Chapter 7

Valor

Korren unclasped the collar with a loud snap. My thoughts, fears, and desires swirled within me. The Omega—our Omega—remained frozen. Her muscles were taut, and her brow furrowed.

She fears us, my wolf said with displeasure.

That wasn't something any male wanted of his mate. I knew the situation would be unfavorable the first time we claimed our Omega, but I never thought our fated mate would want nothing to do with us.

Our anxiety pumped through the bond as the weight of this moment lingered between us. Her trust would splinter at the slightest misstep. With one wrong word or touch, we could lose our mate before we had her. The thought boiled my blood.

I couldn't dwell on it. Once the claiming started, any temptation the other units felt would fade. Their instincts would force them to pursue other viable females. That's what I had to focus on.

We wouldn't force her into anything, but time was an issue. Claiming her as soon as possible was the only way to keep her safe.

"You're Brielle, right?" I asked, wanting to ease some of her apprehension.

"Yes," she answered.

Her voice was a honeyed sweet on a misty summer morning. The smell of fresh flowers after a rainstorm. It made me want to ask an endless stream of questions just to hear her speak.

"I'm Valor." I gestured to the others and said, "That's Korren, and this is Ezra. We're from the Hidden Creek pack."

Holding her chin level, she looked us up and down. "I would say it's nice to meet you, but I'm not sure that's true."

"I like your honesty," Ezra said, tilting his head as he studied her. "It's a valuable quality to have in a mate."

"It's the least I can do. You were honest with me, after all." She shifted from one foot to the other and took a deep breath. "So, how do we do this?"

Brielle hadn't looked down during our conversation, purposely avoiding our blatant arousals. She was unsure, vulnerable. Under any other circumstance, easing her fears would be our priority. But this wasn't normal. We had no time to waste, so I used the one thing I knew would work: instinct.

I carefully closed the distance between us. "Is it okay if I touch you, pretty wolf?"

Her throat bobbed on a hard swallow, and her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she nodded.

Not good enough. I wanted—no, needed—her to realize she had control.

I heard her heart thundering in her chest as I slid behind her. A fragrant spike of need cut through the acrid scent of her fear, yet she made no move to step away.

Brave female.

I couldn't make her trust me, but I would give her pleasure.

Gently, I ran the tips of my fingers along her shoulders. The first touch lit my body with possessive need, and a growl slipped past my lips. Instead of recoiling from the sound, Brielle shivered and leaned into my touch.

My body hummed with the urge to claim her, but I held back. This moment required tact.

"Is there anything you dislike?" I whispered as my hand slid along her spine. "Anything you don't want us to do?"

Her breathing hitched. "I . . . I don't know."

I nodded at Korren and Ezra. They stepped forward, allowing Brielle to feel the warmth of their presence without crowding her.

"Have you ever touched yourself, Brielle?"

She shook her head.

"Words, Brielle. Use your words," I murmured. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." My thumb moved in slow circles on her hip, and I pressed her back to my chest. "We will never mock your needs or curiosities."

"I'm keen to do whatever you wish," Korren said, his voice like smoke.

Ezra hooked a long finger beneath her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. "Do you touch yourself?"

"No," she whispered.

"Do you know how to touch a male?" Ezra asked.

"No."

I nuzzled the skin behind her ear. "I'll show you."

Taking her hand in mine, I reached for Ezra and placed her palm on his chest. He let out a pleased rumble as I guided Brielle's fingers over his taut, sculpted stomach. Her chest heaved, and her breasts pulled at the wet, translucent fabric of her tunic.

"How does he feel?" I asked, moving our hands toward the base of his thick member.

"Smooth . . . hard," she breathed.

I curled her fingers around his length, squeezing until he groaned.

"Fuck," he grunted.

Korren must have noticed her sudden alarm when faced with Ezra's size. The man was gifted with a cock that put most of the shifters in our pack to shame. He was long and thick, his monstrous size proportional to his six-foot-five frame.

"Don't worry, love." Korren stroked her cheek affectionately. "You'll be thoroughly stretched before we let him inside you." She whimpered, and Korren replaced my hand with his. "That's it, love. Don't be afraid to squeeze. Our Erza likes a little pain."

I tugged her tunic over her head, briefly breaking her contact with Ezra.

"Goddess, you're a creation," Korren muttered as his eyes roved her bare flesh.

Ezra's growl intensified when I cradled her tits. The warm, soft mounds nearly spilled from my hands as I softly teased her nipples, testing her sensitivity.

She moaned, her thighs drenched with the potent caramel of her rapidly approaching heat.

My wolf pushed me to mark her, claim her, bite her perfect golden skin like the beast I was.

I stroked my tongue along her neck and growled. The scent of her arousal grew thicker.

"Shit . . . I . . . um," she breathed, stumbling over her words.

"Words, sweetling," I murmured, pressing my teeth to her throat.

"It . . . it h-hurts s-so bad," she panted. "Please . . . I need . . ."

"Shh." Ezra fisted his cock, giving himself a firm pump as he said, "Korren, help our mate relax. She's looking a bit flustered."

Brielle gasped as I lowered our bodies to the earth, placing her atop my lap. Her back was flush against my chest, and her legs fell open, revealing her core to my unit.

A pained, needy whimper poured from her throat as her skin scorched mine.

Korren kneeled between her legs, his eyes flashing from gold to blue as his wolf made himself known. His nostrils flared as he scented her, and he wet his lips.

He fixed his eyes on our mate. "Can I lick your pussy, love? Can I ease the ache?"

"Y-yes," she said, sighing as I tweaked and caressed her nipples.

Korren swiped the flat of his tongue over her pretty pussy, and her body jerked.

He moaned, insistent and eager, and clutched her thighs as he dined on our mate.

"How does that feel, sweetling? Does his tongue please you?" I ran my fingers through her hair, grabbing a handful and angling her face toward mine.

Brielle's eyes were molten, and her hips bucked against Korren's tongue as he teased her. "Mm . . . yes. It feels so good."

"Faster, Korren," Ezra ordered.

He obliged, plunging his long tongue into her center, and she screamed. I nipped at her lips, and she opened her mouth, accepting my offer. I took control, tasting and learning the rhythm of her kiss.

"Oh, Goddess . . . oh . . . oh." Her body shook, then tightened. Her claws pricked the back of my neck as she tipped over the edge with a scream.

Ezra fell to his knees at my side. "Look at me," he ordered. Brielle's gaze snapped to him, and he stroked her jaw with his knuckle. "I want to watch your beautiful face as Korren fucks you."

A peachy flush crept over Brielle's cheeks. Ezra's hand caged her throat, and she moaned.

I nipped at her ear, licking the sensitive flesh as Korren positioned himself between her legs.

"Ready, love?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she whimpered, never taking her eyes off Ezra.

"Good girl," he praised.

Korren thrust inside her with a grunt.

And fuck if I didn't feel it in my cock. Watching Ezra dominate our sweet mate was a sight straight out of my fantasies. Her body shook with every roll of Korren's hips. His pleasure ignited the bond, amplifying mine.

My fangs descended as the aching need to mark her overwhelmed me. I leaned over her and pierced her neck with my teeth, claiming her for our unit—for our wolves.

Brielle choked on a shout that faded into a moan, her body bucking beneath Korren.

Reluctantly, I released her throat, drunk on her taste. Erza guided her neck to the side and sank his teeth into a section of unmarked skin, a possessive rumble spilling from his chest.

"Oh . . . Goddess," Brielle mewled, her fingers curling in Ezra's dark hair as he lapped at our marks.

I rocked against her, grinding my hard cock between the round globes of her ass. Brielle's breathy pants became harsher, and she exploded around Korren.

"Fuck!" Korren shouted, pumping his load deep within her.

After one last thrust, Korren pulled out. Ezra placed a chaste, teasing kiss on Brielle's swollen lips before tugging her on top of him.

I moved between her legs, and Ezra gripped her thighs, opening her for me.

"Goddess, you have no idea how perfect you look with Korren's seed dripping out of you," I growled, pumping my cock to relieve some of the pressure.

She blushed, squirming beneath my scorching perusal.

My fingers dipped into her messy, dripping hole, and my wolf snarled as she pulsed around me.

I aligned my cock with her glistening center and slowly pushed inside.

Korren's mouth descended on her hardened nipple, and she whimpered as I bottomed out within her.

"Shit. Oh shit. Please, you have to move." Brielle jutted out her hips, writhing on my shaft and attempting to satisfy her need.

Mine, my wolf growled.

A wave of possessiveness crashed over me. My control snapped, and I hammered into her without coherent thought. I'd waited so long for her. For my mate. Nothing mattered apart from claiming her, filling her, burying myself deep within her until we were inseparable.

My claws dug into her hips as I lost myself to pleasure. Ezra's approving gaze met mine as he sunk a finger between Brielle's lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the digit, and my balls spasmed in response.

Fuck, I was close.

Lightning barreled down my spine. Brielle clamped down on me, strangling my cock, and my thrusts became chaotic, helpless jerks. "Heaven and hell!" I shouted, shooting thick ropes of cum into her as she soaked my dick with her release.

Carefully, I pulled out and positioned myself next to her pliant body.

Korren rolled her onto her back, and she looked up at us with hooded eyes.

"I think you're ready for Ezra now, love," Korren murmured. He nuzzled her neck, petting her sides with hypnotic, claiming motions.

Brielle glanced at Ezra, then lowered her eyes. His cock was hard enough to press against his lower abs, and she took a deep breath.

"I don't think it's going to fit," Brielle cautioned.

Ezra rubbed her thighs. "You were made to take my cock—and you will. Just not today." He firmly squeezed his dick. "We'll take it slow and let you get used to the girth."

"Don't worry, love. We'll help," Korren assured her, placing a kiss on her lips.

Ezra stroked the head of his member against her folds, using our cum as lubrication.

He pushed the tip of his dick into her entrance, and Brielle's hips rose at the intrusion. She panted, pressing her teeth into her bottom lip as Korren lavished her tits with his tongue.

"So . . . tight," Ezra grunted. "Take a deep breath. That's it. Let me in . . . oh fuck, just like that."

I crawled to her side, positioning myself by her hipbone, and dropped my mouth to her clit as Erza's cock reached the halfway point. I ate her pussy as I watched her stretch impossibly around his bulky, throbbing shaft.

Fuck, I was going to come again.

Ezra rocked his hips in a steady, easy rhythm, never pushing her to take more. His hand wrapped around the base of his length, rubbing and jerking while he fucked her.

The forest filled with the sounds of our claiming.

Heat built behind my ribs as a force plowed through me. It was so strong I thought the earth was rocking. The bond blazed like a dying star, and pain spiked through my skull until soft, comforting warmth enveloped the agony like a rising tide. I felt Brielle's soul thread its way into our bond, and in that moment, I knew we'd never be the same.