The bond began to re-knit with every touch, frayed golden-silver-green threads weaving tighter, pulsing with their arousal, their fear turning to raw hunger focused solely on me. Rhett's storm crashed into me first, his massive hands pinning my wrists above my head as he freed his cock, thick and leaking, slamming home in one brutal thrust. "Fuck, so tight—cold and wet for us," he groaned, pounding deep, each snap of his hips grinding his pelvis against my clit. His mouth claimed my lips, tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock, teeth nipping my lower lip bloody before licking it clean. "Take it. Warm up on my cock. Milk me dry."
Kai shifted, shoving Rhett's shoulder playfully but urgently. "My turn to fill her." Rhett pulled out with a wet pop, and Kai surged forward, his thicker length stretching me wider, bottoming out with a guttural moan. "Gonna root so deep—feel that? My heat flooding you." He rutted slow and grinding at first, letting me feel every vein, then faster, his mouth on my tits, sucking bruises into the soft flesh while his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples. The bond thrummed, green vines wrapping around the core threads, stabilizing as his release built.
Lucien rose behind me, lifting my hips as Rhett guided me onto all fours. "All of us," he demanded, slicking his cock with my arousal before pressing the head against my ass. "Open for me, love—let me claim this too." I nodded frantically, pushing back as he breached me inch by inch, the burn exquisite with Rhett's fingers now plunging into my pussy alongside Kai's earlier heat. "So full—fuck, you're clenching like you never want us to leave." He thrust in tandem with Rhett's fingers, his free hand fisting my hair to arch my back, mouth on my neck sucking another hickey while shadows teased my clit.
They focused only on me—Rhett's cock replacing his fingers in my pussy now, double-penetrating with Lucien's relentless drive; Kai's mouth devouring my breasts, hands everywhere, scenting, marking, warming my chilled skin until I was burning alive. "Come on our cocks," Rhett snarled, slamming deeper. "Squeeze us—show us you're thawed, you're ours." The bond sealed fully, a supernova of color exploding as I shattered, walls pulsing around them, dragging their orgasms—hot jets of cum flooding me, marking me inside as thoroughly as their bites outside.
We collapsed in a sweaty, marked heap, their bodies pressed skin-to-skin, thawing every last trace of the Void's cold. Rhett nuzzled my neck, lapping his hickeys. Kai rubbed his scentalong my thighs. Lucien kissed the bruises on my ass. The bond hummed whole, unbreakable.
"You're warm now," Rhett murmured, satisfied.
"Always," I sighed, safe in their arms.
We lay there for a long time afterward, a tangle of limbs and erratic heartbeats.
"We're going to war," Lucien whispered into the silence.
"I know," I said, pressing a kiss to Rhett’s shoulder.
"We might lose," Kai said softly.
"No," Rhett growled, tightening his hold on me. "We won't lose."
He looked at me, his eyes burning with renewed fire.
"We just realized we're unkillable."
21
We were ready for war.
We had the resources. We had the manpower. We had a werewolf who could bench press a small sedan, a wolf who could melt into shadows, and an wolf with earth elemental who could convince concrete to apologize for being in his way.
We were ready for fireballs. For lightning strikes. For a desperate, blood-soaked last stand on the barricades of the Science Building.
What we got was... an email.
From: The Office of the Dean
To: All Students
Subject: Campus Safety & Wifi Maintenance
Due to recent structural instability in the Grand Ballroom (caused by unauthorized gardening), the campus is now under Level 4 Lockdown. All dorm wifi has been suspended until further notice. Also, due to supply chain issues, the cafeteria will only be serving oatmeal for the foreseeable future.
Regards,
Dean Marrow
"He cut the wifi?" Ivy shrieked.
The sound was so high-pitched it cracked a nearby glass beaker.
We were huddled in the Archives sub-basement, which Amelia had insisted on calling "The Resistance Headquarters" (though it mostly looked like a very fancy storage unit filled with dust motes and Arthur's anxiety).
Ivy was staring at her phone in horror. "Zero bars. I have zero bars. That monster! How am I supposed to stream my 'Chaos Witch Tutorials'? I have followers, Lina! Followers who need to know the proper way to hex an ex-boyfriend!"
"It's psychological warfare," Rhett said, pacing between stacks of ancient scrolls. The wolf was restless, his energy crackling in the small space. Every time he turned, his shoulders brushed against shelves filled with priceless magical artifacts. Arthur flinched with every pivot.
