Chapter 15 - Freya

Chapter 15

Freya

By the time I woke up from my nap, the guys were already tearing into the venison.

It was Heath who first noticed I was awake, and he brought me over a pile of venison and an arrangement of chips and orange slices on one of the enemy wolves' plates. He smiled shyly at me, totally unlike the Heath I was used to. Somehow he always managed to surprise me. While Flint and Rowan continued their quiet conversation on the other side of the fire, Heath joined me.

"We didn't want to wake you up if we didn't have to."

"I'm surprised to see Rowan still in his human form."

Heath glanced over at our other two packmates. "His wolf probably wouldn't eat the ‘burnt' meat," he joked.

I laughed, and Heath's eyes devoured me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

"I've been thinking…" he started.

My chewing slowed as I prepared for whatever he was about to say. With Heath, it could be anything.

"Since you don't know the true date… Was there a particular day you celebrated as your birthday?" he asked.

I snorted. "As the lowest in the pack? There were no celebrations for me or Willow or any of the other lowly wolves in Ironwood."

I'd come to Ironwood as a child, a refugee that just happened to end up there, or so I'd thought. I had no recollection of anything before Ironwood, and as a result, I didn't know my true birthday. For all I knew, it had already passed, and I had no hope of ever turning into a wolf, no matter what Hugo or Brielle or anyone else thought.

Heath winced. "Right."

I reached out a hand, lacing my fingers with his even as I stuffed my face with chips. After swallowing, I wondered, "Why do you ask?"

"Well…" he looked down at his own plate, then at me out of the corner of his eye. "It sounds like we could celebrate any day as your birthday." His dark caramel eyes were calculating as they met mine. "Like today, for instance."

"Oh?" I asked playful, poking his sling bag, which sat not far away. "Did you pack a cake in there, too?"

He laughed, a deep hearty laugh that brought joy to my heart. It was good to see Heath happy after all we'd been through. That thought sobered me.

"How are you feeling?" I scanned him up and down, but now that he was wearing clothes, it was a bit harder to see the bruises and wounds. "I'm sure you're not all healed up, but…"

"Healed up enough to celebrate your birthday." He winked at me, and it suddenly occurred to me what he'd been getting at.

"Hmm," I murmured, finishing off my plate. "What did you have in mind?"

Flint stood up and dusted himself off, then circled the fire, his moccasins padding silently compared to the crackling flames as they slowly died. I supposed it was time to let the fire fade, since we were leaving soon.

My eyes caught Rowan's briefly across the flames, but be looked away quickly before he, too, got to his feet. "I'll bring some water to douse the coals."

My wolf silently whined as he turned away from us, and a sharp stab of longing almost had me doing the same. Our time alone was at an end, and I wasn't sure I was actually any closer to convincing him he was my fourth mate. A sliver of guilt reminded me there was also a big secret hanging between us as well.

Heath shook his head as Rowan disappeared into the woods with the bucket.

To cover my disappointment, I got up and spread out the blanket to sit on. Heath sat down beside me. After joining us on the blanket, Flint turned my chin toward him.

"I was afraid we might lose you, moonbeam," he whispered. "I couldn't bear the thought."

"I'm here, Flint," I whispered in return as I felt Heath scoot closer behind me. "And I'm glad you're both here, too. I was so afraid to leave you there… not knowing…"

Flint's voice grew deeper and stronger, "While we have the chance, I have a confession to make."

He leaned forward and kissed the corner of my mouth, then the other corner. His long, black hair mingled with my long, white hair.

When Flint pulled back, his dark eyes were serious, but full of confidence. "I love you, Freya. You don't have to say it—"

I leaned forward and kissed Flint full on the mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down to me.

I only released him so I could reply, "I love you, too, Flint. I should've told you a long time ago."

We kissed again, and I felt Heath pull away behind me. So, I reached over to grab his hand. Conflict warred in his gaze, and his lips parted.

He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to admit his feelings for me, or to hear mine for him. But in this moment, with Flint's love filling me, I knew patience.

The Howling Echo would do our best to survive anything other packs threw at us. We would protect each other through it all. And one day, Heath would be ready. But not today.

So, I gave him the flirtatious smile he so often used on me. "Don't even think about going anywhere, sexy. I heard there might be a birthday celebration in order?"

Following my lead, Heath smirked, his gaze heating as his eyes fell to my lips. "I think we could arrange something like that. And what's a birthday without some birthday spanks?"

I almost gasped as a surge of lust spiked through me, intensified by my upcoming heat. The thought of both their hands on me, that sharp sting paired with the pleasure I knew they'd give me at the same time… I shivered with need.

"I've never had a proper birthday spanking before," I said in a low voice as I crawled onto my hands and knees in front of them both, ready to make sure this spanking happened. As soon as possible.

When I glanced over my shoulder, I was pleased to see the two of them staring at my ass like it was the finest thing they'd ever seen, even though I was still in the clothes they brought me. The sexual tension in the clearing was instant and intense.

"Is this the right position?" I asked innocently.

Heath chuckled and got to his knees, then drew his palm back. "Let's find out. Ready?"

Meeting his eyes, I couldn't resist taunting him. "Don't keep me waiting."

"Naughty girl," he said, an appreciative glint in his eye, just before his palm clapped down on my ass.

"I think it would be better without fabric in the way," Flint said, reaching for me.

He unbuttoned my jeans and hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them down around my thighs to leave my naked ass in the air before them.

Heath broke eye contact to run his gaze over the revealed flesh, and I wondered if his first spank had already left a reddened handprint there. When he looked up again, I could see his lust was quickly building into a raging inferno, so I thought it might have. My wolf panted with desire at the thought of my mate leaving his mark on my body, and wetness rolled down my thighs. Heath's nostrils flared as his hand came down again.

This time, there was a satisfying crack that echoed through the forest. Heath's palm soothed away the sting, squeezing the globe of my ass.

"She needs two on that side to keep her even," Heath pointed out to Flint.

His first attempt struck too close to my hip to give the same satisfying sound, so he adjusted his position. This time, his open palm landed lower on my ass cheek, and the pressure of the strike radiated all the way to my clit. I gasped with pleasure, and Heath grinned.

"I think she likes it, Flint."

"I do," I murmured, but now it was my turn to change position.

Kneeling on the rocky wildlands ground, even with the blanket beneath my knees, wasn't comfortable for long. So I laid down flat on my stomach. My shirt covered all the way down to my low back, and my pants were still wrapped around my thighs. Only my ass was exposed.

"So, that leaves twenty-one more, then," Heath said just before his hand cracked down on the ass cheek he'd claimed already. "Count for us, baby."

"Five," I moaned as he massaged my ass before Flint landed another on the other side.

"Six," I breathed as Flint massaged that side as well before moving lower, down my thigh.

His and Heath's fingers met at the crevice between my inner thighs, teasing me. I tilted my hips to give them better access, longing for even the slightest touch to my aching clit.

Instead, Heath withdrew his hand to give me another spank.

"Seven," I counted.

The next few fell in rapid succession, and my voice grew more and more ragged. My ass was stinging now, and they once again paused to massage it, soothing away the burn. This time, Flint's fingers teased along where the edge of my labia met my thigh, and I let out a moan.

Another round of spanks rained down, bringing us to nineteen, as I gasped out the number.

"Look at that perfect pink ass," Heath murmured to Flint. "We haven't even touched her pussy yet and she's dripping for us."

"I'm so ready," I moaned, tilting my hips up again in invitation and spreading my legs as far as I could while still restrained by my pants and with the guys on either side of me.

The sound of water sloshing in a bucket cut through the haze of my lust, my wolf excited at the thought of our other mate returning. I turned my head, staring into the forest to watch for him.

I wasn't sure if they hadn't heard the sound of Rowan's return, or if they mutually decided to continue despite it. But as my eyes met Rowan's, four more spanks clapped against my sensitive ass, two from either side. He froze just outside the campsite, his expression going totally neutral.

Heath and Flint massaged away the last of the sting, their fingers once again meeting on the inside of my open thighs. Both their hands traveled upward, teasing my crease, and I moaned, rocking my hips with the urge to ease the ache between them.

Even from here, I could see Rowan's nostrils flare.

"Should we let Rowan do the honors?" Heath wondered, looking up at our other packmate.

"We're celebrating Freya's birthday today," Flint explained. "She's turning twenty-five, and lacks one spank to ring in the next year."

"Come help her out," Heath urged.

I rose up on my forearms as Rowan turned away, clearly rejecting his invitation.

Maybe if I made my own? "Rowan… you know I wouldn't have stopped with just one kiss. And I wouldn't mind more…"

He ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair and choked out the words, "I'll stand watch."

Rowan was a lone wolf kind of guy. Even if I had won him over yesterday, maybe he wouldn't want to take part in the group fun. And if I hadn't won him over yet… maybe this would convince him.

I smiled warmly at him — I'd take any minor victory I could. But I was still greedy for more, and I couldn't help pressing my luck. "Feel free to watch in this direction."

"Flint?" Heath asked.

"Go for it."

Heath's hand cracked down on my ass before his palm circled my ass cheek to soothe away the sting one last time. Then Flint's fingers caressed along my inner thigh until they were right where I'd wanted them all along, his fingertips trailing along my wet seam before dipping in to apply only enough pressure to drive me even crazier.

"How do you want us?" Flint asked, his voice raspy, like he'd just woken up from the most delightful dream.

I raised my eyebrows. Normally my bossy alphas told me how they wanted me, not the reverse.

I glanced back at Heath, but my cocky playboy of an alpha just grinned down at me and open his hands as if to say, it's up to you .

"It's your birthday."

Then Heath glanced back into the woods at Rowan, and I knew then what he was thinking. What show did I want to give my reticent mate?

"I want Flint in my mouth while you take me from behind," I answered, imagining Rowan watching them both filling me at once while my breasts bounced.

If I got lucky, their masterful domination of my body would tempt his inner beast to come out and play, too.

"Good choice," Heath groaned, dropping his pants and taking himself in hand.

Just the thought of what we were about to do sent more wetness gushing down my thighs. Would my heat come on faster this time? Part of me hoped it would hold out until Gage returned to us.

After finally stripping me out of my pants, Flint folded up one edge of the blanket into several folds, then pulled my hips up, bringing me to my knees. My hair fell to either side of me as he grabbed my thighs, positioning me so my knees were cushioned by the extra fabric.

"I love you," I told him again, then grabbed his hand to pull him in front of me. "Get over here."

Flint barely had his pants down before I had him in my mouth. His gasp was so gratifying. Then it was my turn to gasp around his hardness when, from behind, Heath slicked his length along my slit. The thick head of his cock slid deliciously along my clit, making me moan. He didn't make me wait long, sliding gently into me as if testing my readiness.

My impending heat and those twenty-five spanks had me more than ready. I hoped he was going to enjoy watching my pink ass slam into his hips. At the thought, I tried to push back to take more of him inside of me.

"Not yet," Heath growled, grabbing my hips to prevent them from moving. In a lower voice he reminded me, "We have a show to put on, remember?"

When I looked up at Flint, he pushed his long hair behind his shoulder, leaving me free to gaze up at his perfect abs and pecs. I moaned around his cock as he tangled my hair in his fist to take charge.

Heath finally slid fully into me, resting there for a split second before sliding almost all the way out. He paused just long enough to make me wonder what he was doing before slamming back in and making me cry out in pleasure as the force of it shoved me deeper onto Flint's cock as well.

Flint's other hand reached beneath me to swirl against my nipples, zinging little bolts of pleasure all the way to my clit, which still begged for attention.

As though reading my mind, Heath freed one hand from my hips and slid it between my legs, teasing my seam while the other hand kept me where he wanted me and he continued his rhythm. When that was all he did, I growled around Flint's cock and he chuckled.

"I think she's saying, ‘harder', Heath," Flint teased.

"I thought maybe she was saying ‘Come in my mouth, Flint,' but you could be right," Heath said in a voice that was entirely too much in control.

Tensing my inner muscles, I squeezed against him, and his throaty chuckle made me even hornier. His fingers finally slid between my folds, parting me as he slammed deep within me. As he slid out, his fingers began their work, and now I couldn't stop moaning against Flint. So overcome was I with the ecstasy of it all that Flint had to take over, beginning to fuck my mouth instead of letting me control the tempo.

I moaned my approval, leaning into the dual sensations and turned on even more at the thought of my two mates using my body to please all three of us. I tilted my head slightly and caught sight of Rowan from the corner of my eye.

Perhaps even the four of us.

Then a wave of longing crashed against me, and I realized perhaps I should change that number to five. Gage could no doubt sense my pleasure through the mate bond, and his desire poured through the pack bond to reach me. I imagined the pack alpha touching himself alone, back at our den in Frost Fang.

"Want to switch, Flint?" Heath asked, bringing my awareness back.

"Not… right now," he panted as his crown touched the back of my throat. "There will be so many more good times to come," he said, as though reminding all of us, not just himself.

"I can hardly wait," Heath growled. "In that case… let's show Rowan how it's done."

I heard Rowan's snort just as Flint's hands began teasing my nipples, lighting up my body with pure need. Heath kept up his relentless pace, only now he curled over my back, his fingers dancing on my clit.

His teeth grazed my back, and that's when I lost it.

"Yes, little wolf," Heath growled. "Come for us. Scream around Flint's cock and call down all the rogue wolves on us."

Distracting as his words were, they didn't stop me from coming. If anything, they made me come harder, imagining my men wading into battle with their dicks still wet from fucking me. Though I hadn't yet marked them with my witch's mark like I had Gage, we were all scent-marking each other right now.

Somehow that thought made my climax crest even higher, and I screamed until Flint's cock filled my throat, choking off any sound as he spilled into me. I swallowed every drop even as my inner walls still fluttered around Heath. But to my surprise, Heath hadn't come yet.

Instead, he pulled my spent body upright against him until we were both kneeling. He pulled my left arm to drape behind his neck, then did the same with the other.

"Trust me," he whispered in my ear.

With his arms on my breasts, he pulled me down and into his lap as he sat on the blanket. Then he twisted around until we faced Rowan.

For a moment, our eyes met, and the intensity in his golden gaze was too much to bear. It wasn't his dominance that made me lower my eyes to him, but the hunger I saw there that called to a deep part of me, begging my wolf to come out to play.

Then Heath laid on his back, pulling me down on top of him so my back settled against his abs, my hair pooling between my breasts and sliding along my arms in a silky caress. He'd completely reversed our positions, and his knees caught between mine, spreading my thighs, opening me for Rowan's view.

I stared down my body at Rowan, where he was now framed between my knees, watching as his golden eyes drank their fill of me. Heath's hands wrapped around me from behind, teasing my nipples. His dick still penetrated me, slowly rocking in and out of me. Rowan helplessly stood in the shadows, one hand on a tree as though he needed it to keep him upright… or perhaps it was something to latch onto so he didn't join in.

"Let me guess," Flint said. "Should I get her clit for you?"

Heath and I both laughed… except mine abruptly changed into a moan as Flint's fingers spread me open for Rowan to see. To my surprise, Flint leaned over and licked my clit. I jolted in shock because that put his tongue perilously close to… Heath surged up beneath me as if the thought of it turned him on, too. With me on top of him, he couldn't easily slide in and out with long strokes, but with his feet planted on the ground, he had plenty of leverage to saw his cock in and out of me in intense thrusts. That rocking motion plus Flint's tongue teasing along my folds quickly had me falling over the cliff a second time.

Only this time, there was no cock to muffle my moans. I screamed, my body curling until Heath's hands on my breasts pulled me back down and pinned me to his chest.

With the abrupt movements, my hair fell away to the sides, leaving me feeling even more wanton and exposed. His knees forced my legs to stay spread as Flint's tongue did its work and transported me to another world.

When I came back down to reality, Rowan's eyes were wild, his hands clenched. His chest heaved, but he didn't look excited — he looked murderous.

In the midst of the pleasure Heath and Flint had brought me, I'd forgotten to hide one very important thing: the mark Gage and I shared in common.

"You can't shift because you're half witch," Rowan growled.