Episode Seventeen Bliss

M irron

I fell out of a tall tree once. The fall seemed to take long minutes, and during my travels from the branch to the ground, my stomach swooped and my heart tightened. I'm feeling that same disorientation now, only more intensely.

Without warning, Deklan bites my shoulder to give me a mate mark. I marked him two years ago, and he wears his with pride. Him marking me is… surprising. And it hurts. But it soothes my aching spirit in a way nothing else could. He's staking his claim, proclaiming in a primitive and indelible way that we belong together.

I don't know why he's never marked me in all these turns of the seasons. Mayhap he waited for me to ask, only I was too dense to do it. He's not waiting for permission now. No. He took what he wanted.

It's a magical feeling that tightens our connection, physically tying us together even more deeply than we have been. I didn't think I could love him more, but this mark allows me to open my heart to him even more fully.

A thought crashes through my brain that I could die happy right now. Our love for each other is so deep and so wide.

"I cherish you," he growls, his voice choked with emotion.

He leaps to his feet in a lithe movement, reaches for my hand, and yanks my big body up.

"Fuck me," he orders as he pulls me inside our cave.

By the time we reach our bed, he's pulled off his tunic and leggings. As I strip, he positions himself on all fours and looks at me over his shoulder.

My cock stiffened the moment he pounced on me outside. It was hard as stone when he clamped his teeth on my thick neck, and harder than it has ever been when he marked me. Now, as he looks at me over his shoulder, I shudder with need.

This pose is my mate at his most wolven, most feral. The look in his blue eyes is a potent combination of danger and lust. He's a virile male in his own right. In a different pack, without a male like me, he'd be the alpha. That this powerful male has chosen me as his mate, that he chooses to present for me, makes me feel like the luckiest male on the planet.

How could I not want to fuck him so hard he howls in pleasure all night long?

Luka and the female ran in from outside, holding hands. She's facing my mate. The two of them are a mirror image of Deklan and me, only somehow the opposite.

Where Dek is a huge, muscled male, she's soft and tiny. Where he is black and furred, she's naked and white as freya flowers. Where he's death waiting to happen with his fangs and powerful jaws, she's as defenseless as a newborn kit.

Yet she's facing him, her head a foot shorter than his, but in the same position—all fours, her ass aimed at the male about to take her.

My cock twitches at the sight.

Wordlessly, as if we'd arranged it beforehand, Luka and I move in sync as we approach our mates from behind and tuck ourselves against their backs.

Luka and the female are no longer something I want to watch. I want to focus on this male who just reassured me in the most powerful, primitive way that however our pack dynamic is changing, his love for me will never falter.

"I love you more than ever," I husk into his perked canine ear.

"Good. Shove your cock in me, mate."

I paint his waiting hole with my pre-cum, then give him what we've both been waiting for as I slide in on a growl of pleasure, loving it when his groan twines with mine in the quiet night air.

"I'm going to take what's mine," I murmur into his ear as my minotaur nature barges to the fore. "I'm going to own you."

"As you always have, my love."

That swoopy feeling swirls in my guts, making everything more intense as I fuck my mate.

Now is not the time for pounding, like we sometimes enjoy. This moment demands long, slow slides as I remind us both that I own him. He whimpers low from the back of his throat each time I hit bottom and slap against his ass.

I nip his neck, which reminds me of what he did to my own neck and shoulder outside. It makes me love him even more.

My eyes flick to Luka and Alliana. He's still mirroring me. It's astonishingly erotic. Every one of his thrusts is in time with mine. Our pelvises and balls slapping against our mates snap at the same time, a sensual symphony.

I almost don't notice it, but as Luka and I pound our mates, they inch closer to each other. It seems the most natural thing in the world when they look at each other, their affection for each other shining in their eyes.

The next step seems obvious and unavoidable as they reach forward to kiss.

I examine my emotions, searching for pain, for jealousy, but it's not there. Nor can I dredge it up. I simply watch in excited fascination as the prize and my mate share their affection even as Luka and I pleasure them from behind.

Alliana's pale blue eyes shutter closed as Luka brings her to the edge. I don't need to lean forward to inspect Deklan's face. I can tell by the deeper timbre of his grunts and the way he presses back with each of my thrusts that he's getting close.

The prize comes first. It begins with a shocked gasp as her eyes flash open. Then she moans so deep and low, the sound is startling coming from such a tiny female.

"Luka! Oh!" she says as she leans down, forgetting her kiss with Dek as her forehead hits the furs. She's given herself over to her pleasure, grunting and groaning and keening her bliss.

I've never seen Luka's orgasm face before, but there's no mistaking the moment his release triggers and he shoots his seed into our female.

Dek is next as he gives two quick barks, then howls as his release sprays into the furs just as I let myself go inside his hot, tight ass.

A moment later, we're all in a heap on the furs, me curled around Dek's back, Luka tucked behind our prize, four sated smiles on four tired faces.

Alliana

Bliss, such bliss. I crawl on all fours to nestle next to Dek, to breathe his air, to be close enough to palm his face. When Luka doesn't immediately follow me, I reach back, my hand clasping the first thing it lands on—his furred thigh—and tug him closer.

Now the four of us are in a pile. I feel the brothers' warmth seeping into me. Dek's not asleep. I know this because he's nuzzling his soft-as-velvet cheek into my palm, but his eyes are shuttered. By the look of happy relaxation on his face, it seems he's hanging onto the remnants of the physical bliss Mirron gave him.

I sigh in pleasure as my mind flicks back as far as I can remember. I've never felt good during sex. No one gave any thought to my pleasure, not like Luka just did as he flicked my clit with his tail while he thrust into me, all the while purring and whispering sexy, dirty words in my ear.

Maybe better than the physical pleasure of a moment ago is the absolute safety I feel in this pile, in these males' arms.

What would it be like, I wonder sleepily, to have this bliss forever?