Chapter 94: Two or three fucks
Galen clenched his jaw. He leaned his head back briefly against the stone wall, closing his eyes. The image was formed without permission, and he hated himself for it. He wished it were him with her. Wished she were calling his name instead.
He paced back and forth a few steps, torn. Part of him wanted to knock, to interrupt, to remind her he existed. The wiser part of him knew that would only make things worse.
After a few seconds, he made his choice. He turned and walked away.
Galen had nearly reached the end of the corridor when he almost collided with Lucien coming from the opposite direction.
Lucien stopped. "Is she asleep?"
Galen shook his head. "No."
Lucien nodded. "Alright. I’ll wish her goodnight and head out."
Galen lifted a hand and placed it lightly against Lucien’s chest, stopping him. "Not tonight."
Lucien frowned slightly. "Why?"
"She’s with Theron."
Lucien’s expression changed instantly. His jaw tightened as his eyes met Galen’s. Galen dropped his hand.
"Noted," Lucien said shortly, then walked past him without another word.
Galen let out a slow breath and continued down the corridor alone, the weight in his chest heavier than before.
Inside Aveloria’s room, Theron wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned down to her clit and gave her a hard suck, his two fingers in her pussy. His tongue lashing over her sensitive clit sent a sudden heat that made her jerk a couple of times. He kept at sucking her swollen bud between his lips, his two fingers pushing deeper into her pussy, and one finger stretching her ass hole most deliciously.
Aveloria gasped, overwhelmed by the intense sensations as he pumped his fingers in and out of her holes. The slick sound of his fingers working mingled with her moans echoing in the room. And she came for the second time.
"You like what I am doing to you?"
"Fuck! Yes! Could you take all of me? Take it all!"
He shoved her roughly onto her hands and knees. She felt the cold air hitting her dripping wet pussy as he positioned himself behind her. His cock slid into her entrance, coating itself with her juices. One brutal thrust had her screaming out his name. She cried as he buried himself entirely within her. He set a ferocious pace, hammering into her with strength. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room and mingled with Aveloria’s cries of pleasure. His grip tightened on her hips as he thrusted in her. She could feel her orgasm building from the relentless friction of his cock against her G-spot.
His wolf dominated his entire being, and he let out a loud howl. He grabbed her hair, pulled her up, and sank his teeth into her neck, marking her without question. Aveloria’s wolf responded immediately; she let out a growl.
He kept thrusting until the tension snapped, and she came hard, clenching around him as waves of pleasure flooded her core. With a final vicious thrust, Theron came inside her with a deep guttural moan. And they both collapsed on the bed.
Theron lay on his back, chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his breathing. Aveloria was beside him, still catching her breath too, her skin warm against his. The room was quiet except for the sound of them recovering.
Then it hit him.
His wolf stirred sharply in his chest, satisfaction mixed with a sudden edge of panic. Theron turned his head toward her, his brows pulling together.
"Aveloria," he said carefully.
She hummed softly, eyes half-closed. "What is it?"
"My wolf took over," he said. "I marked you. I didn’t ask first." His jaw tightened. "Are you offended?"
Her eyes opened fully, and she turned her head to look at him. She studied his face for a moment before shaking her head.
"No," she said. "I’m not offended at all."
He searched her expression, clearly unconvinced. "You’re sure?"
"Yes," she replied calmly. "I knew there was no way you could have controlled your wolf at that point. Mine wanted it too. Badly."
That seemed to ease something in him. He rolled onto his side so he could face her properly. "Still," he said, "I should apologize. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a choice."
She reached out and rested her hand on his chest. "I understand, Theron."
She hesitated, then asked, "How does it look?"
He blinked. "The mark?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to see it?"
He asked.
She nodded.
They both pushed themselves off the bed, gathering the sheet around her as they walked to the vanity. Theron stood behind her as she leaned closer to the mirror, tilting her head to the side.
The mark was clear. Teeth impressions on the side of her neck, placed exactly where a bonded wolf’s mark should be. Her fingers lifted slowly, tracing the edge of it without touching directly.
"So it’s there," she said quietly.
Theron’s hands settled on her waist. He lowered his head and pressed gentle kisses over the mark, careful and slow.
"It suits you," he said. Then, after a pause, he added, "I won’t lie. I like that I was the first."
She glanced at him in the mirror. "Don’t get competitive."
He gave a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "I can’t help it."
She turned slightly to face him. "You knew what this bond meant."
She said.
"I did," he admitted. "And I still do. I don’t like sharing, but I accept it. You’re bonded to all four of us."
He added.
She nodded, reassured by the honesty.
Theron rested his forehead against hers for a moment. "We should rest," he muttered, placing a kiss on her forehead.
Aveloria agreed with a slight nod.
He guided her back to the bed, pulling the covers over them once they settled. His arm wrapped around her, protective but gentle. This time, when they closed their eyes, there was no tension between them—only quiet, shared exhaustion.
