Jaxton lets out a growl of acknowledgement, then he kisses me. It’s a deep, emotional kiss. I taste smoke and whiskey mixed with his primal desire. I feel that part of Joanna reconnecting with him after being denied for so long and feel the same need radiating from him.
For a moment, I feel more of her. Her love for him and her joy at finding him again. Then, her blessing. She settles like a warm glow in my chest, like she’s finally content. Then her presence fades peacefully, and I’m all alone with my mates. All five of them.
The others approach me from behind, pulling at my clothes, undressing me for the mating ritual. I’m not scared, despite knowing that five wolves are going to claim me. It feels right, like this is the moment I’ve truly been waiting for my entire life.
Once I’m naked, Jaxton picks me up. He carries me to his bed and gently sets me down. I roll over, lowering my shoulders and raising my ass, feeling the arousal heating my core in a way it hasn’t before. It’s not just desire. It’s an intense, brutalneedthat floods my senses until it’s almost overwhelming. My skin feelstoo hot. Every nerve ending is screaming for their touch. Like my body knows exactly what is about to happen and is demanding it.
Then I hear a gasp. Needy growls. Hungry groans.
“Fuck me, she’s going into heat,” Hayden growls.
I feel them all tense. Hear their breathing change. The air in the room seems to thicken with undeniable lust.
“She’s more like a she-wolf than I realized,” Remy’s voice is strained. “Her scent is getting stronger. It’s gettingmaddening, just like it was the first time I caught it.”
“She’s ready for us,” Wyatt says. “We’re the only ones that can put this fire out.”
“Herfire?” Storm’s face is a mask of need. “Feels like there’s one raging inside me, too.”
“Same here,” Jaxton adds. “They’ve had her before. We haven’t. It’s going to be a lot worse for us.”
“You’ve hurt for too long, brother,” Hayden says with uncharacteristic gentleness. “Claim what is yours.”
Jaxton’s entire body shudders behind me, like Hayden’s words opened something inside him. “Thank you,” he rasps.
Jaxton’s fingers dig into my hips. He tilts me until his cock is against my entrance, then he rubs the head across my folds. A hand moves from my hip, and a second later, a stinging smack lands on my ass.
“Owwww! What was that for?” I yelp, my toes curling.
“For making me wait so damn long to meet you,” Jaxton growls, slapping my ass again. “And that’s for making my dick so hard I can’t see straight.”
“I didn’t know,” I complain, feeling a few more slaps land. “Ow! And it’syouwho didn’t want to meet me!”
Even as I protest, I can feel myself getting wetter. The sting mixing with the overwhelming need.
“You may not be a she-wolf,” Jaxton says, rubbing his cock against my pussy again before he begins pushing in. “But you’re about to get fucked like one.”
I cry out as he stretches me, filling me in a way that’s almost too much. He’s bigger than all of his brothers except for Hayden, but he’s close. Huge, thick, and he drives deep enough to make me gasp. He’s not gentle. He’s unrestrained, like he knows I can handle it, even if I’m not sure myself.
“I almost forgot how good this could feel,” Jaxton groans, slapping my ass over and over, his other hand digging into my hip until I’m sure I’ll have bruises. “Do you always clench like that when you get your ass spanked? I sure hope so.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams hard, alternating between brutal, bone-rattling thrusts, and stinging smacks that land on my ass between them. He seems to enjoy spanking me. This doesn’t feel like punishment, though. Every time I feel the sting, or the weight of his heavy hand, my pussy muscles tighten until he groans with satisfaction.
“You’re going to make me come so fucking hard,” he pants out the words. “I can already tell. Fuck!”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my body reacting to every thrust from his hips and slap of his hand. “Please, Jaxton!”
“Nothing could make me stop right now,” he snarls. “Not a vampire. Not all the fucking Crimson Templars in the Vatican. You’re all mine as long as I want you, and then my brothers will claim you. This mating ritual is just getting started.”
Jaxton’s thrusts are merciless, his hand firm. I can tell my ass is already red, and it’s starting to burn instead of just stinging. The tension in my core is building, and I don’t have to question if it’ll go supernova. It’s only a question of how many times I’ll erupt before they’re done with me.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jaxton’s voice is rough with emotion and lust. “You really were made for me. Made for all of us.”
“Yes!” I cry out as he hits the sensitive spot so hard it makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “Yes, yes, yes…”
Jaxton stops spanking me and clamps both hands around my waist so he can just pound into my pussy with a force that would scare me if it didn’t feel so utterly amazing. The bed is shaking. I can hear the others growling behind us, their own need rising as they watch. Five hungry wolves, one feasting on me like he’s making up for every moment he’s been denied. I am suddenly keenly aware that the other four are watching us, watching me get fucked by their brother. Hard.
“I’m gonna come,” I breathe out, my words more like a needy moan begging for more, rather than a release.
