Chapter 97: 97. Transitioning—End.
Maisie
Jericho’s mouth was on the inside of my thigh, lifting my leg over his broad shoulder. The first slow, wet drag of his tongue from my entrance to my clit made my back arch and I gripped his silver hair like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.
He groaned against me like I was the best thing he’s ever tasted. The deep vibration rolling straight through me until I whimpered helplessly. His tongue was relentless, pushing inside me with shallow, teasing thrusts, then sliding up to circle my swollen clit.
It was exquisite torture. My thighs began to shake. I tangled my fingers tighter in his hair, tugging, desperate for more, desperate for relief.
Then a wall of heat pressed against my back. Large, calloused hands cupped my breasts from behind, squeezing and weighing them possessively.
"Fuck, I love these," Soren growled low against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, tugging just hard enough to send sharp, electric jolts straight to my core.
I gasped, grinding back against the thick, hard length of his cock pressing against my ass through his pants.
"Someone’s eager," Quinlan murmured, amused. I watched, dazed, as he stripped, his thick cock springing free. My mouth watered at the sight.
Jericho chose that moment to slide two thick fingers deep inside me while his tongue worked my clit mercilessly. I cried out, head falling back against Soren’s solid chest as pleasure crashed over me in heavy, drowning waves.
The feel of Jericho’s fingers stretching me, Soren’s hands kneading my breasts, the knowledge that Quinlan and Mercer were watching every desperate twitch and moan... it was too much. My belly tightened, the orgasm building like a storm ready to break.
"Not yet," Soren commanded, voice dark against my ear.
I whined, my thighs trembling. Jericho curled his fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot inside me until stars burst behind my eyes.
"Hold it," Soren ordered.
I obeyed, panting, clenching, my whole body shaking with the effort of denying myself. The denial only made the pleasure darker, filthier.
"Bon," Quinlan praised.
Soren nodded at Jericho, who pulled his fingers out with a wet sound that made me hotter. I fell back against Soren’s chest, limp and aching.
"My turn," Soren said, voice rough with hunger.
He guided me forward, bent me over the end of the bed, face pressed into the dark sheets, ass high in the air like an offering.With my face buried into the sheets, I couldn’t see whose fingers speared into me, spreading me open.
Soren’s, maybe.
I heard the rustle of clothing, a zipper, and then I felt the blunt, thick head of his cock at my entrance.
He was thick. The stretch burned so good as he worked himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried halfway through. I moaned into the sheets, drunk on the fullness.
"Beautiful," he groaned, starting to move in slow, powerful strokes that ground against my clit with every thrust. "Look how responsive she is already. So fucking greedy for us."
My fingers curled into the sheets, my breaths escaped in gasped moans as his pelvis slammed against my ass. I shut my eyes, my hair falling around my face, and let the sensation wash over me.
The bed dipped. Quinlan’s fingers tangled in my hair, lifting my head. He was knelt in front of me, his cock bobbing heavy an inch away from my lips. He fisted himself, stroking twice. "Open up, cherie."
I parted my lips obediently. He slid deep, stretching my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Saliva dripped down my chin as I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse.
Soren’s grip bruised my hips. "You keep making noises like that and this will end too soon."
I caught sight of Mercer and Jericho, the former stroking himself slowly. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, even if I wanted to. My thighs clamped around Soren’s and he let out a hard snarl.
The only warning I got was Quinlan pulling out of me before Soren yanked me upright, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other banding across my waist as he pulled me flush against his muscular chest.
He nipped my ear. "I might not have fucked your pussy first, Adams," he whispered hotly, "but I’ll be the first to take this tight little ass."
Mercer took Quinlan’s place in front of me. He was naked.
Soren kept his hand on my throat, forcing me to look up into Mercer’s dark eyes as he braced my hips with large, hot hands. They both towered over me and having their skins pressed against mine did wondrous things to my insides.
Mercer leaned forward, brushing his head through my folds and in one ruthless push, he was inside me. I writhed, digging my nails into his chest until he bled—
I felt the intrusion back door. Soren gathered the warmth wetness trickling down my thighs with his tip and coated himself in it. He grunted, breath ruffling my hair as I felt him stroke himself with my wetness. It was filthy. It was madly erotic.
And then, he too, entered me.
I cried out, sinking my teeth into Mercer’s chest at the overwhelming fullness. I pushed back, trying to adjust and they both hissed.
Soren hand snaked around me and found my clit and rubbed tight, perfect circles until pleasure consumed me like nothing I had ever felt before.
It consumed me, devoured me, swallowed me whole. I gave in to it, surrendering myself entirely. Never in my life had he felt so wanton, so shameless. I was nothing but a body that existed solely to be used for the pleasures of these men.
When I came, the climax gripped my stomach with iron claws and I shuddered for what felt like an eternity in Soren’s arms. I didn’t even notice either of them coming inside me, lost as I was in my own ecstasy. Only when they pulled out of me, only to switch out positions, did I feel the wetness pouring out of me and dripping onto my thighs and the sheets.
I was pulled on my back against a hard chest, and suddenly, it was Quinlan underneath me, re-entering me from behind, and Mercer parting my legs and kneeling between my thighs.
And he drove into me even harder than anyone ever had, and I cried. I moaned. I shook, and convulsed. Soren stroked himself on the couch, watching, growing impossibly harder as he dished out orders smoothly.
And suddenly, they were everywhere. Mercer’s rough grip on my thigh as he lifted my hip, so I could take his knot, carving me open with a, "You’re so damned sexy when you’re needy like this".
Jericho’s mouth latching onto my left breast, sucking hard. Quinlan on the right, tongue flicking over my nipple before he bit down, sending sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to my clit. Soren’s tip sliding past my lips and jamming into my throat.
They rotated. Time flew past.
Soren bent me over Quinlan’s body and pushed into me with long, punishing strokes. Quinlan’s fingers found my swollen clit and pinched as he sucked hard on me until I was clenching and coming on Soren. Soren pushed my head further down Jericho’s length.
The heat inside me roared higher, turning my blood to liquid fire.
My body was no longer mine. It belonged to the bond. To them.
I lost track of who was where. I didn’t care who was stretching me, just that he was deep and he was hot and spilling inside me.
And then, the heat under my skin peaked violently. I was too far gone, chasing yet another orgasm to notice the positions they’d taken.
Until they sank their teeth into me—into their marks on me—all at once in the same breath that I imploded.
The scream that tore out of me was something animal. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my body milking them desperately as they filled me again and again. Their cum dripped down my thighs, marked my skin, stained the sheets. I was soaked in them. Corrupted by them.
As I fell from such great heights, I felt something in me settle. My Lycan purred in satisfaction, finally sated.
And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, clarity hit.
It slammed into me like ice water.
My thoughts sharpened with brutal suddenness. The carnal haze ripped away, leaving me raw and exposed. The thick scent of sex and cum assaulted me.
Horror bloomed in my chest, sharp and nauseating.
"Adams, breathe," someone said, but I wasn’t listening.
I was panicking. And when I panicked, I couldn’t breathe.
I scrambled off the hard chest beneath me, blinking rapidly as the world spun and warped. My legs shook. Cum leaked down my thighs in obscene trails.
I’d taken one step back when I gasped, doubling over. I felt it like a hurtful yank in my chest. That thread that tethered me to them. It grew thicker, heavier. Almost like chains. And I felt them lock.
Permanently.
And like pieces in a puzzle, it all began to fit. The consummation ritual being fixed immediately after the wedding. The vague explanations I was given on what ’breaking me in’ meant. The real importance of the rituals.
I knew what made Lycan bonds unbreakable.
The freaking consummation.
The world began spinning. The bedroom—Soren’s bedroom, the four of them, the realization that horrified me even more than the mess I currently was or the images that began thrashing through my mind.
I could have rejected the bond before this. Before this particular consummation. I could’ve been... free.
Even for wolves, the mating bond was often made stronger after sex. Sex for animals like us was binding. Symbolic. Ritualistic.
And sure enough, when I glanced outside, the full moon stood high in the sky.
They’d entrapped me with them. Forever.
I turned and the first face I saw was Soren’s. Jericho’s. Quinn’s. Then Mercer’s. There wasn’t a bit of remorse or apology in them.
My first lucid words were rasped and hoarse with rage. "You lied to me. Again."
A hand reached for me. I flinched. Lost my footing. And the world went black.
