Chapter 103

Creed

Gods, I'd waited my whole life for this moment and still it didn't feel real.

Jess emerged from her dress like a goddess might the foam of the sea, her radiance temporarily blinding me. It didn't matter because my other senses were working overtime, bringing me her scent, the feel of her ankles under my claws, the sound of satin slipping free of her skin. Then she had to turn her head towards me and say those words.

"Then make me yours, Master Creed."

I knew she called me that as a nod to the way she had referred to me when we met, but the title didn't fit. I felt like master of nothing, subject in all ways to her. That didn't stop my claws from reaching for her, my muscles tensing as I watched the sharp points dimple her skin. I willed them away with a promise to the wolf that I could do this. For the both of us, I would claim Jessalyn, starting with her mouth.

The way she sucked in a breath, her whole body melting against me when I kissed her. My arm shot out, ready to take over holding her up. It didn't take much to haul her closer, fitting her body against mine.

Her hot, wet little cunt. I felt it kiss the length of my cock, cum spilling helplessly out of me at that touch. The need to pin her down rode me hard, for my hand on the back of her neck forcing her to submit as I took her , but that wouldn't happen now. When her heat came, when she was begging for everything I could give her, I'd do just that, but this moment was for the man, not the wolf. He pressed kisses into her neck, trying to memorise the feel of it, so when I walked free of this tent, I'd feel that satin against them every time I spoke.

"Jess…"

I whispered her name as my lips dropped lower, down to breasts that seemed to rise up, ready for my touch. My tongue flicked over one swollen nipple to the sound of her hiss, then the others. The wolf wanted out. In the halfway form between man and wolf, our tongue was longer, more mobile and he knew what that would do to her. Make her feel every swipe through her whole body, but I pushed him back. Not here, not now. My mouth closed over one tight point and sucked it in, allowing me to feel Jess writhing against me at the stimulation. That was it, that was what I needed. Her fingers in my hair, not letting me pull away for a second. And when she was sure I would obey her, she slid her hands across my shoulders, my arms, as if she were learning the shape of me, before she scraped the nails of one hand against my nipple.

I didn't need any further stimulation. The edge I was riding threatened to collapse at any point, throwing me into a pit of pure bliss. Not until I was inside her, I told my body over and over. I needed the velvety hot clasp of her around my cock, my body delving deeper until there was no more territory to claim, then she'd be all mine. I tugged her wrists free, drawing them up over her head, then pulled away to growl at Silas.

"Got it," he said, rising like a shadow behind her shoulder. His gaze strayed, taking in every movement of Jessalyn's body as he stretched her arms out, pulling her taut between the two of us. "You need to be a good girl for Creed. If he's anything like me, he can't take your touch. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes heavily lidded as she searched his face before nodding. He kissed her once, unable to stop himself—a lack of restraint I was well familiar with. I felt like I was gorging myself on her perfect little breasts, the sounds of her muffled cries urging me on. One nipple, then the other. I couldn't bear for one to be neglected and that's when Roan moved forward.

"Oh!"

Her gasp filled the whole tent, and I growled around my mouthful of her, lest anyone come near to listen. Jess' cry came in response to Roan claiming her other breast, the two of us working together to push her arousal higher. The sweet scent of flowers filled the tent, along with the saltier scent of her, until I was forced to pull away and seek its source.

"Well, look at you…"

Arik didn't talk to me, but Jessalyn and as I slid down her body, I saw why. Held fast and kissed senseless by Silas, while Roan kissed and sucked one breast, his fingers plucking the other. She was stretched out tight between us, but our circle wasn't complete. The commander wanted to make sure we were doing the right thing at all times, but the alpha… He had to know what this was, what we were to each other. How things would go from now on. His fingers twitched, right before he slid them down the white plain of her stomach, tracing small circles there, before twisting his wrist to skim his knuckles against it.

"They had no idea what they were raising, those royal parents of yours," Arik said. "In some ways I've come to appreciate the veil, the strictures. I'd never deny a woman her pleasure and the right to seek it wherever she might find it, but…" His brow creased right as I pressed a kiss to the hard swell of her hip bone. "There is something very dark, very selfish that glories in the fact you've only experienced this at our hands."

Roan pulled his fingers free, but Arik was there to replace them. He rubbed his thumb over the nub of her nipple until the skin around it began to wrinkle, then pinched down cruelly. A growl built in my throat, ready to stop him in his tracks when her whole body stiffened, but that little whine that escaped her lips? It echoed the sound of my own need.

"I tried to warn you, tried to stop this from happening, but you persisted on stumbling on where angels fear to tread. We are not good men, that you already know, so in taking us as yours this becomes your burden. Every pleasure, every pain…" Her hips jerked as he pinched down tighter, worrying the nipple between his fingertips, but her thighs spread wider, allowing me to see the silvery sheen of her arousal. "Every response you have is ours. Say it."

She pulled away from Silas, her brows creasing in confusion, but before she could give voice to that, my tongue slid between her folds. Salty, sweet, her taste burst on my tongue, making clear I would crave it above all other things for the rest of my day.

"Say it," he insisted.

"What do you…?" Her voice trailed away as the tip of my tongue found the tip of her pearl. The elders had been meticulous in teaching us its location and purpose. As it was the primary source of Jess' pleasure, I intended to lavish all of my attention upon it. "Oh!" Her hands slapped down on my head, making it clear I needed to keep doing exactly this. "Oh, I…"

"Creed licking your pearl with his tongue, is he?" Arik shot me a sidelong look. "Glad to see I don't need to teach him that, but it's not always going to be like this. Creed is the sweet one, but the rest of us…" Silas' hand slid down to collar her throat. I watched him thumb her pulse point as her hips rose up off the bedroll. My claws pricked at her skin, not about to let her get away. "We're not so nice and if you let Creed claim you, then you are letting us claim you too. If we were all wolf shifters, we'd take turns, rutting you into this bedroll as you screamed out your pleasure, then sinking our fangs into your skin, but my teeth are far too blunt." His lips peeled back to reveal them. "We'll have to settle for marking you in other ways."

Arik turned then, shooting me a steady look before sitting down beside me. He watched me lick and suck at Jessalyn's pearl then slid his hand down her thigh. Initially it was as if he couldn't stop touching that feather smooth skin. He continually rubbed that place before his hands moved. I could feel them brush against me, right as he found the core of her.

"Making you feel us right up here…"

Her breath came out in a slow shudder, her eyes wide as she stared into Silas' gaze.

"You'll feel us long after, right up inside you, because we'll leave a mark," my brother, the Raven's son, explained. "Just as you left one on me. Every time you move, every time you curtsey so prettily, you'll feel the ache left from where we are. You'll come to crave it I'm sure, needing that ache to be soothed, your cunt to be filled repeatedly, and while you walk around with your ladies-in-waiting or sit on the throne beside Arik, I'll know that's what you're feeling."

"Too late…" She ground that out right as she pressed my face deeper inside her, Arik's fingers pushing in behind me. "I already do."

Gods, yes, this. The need to rut my mate made my nuts boil, my knot hurt so damn much, but I persisted. Her before me, always. I followed every thrust of her hips, meeting every one of my licks and Arik's strokes. My fangs felt swollen in my gums, the need to snap down around her pearl and mark her in her most intimate place pushing hard, but I was in control. No pain for my girl, that was what I promised and so I delivered. My tongue flickered faster, creating a tension that thrummed inside her. Her whole body vibrated with it, right before this.

"Oh! Oh gods, Creed!"

From this angle, I felt every one of the waves of pleasure as they hit her body. They had her gasping out something guttural with each pulse.

"There's a good girl…" Silas crooned. "Coming all over Creed's face." His hand smoothed down her neck, past her breasts and then pressed down on her stomach. "But it's not enough, is it?"

"No…!"

The response was torn from Jessalyn, forcing her to tear away from Roan and Silas and rise up in front of me. Arik pulled his fingers free, licking them like a cat before smiling down at the two of us.

"Claim her, brother. Bite deep into all of that pretty white flesh because you need to claim her for all of us. Make clear who she belongs to, so as to warn off anyone who'd even dare look sideways at our mate."

I let out a growl at that idea, but before I could move, she threw herself at me, climbing onto my lap, my vision starting to go white as her hand curled around my knot. One squeeze and I was hers, wholly and solely, pulling her close and sobbing into her shoulder right before she rose up.

And plunged down.

The wolf and I were in perfect accord. There was no place on earth we'd rather be. I held her tightly against me, not able to allow even a tiny crack of air between our bodies. She was mine, I cried as our hips moved. Pulling out of her was agony, but it made everything all the sweeter once we slammed back together.

"Mine…" I whispered against her lips, the two of us unable to muster the focus to kiss now. "Mine… Mine!"

Our eyes snapped open as I thrust as deep as I dared, my knot grinding against her entrance.

"Yours…" she agreed, slamming her mouth down on mine.