Chapter 4

4

It's a full moon, and the sky is clear. I never put a foot out of my new home after dark, but tonight, I'm restless.

For the first time, my mates have left me alone. They told me I was safe and to stay inside until they returned. Then they locked the door. I watched them climb the path up the mountain before they disappeared into the night.

I don't know what to do with myself while waiting for them. I'm used to their constant presence—at least one of my alphas has always been with me, protecting and doting on me.

The forest outside is dark, the mountains are silent, and I'm scared.

Where did they go? Why wasn't I allowed with them? How long will they be gone?

My stomach hurts and my hands shake. Strange creaks and the rustling of the wind make me think of demons and ghosts. I know such creatures don't exist, but I fear them anyway.

Time crawls forward. I watch the moon through the window. Since they left, it's barely moved on its path across the sky.

A scratching sound from above makes me jump. It must be a night bird or a tree branch scraping at the roof in the breeze, but I'm trembling with terror.

I can't wait anymore. I can't be without them. What if they left for good? I'm nothing without them.

The walls of the cottage seem to be closing in on me. I rush to open the window and stick my head outside. I draw in strangled breaths.

A surge of fear and longing gives me strength, and I pull myself up into the window. I'm about to disobey them, and they'll be angry, but I can't be alone. I can't be without them for a minute longer.

I follow the narrow path they took up the steep incline. There's only one trail winding through the trees and bushes. The moonlight is strong enough for me to distinguish roots and boulders, and I walk fast until I'm breathless with exertion.

A vast meadow opens in front of me. The mountain peak rises before me, boulders dotting the grass as if a giant threw them around.

The silver light outlines three silhouettes of tall men standing atop the mountain. My mates.

What are they doing up here in the middle of the night? I don't wait for answers. I'm so happy I've found them that I rush toward them. I'll be grateful for whichever way they punish me for my disobedience.

Then I stumble and freeze.

For a few heartbeats, I fear I've lost my mind.

They're naked but that's not what startles me. My enormous alphas grow even bigger in front of my eyes. Low howls and ominous snapping carry through the quiet night. Their skin darkens and bursts with fur.

They turn toward me, and three pairs of yellow eyes are pinned on me.

They're monsters. Half-wolves, half-men, with muscled limbs that could crush boulders, fangs and claws made to tear flesh from bones.

I'd seen a picture of a lycan in a book of legends when I was a child. The beast was frightening, with knife-like talons and blood dripping from its open snout. My grandfather told me not to be afraid because lycans didn't exist.

Now I know they do.

I fall to my knees. My heart flutters around my ribcage, and my breaths come short.

"We told you to stay at home!"

It's Hale. It's his voice, just stronger and gravelly. It makes me shiver. I can recognize his face, but his mouth is turned down at the corners, thick fur covers his head, creating an arrow down the middle of his forehead, and his ears are pointed. He licks his fangs and clenches his fists. He looks angry.

In a few leaps, they're in front of me. Wyot snarls at me. Oh God, his claws! I cower on the ground.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Why did you follow us?" Hale asks. His ears twitch, and his lip curls with displeasure. He looks like a hunter about to attack.

But they're my mates! They love me, don't they?

"I grew afraid," I stammer out. "I couldn't be alone."

"And you're not afraid now?" Wyot asks.

Sniffing the air around me, Graeme growls. "You're not supposed to be here. Not when it's the full moon."

Their fur shimmers in the moonlight, longer on their shoulders and short, soft-looking on their bellies. Their features are rough, with sharp cheekbones and glowering, thick eyebrows, and their thin lips barely cover their fangs.

They surround me, but instead of being more afraid the closer they come, I'm relieved by their closeness.

Oh, it makes perfect sense. Everything falls into place.

Their inhuman strength, their eyes, scent… and how my body has been changing for them.

"You should have waited," Hale reprimands me, but his voice is low and tender now.

"Forgive me," I plead. "I didn't know what to do. You've never left me alone until today."

"We wanted to give you more time," Graeme says. "You're young."

Wyot sniffs, his nostrils flaring. "You must leave now."

"Go home," Hale orders.

I shake my head. "Please, no."

"It's full moon, omega. Go home before you send us into a rut."

"I can't breathe when I'm without you."

They loom above me, three beasts from a legend. They could tear me apart.

Hale pulls in a deep breath, his immense chest heaving.

"Either you run now , or we'll breed you tonight."

Breed me? I'm not in heat.

Graeme reaches to his groin with his clawed hand. His cock sticks from the fur, glistening, even bigger in his lycan form. The moonlight makes it difficult to discern the exact color, but it looks dark red. Like blood.

"We'll mark you as ours and put our young in your belly."

"Last chance, omega," Hale murmurs. "Run. Maybe we can still stop ourselves from chasing after you."

But I'm frozen in place. At the sight of their rearing dicks, I feel hollow.

"Look, Hale. Our little mate wants to be knocked up by monsters," Wyot says.

He strokes himself, stalking toward me. He presents me with the wet tip of his dick. A drop of clear liquid adorns the wide slit.

"Lick it."

It doesn't even occur to me to protest. Like a puppet on strings, I open my mouth and taste the fluid. The flavor bursts on my tongue and burns down my throat. On instinct, I suck, drawing more.

My fear is forgotten. Whatever is coming out of Wyot's slit, I want more of it. I crave it.

Graeme rips my cloak off my back. When I can't suck more nectar out of Wyot's dick, I reach for Graeme's. What they're leaking is liquid lust. Their scent is stronger than ever.

Hale growls when I wrap my lips around his cockhead. I rub my hands through the soft fur on his belly and look up into his yellow eyes. He licks his lips with his long tongue. His claws scrape my scalp where he cups my head. He feeds me his dick, and I suck, eager for more.

Graeme and Wyot are behind me now. They tear the fabric of my pants with their claws, exposing my ass. I'm wet for them. I want them to mount me without pause, but instead, they lick me. Their tongues are long and slithery, burrowing into my ass, and I shudder with delight.

If this is my fate, I'm grateful.

My alphas are sinister shape-shifting beasts, the most formidable creatures walking these lands. And I'm their treasure, forever protected, forever loved.

I fear nothing with them by my side.

My stomach sloshes with their precum, and my lungs are full of their scents. The beastly tongues dance inside me, loosening my hole, and a ball of warmth grows in my underbelly. Hale's dick leaks more magical potion, and I moan, sucking it eagerly.

But Hale retreats, taking my delicious treat away just as Graeme and Wyot stop licking me. I whine with the loss. On my hands and knees, I lift my ass, seeking their touch.

"Patience, treasure."

Hale lowers himself on the ground, resting on his side, leisurely fondling his cock. Graeme settles next to him. He looks tense, ready to pounce. It must cost him to wait.

The warmth in my stomach starts to burn. Juices leak down my taint, and my hard cock twitches between my legs.

Then I feel the weight of Wyot's cock in my crease. Hale and Graeme watch as Wyot mounts me from behind. His fur caresses my back and ass, and his claws dig into the dirt next to my hands. He surrounds me, caging me in, as he burrows deeper into my body. His dick feels warmer in his lycan form, and my body opens for him on a flood of slick. He licks my neck and grazes my shoulder with his teeth.

"You're a werewolf mate, omega," Hale says.

"Tonight, you'll breed with monsters," Woyt purrs into my ear and thrusts hard.

He's purposeful and quick. His dick shuttles in and out of me, filling me with joy. He drives into me until his cockhead makes love to the closed mouth of my womb. I want to prolong the moment. But with my gaze on my lycan mates, on their feral features and hard, straining dicks, I'm drowning in lust. When Wyot speeds up, I shatter. My hole tightens around his cock, and my cum stains the grass.

He doesn't stop. I cry and sob, coming in waves, but he's relentless, hitting the mouth to my womb like a battering ram about to bust a gate. Graeme crawls to me on all fours and kneels in front of me. He holds my head and offers me his dick again. The precum is flowing in abundance, and I suck it, my eyes closing with bliss.

Wyot slows down. He pulls out almost to the tip, then surges back in. The most delightful pain makes my core spasm. Tightening my lips around Graeme's shaft, I spread my legs wider, anticipating another brutal thrust.

On the next one, something in me rips.

I let out a muffled cry around Graeme's cock. The stab of anguish lasts only a heartbeat. What follows is ecstasy.

Wyot's cockhead pumps and slides through the channel to my womb. The pleasure is so powerful it might rip me apart. But if I die like this, I'll be happy. Wyot impales me as deeply as ever, and amazing pressure stretches my hole. His knot is growing in me.

When his magical cum floods my starving womb, my mind explodes with light and colors. They've brought me incredible amounts of pleasure already, but this is bliss.

Wyot's swollen cock pumps inside me, releasing in waves, and my womb sucks his cum. Graeme's claws sting my scalp and neck, and his cock pushes into my throat. I can't breathe, but I don't mind. I'm weightless.

"Fuck! I'll fucking knot into his mouth!" It's Graeme's strangled voice. Then his cock is gone, and I wheeze for air.

Hale has pulled Graeme back and pinned him to the ground. Graeme snarls but doesn't fight. He goes limp under Hale's weight.

Wyot purrs, rocking my sated body on his cock. I barely hold myself up on my elbows in the grass. My head feels heavy, and I want to close my eyes. Knotted and bred, I could easily drift away.

Graeme is calmer now. He and Hale come closer. They rub their hard dicks on my sides, purring and hissing. I can smell their rut—like earth and smoke and dark desire. Will they be able to wait until Wyot's knot goes down?

"I need to pull out my knot, omega," Wyot says. "You must push."

What? That's impossible. I can barely move.

"You have three mates you've sent into a rut. We need to breed."

"Push, omega," Hale orders.

I whine. My legs are wide apart, my hole full to bursting, and I'm helpless, I can't…

"Push!" he snarls.

My mates growl, clawing at my body. They need me.

Graeme and Hale tug on my hips and thighs while Wyot strains to draw his knot out of my ass.

I bear down even as my womb spasms, trying to hold onto his cockhead.

"Good omega. We'll reward you. Push!"

"It looks like giving birth," Wyot says.

The idea makes me burn with passion, and I push harder. My hole widens more and more. My rim feels like it'll rip. But on the next push, Wyot's knot pops out. My ass gapes, and I let out a desperate sob. I can't be empty.

Graeme takes Wyot's place. His cockhead slides straight into my womb, and he comes into me after a few fucks. My peak threatens to steal my sanity as he pumps my womb full of cum. It churns, and my belly feels full already. Graeme won't let me rest, though. He begins working his knot out of me.

Hale waits for his turn.

He cups my cheek, brings my face into his lap, and pets me. I nuzzle his straining shaft, drawing in his scent. He needs me just as much as Graeme and Wyot, but he's been so patient.

My love for my mates gives me strength. I wail as I strain to push. One loud smacking sound, and Graeme draws his swollen dick out of my body.

Hale grabs me under my arms and pulls me to my feet. I can't stand on my own—my legs are useless—but Hale lifts me by my thighs and sets me onto his cock. My womb has closed itself around all the cum, but Hale forces through the meager resistance. His cockhead kisses the flesh in my core.

He fucks me like that, standing up on top of the mountain, and I fist the long fur on his shoulders as I stare into his feral face, mesmerized. He lowers his head and licks my lips. I close my eyes and open my mouth for his tongue. I lick his fangs and rub my lips against his soft fur.

I'm kissing a werewolf.

Hale fucks me hard, driving into my womb with power, and I whimper into his mouth.

I let go of everything. I don't have a single worry on my mind. I've given myself to these creatures, body and soul. I'm theirs to fuck, breed, or tear me apart. I'm nothing without them. But with them inside me and all around me, I'm overflowing with love and joy.

My alpha lets out a victorious roar when his knot grows. I throw my head back, and my cry carries over the mountains. Pleasure explodes from my center at the same time as piercing pain flares from the crook of my neck and shoulder, followed by a wave of burning heat.

Hale has bitten the base of my throat, and I might burst with exhilarating happiness. The warmth from the wound flows into my chest and wraps itself around my heart.

Graeme and Wyot stand close, rubbing their swollen dicks on my ass. They bite me at the same time, piercing my skin on both sides of my neck. The stinging pain from the wounds circles my throat like a collar.

Hale lowers me into the grass. Impaled on his knot with my womb full of my mates' mixed cum, I slump with relief. I rest in his lap, and my mates lick the blood on my throat and neck, their purring a lullaby.

I see everything clearly now.

Why could no human alpha satisfy me? Why did I need to fuck every day yet never had enough?

I was destined for something else. Someone else.

My body was made to breed with monsters. Their magic flows through me, too.

Clouds obscure the moon when my mates carry me back to our home. They remain in their lycan bodies, terrifying and beautiful.