He stiffened, and his hot, thick seed filled her mouth. He tasted of spice and salt, and she couldn’t drink him down fast enough. As he came, the base of his cock swelled, nearly choking her, yet she held on as she swallowed tides of his come.
A moment later, Ezra let out a long growl. She could feel his cock inside of her, jerking heavily as he came. A rush of seed inundated her. At the same time, the bottom of his cock thickened, locking him in place within her.
Tej let go seconds afterward. He snarled and clutched her to him as his climax struck. Just as with Ezra and Rhys, a knot formed low in his cock, and he stretched her completely as they were locked together.
She felt their seed in her mouth, her arse, her cunt, their knots holding themselves firmly in her body. She was full, saturated, overwhelmed.
Taken.
Jessica came again. Her whole being shuddered with the force of her release, and she gripped Tej as if only his solid form could anchor her in the midst of this maelstrom of sensation.
Rhys pulled from her mouth. Despite all her efforts to swallow every drop of his seed, some still pattered from her mouth to fall onto the expensive French carpet. More seed dripped from her sex and arse. She was a delicious mess.
Long, long moments passed as she lay in the aftermath, still held in place by their knots. Finally, the knots grew smaller, until Ezra and Tej could withdraw from her arse and cunt.
Ezra’s voice was rough in her ear. “Will you take our bites? Our marks?”
Breathless and reeling, she managed, “Will that mark me as yours?”
“It will mark us as yours,” Tej rumbled.
“Mark me,” she panted after a moment. “I want you to.”
Her body jolted at Tej bit down where her neck met her shoulder. There was a flash of pain that shifted into pleasure, which redoubled when Tej released her, only to have Ezra, and then Rhys bite her in succession.
They belonged to her now.
Impossibly, she came once more. Then the room dimmed, and she lost all sense of herself or where she was.
She blinked her eyes open to find herself being gently held by Rhys as he lowered her into a large enameled metal bathing tub. The bathtub had been set and filled in front of the ballroom fireplace. Ezra and Tej began to bathe her, soaping her pliant limbs and rubbing suds into her hair with a cake of jasmine-scented soap.
They had transformed back into men, and their brows were furrowed with concentration as they thoroughly, gently cleaned her. While Rhys had slipped back into his breeches, Ezra and Tej were still fully nude. Through slitted eyes, she permitted herself the unadulterated pleasure of simply watching their muscles shift and bunch.
Hers. All three of them were hers.
The crook of her neck was a touch sore from where they’d marked her, and she couldn’t help a wince when Ezra’s soap-covered hand stroked over it.
“Easy, Lady Vixen,” he murmured. “This will heal quickly.”
“Yet the effects are permanent,” Tej added.
She couldn’t help but widen her eyes. “Do you mean…?”
“We are bound to you for the rest of our lives,” Ezra explained. “Yet the choice will always be yours. Leave or go—whatever you desire.”
“You said there was a bond between us,” she said. “A bond that enables you to transform to wolves at will.”
“Bond or no,” Rhys said behind her, “you’ll never be forced to stay with us.”
“But we will do everything in our power to ensure that you want to stay,” Tej added with a wicked smile.
Then his smile faded, and the three men wore equally grave expressions.
“What do you want, Lady Vixen?” Ezra asked huskily. “Your desires are all that matter.”
“I want…”
She looked at each of them in turn. Beautiful, sensitive Rhys. Passionate, thoughtful Tej. Roguish but yearning Ezra. In their eyes, she saw that they would honor her wishes, do everything in their power to keep her safe, while also respecting her strength. Nothing she’d ever known, or would know, could ever come close to who they were and what they had become to her. What she had become to herself in the course of these extraordinary days and nights.
