his invasion as he slid another inch deeper.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

I blinked, reaching for words that seemed to evade me. “I need more,” I admitted.

Gentry and Bowen moved to Silas’s side, watching as he filled me. Theron plucked and rolled my nipples, the sensation working in tandem with the fullness of my core. The pain gave way to pleasure as Silas bottomed out.

As our pelvises met, I heard a chorus of groans.

“I wish you could see how good you look stuffed full of Silas’s cock,” Bowen said.

He licked the tips of two fingers and brought them to my clit, pressing down with enough pressure to make me cry out.

I clenched around Silas’s steel.

“Fuck.” The word was both praise and promise.

He dragged himself out and slammed back in. Again and again, he breached me, his measured thrusts ensuring I felt every inch.

Bowen played with my clit as Theron’s movements became rougher, adding a spark of pain to the overwhelming pleasure. It was the pain that kept me grounded when my body wanted to tip over the edge and break.

Silas grew wilder, jerking inside me with enough force to slide my body along the bed.

Theron leaned over and whispered, “Time to let go, dirty girl.”

He licked into my mouth, and I detonated, squeezing around Silas. With a grunt, he came, spurting hot ropes of seed within me.

He pulled out, and my legs fell open. Bowen took his place, using the head of his dick to push his unit mate’s cum back into me.

“We can’t waste your mate’s good seed, can we?” He smirked and slid into my core.

My back arched as he ground against me. A deep rumble filled the room as my body adjusted to his thicker shaft. I was so full I thought I would rip apart at the seams.

Bowen snapped his hips forward. “You feel so good—so tight and wet and dripping with Silas’s cum. Fuck, I feel like I’m going to blow my load already.”

Theron propped my head up so I could watch as Bowen disappeared inside me.

Bowen was a masterpiece of muscle and sinew. His abs strained as he drove into me with fast, powerful movements meant to satisfy my darkest cravings.

Where Silas gave me pleasure, Bowen took it. The sight made my body vibrate and coil tighter.

Theron’s beautiful cock tapped against my cheek, and wild fantasies overwhelmed me. I imagined what it would be like to feel him slip between my lips.

The thought unwrapped the last thread of restraint and modesty I possessed.

I pressed a hot, wet kiss to his shaft.

He hissed, and Bowen groaned.

“That’s right, sweet girl. Play with Theron’s dick,” Silas said, slowly pumping his rapidly hardening length.

The words fueled my bravado, and I kissed Theron again, letting the tip of my tongue explore his ridges and veins. He involuntarily jerked his hips, and I grew bolder.

Curling my hand around it, I guided his leaking tip into my mouth and sucked. Bowen hammered into me as Theron fed me more of his heft while threading his fingers into my hair.

“So fucking hot,” Theron ground out. “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

There was a rush of heat as Bowen emptied himself inside me. Without pause, my mouth slipped off Theron’s cock, and Gentry flipped me over.

“I want to see this gorgeous ass bounce while I fuck you,” Gentry said.

He plunged into my spasming sex as Theron guided his cock back between my lips.

They rutted me together, filling me and using my body for their pleasure. A mixture of slick and cum slid down my thighs. Gentry angled my hips, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

Saliva spilled from my lips as Theron tightened his grip on my hair. His cock hit the back of my throat with every rock of his hips.

I was full to bursting, my focus on the tightening in my core and the tremors that racked my thighs.

I was filthy. Used. And I loved it.

Gentry roared as he came, his hips lazily rotating until he was drained.

Theron pried himself out of my wanting mouth and turned me on my back. He rounded the bed, fitting himself snuggly between my limp thighs.

“Such a good, filthy girl,” Theron purred, affectionately tracing a finger through my swollen folds as I whimpered. “This pretty pussy is so greedy for our cum.”

He leaned over and lewdly licked my seam, moaning at the taste. I bucked as his softened tongue skimmed over my tender center.

I felt so thoroughly consumed that the thought of taking Theron inspired both ecstasy and trepidation.

He positioned himself at my entrance, giving his length a slow, firm stroke.

“I—I don’t know if I can take it,” I said, shuddering.

Bowen knelt on my left, with Silas and Gentry on the right.

“You can,” Bowen said soothingly.

“And you will,” Silas added.

“Look at me. I want to see your face when I bury myself inside you,” Theron said.

My gaze locked on his, and his chest rumbled with a guttural growl.

He entered me in one smooth thrust.

I cried out, and my walls squeezed around him. Pain and pleasure merged with every slam of his hips. Theron fucked me into the mattress, his body curling over me as his lips crashed into mine.

His kiss was reckless and wild as he owned every inch of my mouth.

My mind blanked, caving in on itself as another orgasm swelled like a cresting wave. My body wound tight, and I gripped Theron’s shoulders.

“Please . . . I—I can’t take it. I’m going to—”

Multiple sets of teeth pierced my skin, and the sharp jolt of pain pushed me over the edge.

A flood of emotions hit me: yearning, passion, wonder, and reverence. An inferno blazed through my skull, followed by cool relief as tendrils braided themselves in place.

It was them, my fated mates.

Our bond. The thought trailed through my mind with a sense of wonderment.

Safe with my mates, I succumbed to the lulling warmth of sleep.