Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

I was so exhausted and miserable the last time I was at the brothers’ house, I barely got a look around. This time, though, I can take in what a marvelous place it is.

“This is amazing,” I say, spinning around to take in the high, dirt-packed walls, the cozy lamp lighting, the wide open living room big enough for, well, four full-grown werewolves, with plenty left over.

“We built it ourselves,” Quinn says, chest puffing out. “Took us a few years to carve it all.”

I can’t believe they did this on their own.

Jace grins. “And the great thing about it is we can, uh, expand it as much as we want.”

The brothers all exchange looks I don’t understand.

Eli grabs my hand and leads me to the hallway branching off the main room. Curious what he has to show me next, I trail after him while Jace, Quinn and Leon follow behind us.

“Then, down here,” Eli says, “is where we really live.”

The hallway is tall but fairly narrow, and high sconces cast a dim orange light. It’s so cozy, like a hobbit’s house.

The first room I’m shown belongs to Jace. A low, wide bed is covered in music magazines, and three different guitars hang on the wall. He doesn’t seem ashamed of how messy it is.

“You can play?” I ask, tucking my hands behind my back as I examine the guitar.

Jace shrugs shyly. “A little. I need to practice more.”

“I’d love to hear you sometime.”

This lights Jace up all over. He pulls down the bill of his cap, flushing.

“Any time you want,” he answers.

Across the hall is Quinn, who has walls papered over with posters. There’s stuff everywhere . I’m kind of impressed at how much he managed to fit into this one room.

“Why do you have a poster of Gordon Ramsey?” I ask, tilting my head as I stand in front of it.

“He’s an amazing chef,” Quinn says, as if this is an obvious reason to have a big framed picture of Gordon Ramsey in your bedroom glaring down at you. “It’s inspiring! I want to impress him.”

“Quinn’s the best cook of the house,” Leon says with a chuckle. “So clearly that poster is working.”

We continue on down the hall and this time, Eli leads me into his room. It’s the darkest, with very little decoration. His blankets and pillows are all deep, muted gray, and it’s clean and neat—though that’s probably easy when you’re a minimalist to this extent.

“You don’t have much stuff,” I say as we stand in the doorway.

Eli shrugs. “Don’t need stuff.” He loops an arm around my back and ushers me inside. “Stay here? I have something for you.”

Curious, I wait patiently as he opens the bottom drawer of his dresser and rifles through clothes, all neatly folded, looking for something. Then he pauses, and pulls out a small, leather-bound notebook. He returns to me while the other three brothers wait in the doorway, knowing looks on their smug faces.

“Tiff.” Eli stops in front of me, then takes my hand in his and presses the book into my palm. “Once upon a time I wrote down what I wanted in my someday-mate, what I dreamed of having.”

I wonder what’s in here that means so much to him. I take the book and open it to the first page. There’s a dedication written there.

To the one who will have my soul forever.

Already my heart is thudding hard in my chest as I flip to the next page. Written on it is a poem, clearly crafted by a much younger Eli.

I hope that whoever you are, you know what my family means to me.

I hope that whoever you are, you can love me past my mistakes.

I hope that whoever you are, you shine like the sun on a rainy day.

I know that whoever you are, I will be by your side until I die .

It’s so sweet that tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. I throw my arms around Eli, holding the notebook firmly, and kiss his cheek. He’s stiff with his surprise until he relaxes into me and hugs me back.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice shaky. He nuzzles me with his nose, breathing me in. “I want to be all of this for you.”

“You are,” he says, wrapping my hands around the notebook and pressing it firmly into my chest. “You don’t even have to try.”

Eli’s still holding my hand tight in his as we continue the tour. The hall is long, as if there are more doors missing, rooms that will someday be built. Then we stop at one final door.

“And this is me,” Leon says, tapping it. The others stand back as he pushes it open, and I step inside.

This is where I slept the other night, when the brothers brought me home with them. It’s bigger than the other rooms, and his bed is massive. It takes up a good chunk of the room, leaving space only for a pair of overstuffed chairs and a dresser. A high skylight brings in fresh sunlight, which is fading with the afternoon. They’ve truly created something remarkable here.

Leon’s eyes are on me while I take it all in. Then I turn to him, and he stoops down to kiss me. Holding me tight, he lifts me up off the ground, and instinctually, my legs wrap around his hips. He groans into my mouth, and I feel his sharp canines brush against my tongue.

“Tiff,” he says in a husky voice. “I hope you know what’s coming tonight.”

Hands trail over my ass, and I find Jace behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder as Leon peppers kisses across my face.

“My blood is burning for you,” Jace murmurs to me, nipping the shell of my ear. “I need you.”

Together, Jace and Leon set me down on the bed. Quinn is hastily taking off his clothes, and I’m surprised to find he’s already quite hard. He grins widely at me, his mouth shifting and contorting as he starts to change. The snout comes first, and then the ears, as his body grows bigger and bigger. His tail makes a sloop! sound as it emerges, and Quinn lets out a little moan as his hands become paws and his nails grow into claws.

“Does it hurt?” I ask him, suddenly worried. I’ve never even asked before.

Quinn shakes his head. “No. It’s just…” He reaches down with one paw and grasps his thick, shining cock. There’s already pre-cum dribbling from the tip, and he drags it along the shaft. “I really, really want to fuck you. And I’m working very hard right now not to tackle you to that bed.”

Leon holds up a hand to Quinn. “Stay there,” he says in that booming voice, the one that no one can resist. Quinn freezes in place. “It’s been too long. I will take her first.”

The others all reluctantly nod, and between my legs, my pussy pulses.

Leon stands in front of me, then places one knee on the bed and leans forward until his face is inches from mine.

“Tiff,” he murmurs, raising his palm to my cheek. He strokes it, slowly and gently, even though I can tell by the fire in his eyes that he wants much more than that. “Every instinct in my body is telling me to claim you right now, for us. Regardless of what’s happening out there in the world.”

Now that all of us are here together, I want that, too. Instead of answering, I peel up my shirt by the hem, then toss it to the side. Leon groans as he takes in the sight of my tits, pressed together by my bra.

Eli climbs onto the bed, and makes his way behind me, until he’s kneeling at my back. He unclips the bra, and I let it fall from my shoulders, then he flicks it away. While Leon stares at me, his mouth open, Eli reaches under my arms to cradle each of my breasts in his hands. A groan trickles out of him.

“Damn,” he murmurs into my ear, rolling my nipples in his fingers until they’re taut and hard as beads. “I can’t wait to fuck a pup into you someday, and watch these get even bigger.”

The dirty talk takes me by surprise, but then again, I’m also not surprised to hear it from Eli. I could tell by the very first poem I read that having a family means everything to him. And it’s like Leon said—it’s in their very nature. If I’m really their mate, like they say I am, then all of them will want to have kids in the future.

I wonder how that works.

Eli nibbles on my earlobe, cradling me to his chest, while Leon leans down to unzip my skirt and pull it off, followed by my underwear. Quinn is watching from behind him, stroking his extra-large werewolf cock. Jace simply has his arms crossed, a grin playing at the side of his mouth.

Leon surveys me up and down. “Now, spread your legs.”

My body listens before my mind even considers the words, and my thighs open wide. He nods in approval, then kisses his way down from my sternum to my pelvis, where he pauses at my bush and hums. His long tongue darts out, and he swipes it eagerly over my pussy, from slit to clit. Leon’s whole body shivers.

“Damn,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “I almost forgot how fucking good you taste.”

From somewhere behind him, Quinn whines.

“You’ll get your turn,” Leon says over his shoulder.

Unperturbed, he dives back into my pussy, thrusting his tongue inside me, then lapping at my clit again. He torments it greedily, sucking on it and flicking it, circling it and then smothering it, until I’m moaning and writhing with my head in Eli’s lap. He pets my hair as I come apart in his arms, and Leon wrings my orgasm from me like a wet rag. I’m lying there panting, my body limp, when Leon’s voice echoes through the room.

“Get in my lap, love,” he says, those blue eyes focused steadily on me.

As if of its own accord, my body listens, and Leon folds his legs in front of him. I bracket his hips with my thighs, his cock now squeezed between us. A groan falls from his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmurs, curling his hands under my ass. I flex my thighs so I’m above him, and he’s positioned right underneath me, right where he needs to be—because I can’t wait, either. I want to be joined with him again, to show him how good I am, how safe he makes me feel.

“Leon.” I lower myself ever so slightly, so only the soft, wide head of his cock is touching me.

He smiles back at me, and even though he’s trembling with his need, he’s gentle as he cups the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair.

“I’m so glad you jogged by that day,” he says, so softly only I can hear him.

“So am I. Even if you weirdos howled at me.”

My arms embrace his neck as I sink a little lower, so he’s wedged between my soft folds, almost inside me. Leon groans as I finally welcome him, my wet channel eagerly sucking in his head, and then his shaft. I hover there, our bodies only partially connected, as he cradles my cheeks in his hands, then kisses me. It’s a soft, slow kiss, full of so many unnamed things. I forget about everything else in the world besides Leon’s mouth, and how beloved it makes me feel.

I slide down on his lap and take the rest of him into my body. We both moan at the same time, finally united. Where his hands were, there are now claws poking into my flesh, holding me as close to his body as I possibly can be. They trail up and down my back as Leon kisses down my neck. Once again, I sit up high, and with him holding me stable, I sink back down, moaning Leon’s name into his shoulder.

Behind me, I sense Eli crawl closer, as if I have an antenna tuned in to each one of them. As I rise and fall on Leon’s lap, gasps and moans tumbling from my lips as he finds his marvelous place inside me, Eli maps out my spine with the pads of his fingers. He leans forward until he’s breathing against my ear, and holds each of my ass cheeks, lending his strength to me as I take Leon harder and faster.

“Tiff?” he murmurs to me, tracing his hand around to the tight hole between my cheeks. “Let me touch you here?”

“Y-yes,” I manage, and Eli looks pleased. He spits on his fingers, then brings them down to my tiny, puckered ass. Methodically, he teases it outside until he can fit one finger in, and the bliss that sweeps over me threatens to overwhelm all my senses. With Leon filling me full, Eli’s hand is almost too much.

“I can’t wait until I can fit here,” he murmurs to me, dragging it around in circles, pumping in and out with the rhythm of Leon’s thrusts. I gasp in surprise. He wants to put his cock there ? “What do you think, Leon? Two of us inside her at the same time?”

“She’ll be so tight,” Leon grunts, and in response, he slams me down surprisingly hard on his cock. I whine as Eli pumps his finger faster, and then joins it with a second one, stretching me wider. It burns at the same time that it sends shockwaves of pleasure all the way to my toes.

“Yes,” Leon grunts, gripping my hips to help me as my thighs grow tired. “Come around me, Tiff. Drink me up. Swallow me.”

I can’t help it. Eli’s hand and Leon’s incredible cock together finally break me, and my body clamps down tight around both of them as I cry out. Underneath me, Leon is fucking me harder, moaning my name. Then he growls, an animal sound, and jams himself deep. That knot of his presses eagerly at my opening, but I’m drawn too tight to take it. He tangles his hands in my hair and kisses me hard, pouring everything into his mouth and lips and tongue.

I can feel when Leon comes because he goes rigid against me. He pumps once more before coming to a rest, panting. Then he pulls me against him, embracing me tightly and burying his nose in my hair.

“What a good girl you are,” he whispers as he clutches me close. “Coming all over my cock like that. My sweet mate.”