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I giggled and collapsed next to him, nothing but a heap of limbs. I barely got the sheet over my lower half in my post-sex haze, though I knew I didn’t need to worry about that with Axel.
Mate, my wolf said, enjoying the contentment even though he hadn’t bitten us like she’d wished. My primal spirit was primed for the mating bites, and since my wolf was the only animal in my arsenal at the moment, she made her wishes loud and clear in the forefront of my mind.
“Soon,” Axel whispered, his hand tracing patterns across the thigh the sheet hadn’t quite made it over. “I promise. I’m going to talk to Kota. It doesn’t matter what he’s feeling any longer. You need your mates, Lorn. All of us, and I plan to give you exactly what you need.”
I smiled, though my heart was at war with placing that kind of responsibility on Kota. Mating was an irreversible choice. One that shouldn’t be made lightly, no matter what fate had to say about it. Thinking about Kota making that choice out of obligation left me feeling hollow and unsettled, but I tried to push the thoughts away in favor of imagining what it would be like to reach my blissed-out finish line with both Axel’s cock and fangs buried inside me.
My pussy twitched just thinking about it, ready for round two.
Axel chuckled beside me, his brown eyes sparkling in the morning light.
“Need more already?” He tickled me, eliciting another round of giggles through my aftershocks.
“Can you blame me? Sex has never been so good.”
Axel’s eyes flashed with his primal spirit, enjoying the compliment. “I guess it’s a good thing you have six of us then.”
I sighed happily, clinging to the euphoric state that had taken away the sadness that had permeated the room before Axel and I got lost in each other. And for a moment, I let myself think about what it would be like if I really had all six of my mates, each of them choosing me as I chose them, the daydream a fantasy I hoped would come true. “Very good indeed.”
Six
Lorn
Ifinished with my gel eyeliner and set the brush aside, assessing my makeup in the mirror.Good enough.
Tonight was the bloodletting, and I was having trouble rousing up enough enthusiasm to walk out the door. The last thing I needed was to add to my sexy harem of men. Don’t get me wrong, the more the merrier and all that, but I had six amazing mates, and that had been hard enough to wrap my head around. Growing up, I’d only ever planned on one, not that I was complaining.
But right now, all I wanted was to claim all six of them officially, to become a legitimate member of the pack, but I still had a few hurdles to tackle before that could happen.
Dason and Jolon had to work out who the alpha of our united packs would be. Both of them were strong in different ways. Where Dason was reactionary and followed his intuition, Jolon weighed all his options before making decisions. They were both strong, protective, and radiated alpha energy. I trusted both of them with my life and the lives of my other mates. There was no way I’d be able to choose, and thus I was waiting for them to work it out themselves, but we were running out of time.
Then there was Kota. My surly, creative, wounded mate had so many walls up, and now that I knew more about his past, I barely comprehended where to even begin to tear them down. Deep down, I knew he cared about me. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel his lips on mine. The fire between us was undeniable, but if that heat burned hot enough, it would combust, and I wasn’t sure if there would be any survivors after that blast.
I needed him to come to me on his own, ready to claim his past and work through his grief. With me. For me.
No, forus.
It was just one more thing I couldn’t force. Yet fate was pressing in on all of us, taking away our choices.
In an ideal world, we’d have the time to grow together. To form a relationship on solid, steady ground. But that wasn’t our life.
Each week, there were more shades to vanquish, and with each trip to the veil I made without my mates anchoring me to the mortal realm, the more danger I was in of being wounded in the veil, or worse, of being trapped in that hell.
And if what the elders said was true, each day we waited to solidify our mate bonds was another perilous risk that an additional trip to the veil would be my tipping point into darkness. Was there even a way to come back from that?
I didn’t know, and I had no intention of finding out.
Adding some subtle eyeshadow and a light pink, matte lipstick completed my look, and I retreated to my room to get dressed.
A hoodie lay across my bed, magically conjured by me earlier in the evening. The white lettering stood out in stark contrast to the black fabric.
I pulled on a pair of jean shorts, threw on a tank, and secured the wolf necklace Axel had surprised me with, hiding it in my pocket after our date. I settled it against my chest as I eyed the hoodie that read, “Not interested.” My lips pressed together to suppress a laugh as I imagined what the elders’ reactions would be if I wore it.
“While I’m all about the sentiment on the hoodie, I doubt the elders, or the multitude of men waiting to bleed for you, would be thrilled with the message.” Jolon strolled into my room as confidently as a billionaire in a bank.
Syler followed just behind him, sauntering to the bed to gaze down at the hoodie. His lips twitched, and he sent me a hooded, amused glance.
“What?” I grinned, crossing my arms and standing my ground. “You don’t like it?”
