Chapter 47

Chapter Forty-Seven

Ada

I blink open my eyes—warm, safe, snuggled in my decadently layered nest. The shutters have been left open to my left, offering a view of a cloudless blue sky. The air is chill, but I am warm, squished between my mates.

Heaven.

Gray selected a collection of interlinked chambers for our quarters at the very top of the den, accessed via a long, winding corridor. I like that our suite is deep inside the pack territory. It feels safe and protected, but I also love the views from the shuttered stone window that look out across the valley and beyond.

The suite is surprisingly civilized for a shifter pack. The main room has a table and chairs, lamps, and beautifully stitched hide curtains at the entrance. Packs are sociable creatures, and we more often than not join others in the main cavern during downtime when patrols and hunts are done.

Being mated to a pack leader and a royal shifter who has already attracted visitors makes for a busy life, so I enjoy being in our quarters when I can have my mates all to myself.

Perhaps sensing my wakefulness, a big hand skims up my waist from behind to cup my breast, giving a rough squeeze.

I groan and the mate behind me, Callum, purrs.

Gray, whose chest my cheek rests upon, grunts. "Don't," he mutters sleepily, stilling Callum's hands.

"The fuck! Don't?" Callum grouches back. "Why not?"

Our rutting has gained an element of aggression of late—not in my mates, who are consistent in their enthusiasm, but in me.

I need to bite them and do so often, dissatisfied unless I have drawn blood.

I'm turning into a savage.

"You know why," Gray pitches back.

"I don't think it would hurt if I just went down on her for a bit…"

Yes, please.

"No," Gray says, using his stern voice, the one that sends a flood of arousal straight to my core, even though I don't like what he has to say.

I have discovered that Gray is a bossy male when it comes to tending to me. As much as Callum is the more powerful, he defers to Gray, begrudgingly, when it comes to my rutting.

I offer neither of them any concessions and, reaching down, close my fingers around Gray's cock and pump.

"Gods!" he grunts.

My hand is ripped from my prize, and I find myself sprawled on my back, with a menacing Gray braced over me, my wrists pinned to the furs above my head.

He is so handsome, with his bright blue eyes and tousled brown locks. His nose is a sharp line, and his jaw is dusted with a layer of scruff that gives him a regally barbaric look.

My legs open without shame, and I coo with delight as his cock snags the entrance to my pussy. He will rut me now for sure.

Callum snickers. He lies beside us with his head propped on his fist and a smirk on his lips. "You really showed her who's in charge with that move," he drawls.

"Whelp," Gray says, "I will bloody your damn coat." Then he heaves himself off the bed, leaving me aching… and pouting.

I turn to Callum, who only grins and rolls away before stalking toward the dresser. He rakes a hand through his shaggy ginger hair, setting all the glorious muscles in his arm and back flexing in the most arresting way. His skin has a permanent golden hue where his freckles have been kissed by the sun. My gaze lowers to admire his tight ass before he snatches on a pair of leather pants and, not bothering to fasten them, strides out of the room.

Gray is still standing at the bottom of the bed.

My core throbs with need and my legs part invitingly.

"No," he says, eyes narrowing. "We have done nothing but rut for days. You can have a little rest."

He shifts to wolf and pads closer. My breath hitches as he gets his snout right up against my core, rumbling his approval. He takes a single, long, agonizingly sweet lick of my wet pussy, and then bounds out of the room.

I groan and stare up at the ceiling in disgust. "My mates are evil. I shall not suck either of their cocks for a week as punishment."

I am lying to myself. If either of them were to put their hot male flesh anywhere near my mouth, I know I will fold.

Callum

I stalk down the corridors in a huff with Gray, but mostly with myself. I have not gotten very far when he catches up with me. Shifting from wolf to man, he takes me by the throat and slams me up against the wall.

I let him. I like his aggression, truth be told. My beast intimidates everyone except Gray, who is still prepared to put me in my place.

We have a game plan here. One I am supposed to be following. One I forgot about last eve when he returned to our quarters and found me balls deep and Ada coming all over my cock.

My dick hardens. It is always fucking hard. Gray is naked, and his cock is likewise hard and pressed up against mine, separated only by my leather pants. I feel this scenario ought to bother me more than it does.

"For fuck's sake. Stick to the plan, whelp, or we shall never get her there. This is her first time, and her body needs encouragement."

I take a deep breath. My cock is still throbbing against his. He has explained in detail how it is when an omega goes into heat… the kind of depraved things that can be done that she will crave and need.

"She will get all the orgasms her sweet body can endure once she goes into heat. Do not rut her. Be very careful how you touch her. She is so primed that if you even look at her the wrong way, she will likely go fucking off."

"Fine. I get it. I won't rut her. I will touch her carefully and only when I must." A sudden thought comes to mind. "Can she suck my cock? I am very fucking hard and cannot think straight in this condition."

He grins. "She may suck your cock. So long as her naughty fingers do not go anywhere near her pussy. She can have all the dick she wants so long as she does not get fucking off."

Ada

I laze in bed, playing absently between my still-spread legs, wishing Callum or Gray were touching me.

Huffing out a breath when I only make matters worse, I get out of bed.

I ache. I need dick.

Padding over to the window, I open the shutters wider and peer out at the forest, feeling disgruntled with my lot.

Fine, I am a little sore, but it is nothing sufficient to stop me. Surely I am the best judge of what I can and cannot take?

I am still staring out the window when I hear footsteps approach and spin around to see Callum stalking me down, his expression dark and brooding. He flashes between forms so fast I'd have missed it if I blinked. His pants flutter to the floor, and my eyes dart down to his cock, sticking straight up and oozing pre-cum. I gasp as he fists my hair and pushes me roughly to my knees.

"Suck," he commands, directing the weeping head of his cock at my lips.

A mini, and entirely unsatisfactory, climax, washes over me. I open dutifully to take the head into my mouth, groaning as the taste explodes across my tongue.

"Good girl," he says, plowing straight to the back of my throat. "Use your tongue how you know I like."

I gag.

He pulls out, only to slam back again.

My jaw aches, and my body lights up as he uses my mouth for his pleasure with barely tempered aggression.

I press my tongue into the underside, rewarded by the taste of pre-cum with every surge and retreat. My fingers skim down over my belly… it will not take much for me to…

His delicious flesh is snatched from my mouth. "What? Oh!"

Fist in my hair, he arches my neck painfully and in a way that only makes me moan.

"Fingers away from your pussy this instant, or you will not get any more of my dick."

I snatch my hand away and pop my mouth open, ready to receive.

He pushes three fingers into my mouth, making me gag. "I am not sure if you are worthy. You have been very naughty, touching yourself without my permission."

Instinctively I suck, using my eyes to plead with him, to tell him that I am good. I clasp my hands together at my lower back, lest I be tempted to risk his wrath again.

He pumps his fingers slowly while I suck, lick, and salivate all over them. "Maybe I will come over your tits instead," he taunts. "I am very close. It would not take much."

Just when I fear he might do as much, he takes his fingers out and fills my willing mouth full of cock.

He groans, and his cum floods my mouth. I gulp greedily, not even caring that I can barely breathe.

I am far from done when he slips from my lips. I stare hungrily at the firm flesh that has been taken away.

He leans down and plants his mouth over mine, kissing me until I am a limp puddle of need and panting for him to claim me.

Then he leans up and taps my cheek affectionately. "Thank you, lass. I better get on."

Turning, he snatches up his pants and, for the second time this morning, leaves me hanging.

I am in a bad mood and must force myself not to linger on how disgruntled I am. Callum is normally very generous in pleasuring me. I should not feel so bad that he has done this once. I dare say he is very busy. A few of the Canis pack have caused trouble at our borders, and although Gray is not concerned, nor does he believe they pose a threat to the pack, he is very much out for their blood, and there are regular patrols.

I wash up and get dressed, and I am about to seek out Lizbeth when a naked Gray strides into the room.

"I need you," he growls.

Finally! The dress I have only just put on is torn over my head and lands in a pool on the floor.

He is on me a beat later, tossing me in the center of the bed, where he spreads my legs and puts his lips on me… gently.

I fist his hair and lift my hips, trying to put his mouth where I need it most.

He growls, pins me still, and commences a torment that has me teetering on the brink of madness.

"Oh, please put your cock in me, I beg you!"

"Naughty, lass," he chides, leaning up and licking his lips like he is savoring my taste. He leans over me, planting one hand beside my face.

His fingers make sticky noises as he handles his cock, and I glance down, wondering what he is waiting for. I am wet and ready. My legs are stretched wide to accommodate his spread knees. His cock brushes against my pussy, the fat head turning a deep purple color under his rough treatment. "We both know you need a little rest. If you are good for me. I can at least give you my cum."

I'm not sure exactly what this means, but I convince myself he intends to put it in me slowly, and I'm sure even that would be enough to make me come.

"Please, anything," I beg.

His growl is long and drawn out and is followed by the first hot splash of the seed against my throbbing core.

I stare down, panting, confused and insensible with my unmet needs… outraged that he is wasting it. "Oh. I could have at least sucked it if I had known."

He bestows me a lazy smirk as he finally stops pumping. "Lie very still, lass."

He leans back a little, carefully parts my pussy lips with his finger and thumb, and, using the middle two fingers of his other hand, scoops up his cum and pushes it inside.

I moan, my hips moving of their own volition. He is so damn gentle about it that I want to scream. "I am not sore. I cannot think why you would presume so!"

"I will be the judge of that. Now, be good while I carefully work this into you. It will help to calm you. There, does that feel better?"

"It does not feel better," I say piteously, flinging one arm across my eyes as he pumps those two woefully inadequate fingers inside with infuriating slowness. It does not make me calm, either. If anything, it is having the exact opposite effect!

"Are you sure?" he asks—I swear his tone carries fake confusion, but I am presently too befuddled to be sure. "Maybe you need some elsewhere, hmm?"

I only realize his intentions when he presses a slicked-up finger into my ass and begins to tease me there.

I am on fire—my whole body trembles with need. My nipples are hard and painfully peaked. My clit is a throbbing bud, distended to the point of pain. The entire area between my thighs feels swollen and hot. Even my ass is tingling with need.

How is it possible to be so close yet not come?

I beg and plead.

He continues his gentle torment.

Then he selects a thick pelt, covers me up, and orders me, "Take a nap, Ada. If you can be good and do this for me, then maybe when I return, I will consider getting you off."

I throw the pelt at him.

His laughter follows him out of the room.

I am restless. Nothing helps. Everything makes it worse.

I kick the covers aside. The shutter is still open, and earlier, the breeze felt cool. Now, it barely offers respite to my heated skin. I feel a little lightheaded—not entirely myself.

I frown as butterflies take off in the pit of my stomach, along with a prickling awareness that something is wrong.

I swallow… It can't be, can it?

What if I go into heat and my mates are not here?

I slip on my hide dress and pad through to the main living chamber. Then, pushing aside the heavy drapes across the entrance, I step into the corridor, more convinced with every passing moment that something is wrong and I need my mates.

Here I stop.

Something draws my focus to the right. The passage leads deeper into the pack. I've had no reason to go that way. It is darker, and my vision is not as good as that of a shifter.

I still go that way, following my instincts. It's not like I can get lost. It is a straight corridor, and I can always turn around if needed. Only, it is getting darker, and I am soon feeling my way along the wall.

Two young shifter girls giggle as they pass me.

I glance over my shoulder at them. Why do I feel like they were laughing at me? Maybe they think I am an idiot human down here where I cannot even see.

I turn back… and collide with a wall of firm male flesh.

Hands shoot out to steady me.

"What are you doing down here, lass?" Callum asks.

I try to jerk out of his hold. His arm snakes out and clamps me against his body.

"I just fancied a little walk," I say, as casually as I can muster. Being against him, with his scent all up in my nose, it is all I can do not to rub up against him until I can finally get relief.

Also, I am cross with him… and wanted to speak to him about something that now eludes me.

He makes a scoffing noise.

But I am too busy pressing my nose against his delightfully naked chest. My fingers butt up against the waist of his leather pants. Disappointment blooms when he snatches my fingers away.

I nip the flesh of his chest between my teeth.

He grunts.

Footsteps are approaching.

"What the fuck is she doing down here?" Gray demands.

My shivers sit at odds with my burning hot skin.

"I think she was snooping," Callum says.

I can feel his heart beating steadily, and I rise onto my tiptoes, seeking new flesh to taste.

"I wasn't," I mumble against his skin.

Gray runs his fingertips down the middle of my back to my ass. He pats it. "She knows. Just as we know. Maybe she has been gossiping with one of the lasses."

"She drew blood yesterday," Callum says, a note of pride in his voice.

"Damn whelp," Gray growls, his fingers dipping under the hem of my dress and petting my ass cheek. "You are always presuming you get more than you do."

"It was right here, against my throat," Callum says, sounding grouchy now.

"There is not even a hint of blood," Gray replies, his fingers sliding back and forth under the swell of my ass, tickling, making me hold my breath for him to move somewhere better.

"I am a fucking shifter now," Callum says. "Of course, there is no blood. I shifted when I went out on patrol."

"I would not have shifted if she had drawn blood," Gray says, his fingers hovering over my ass, so close to where I need it most. "I do not believe you."

"Will you please stop arguing? What are you hiding?" I demand, trying to push my ass back toward his fingertips.

Gray takes his hand away and steps right up to me, squishing me against Callum and making all the air leave my lungs in a sudden whoosh. His lips lower to my shoulder, skipping over my dress until he nuzzles and nips the crook of my shoulder and throat.

Heat pools in my lower belly.

"She is so fucking close," Callum says, his fingers tipping my chin, forcing our eyes to meet in the gloom as Gray continues to kiss me. "My beast is near insensible. Her scent has changed… She is fertile… Ready to breed."

My nostrils flare, and my pussy clenches savagely, pushing out a gush of slick that I feel trickling down the tops of my thighs.

"I think we should call it," Gray says.

"No," Callum replies, and even though it is dark, I hear the smirk in his voice. "They will figure out where we are… eventually."

Gray's chuckle is low and husky. He nuzzles behind my ear, making me hot and squirmy in the best way, and then lifts his head. "Good idea."

Callum suddenly steps back, ducks his head to put his shoulder to my belly, and, planting his arm around my thighs, hauls me up and over.

"Uff!" All the air leaves me in a rush as I dangle.

Pivoting, he strides off down the corridor. Not toward our room as I imagine he might. No, he continues on the other way.

I peer back. A shaft of light spills in from an open side door, illuminating a grinning Gray who follows us. My eyes immediately lower to where his cock strains against his hide pants.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Callum says, swatting my ass.

A single, alarming thought penetrates my floaty mind.

No.

They cannot mean to…

Can they?

Gray has made no further mention of a public claiming ceremony, nor has anyone else. I even asked Lizbeth about it, but she only laughed and said, "Oh, we don't do that anymore."

I believed her at the time.

I do not believe her anymore.