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His silver eyes light up with satisfaction, and his tongue swipes across his lower lip before he moves once more. For a moment, I’m confused as he stands on the mattress and shifts me forward, and it’s only as he slides down behind me that I understand what he’s doing—acting as my own personal living armchair. Sliding his hands up the length of my arms, he kneads my shoulders with his strong fingers and encourages me to lean back.
The physical contact is already helping me feel better, and as his hands skim across the tops of my arms and to my shoulders, he begins to massage me with his strong thumbs. An embarrassingly loud groan escapes me as my head drops forward, the sensations exquisite. I hadn’t realised how tight the muscles in my neck and shoulders had become. The feeling is glorious, and my eyes close for a moment as I succumb to the pleasure.
The mattress dips by my feet, and I open my eyes to find Syn crawling towards me. His movements are fluid, and he looks at me like I’m his next meal. When he’s like this, he seems more like an animal than a man, his inner wolf closer to the surface as his desire for me rises. For as long as I’ve known him, Syn has always been closer to his inner animal and rougher around the edges than my other mates. This has only been enhanced since our separation.
As I meet his hungry stare now, I don’t see any signs of that madness that lingers in the back of his mind. He’s a hundred percent in control. Sure, his instincts are driving him, but he wants this, wantsme.It sends a thrill through me, awakening the werewolf in me as my mate comes to claim me, our primal instincts at the forefront of our minds.
Stopping between my legs, he reaches for the loose pyjama bottoms I wear, gently sliding them over my hips. With Atlas’s help, I lift my ass so Syn is able to pull them down, revealing my uncovered pussy for the room to see. His growl of appreciation makes the hair on my arms stand on end, and I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from begging him to take me.
He pushes my knees apart and stares down at my core as though it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Leaning forward, he takes a deep inhale, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. In other circumstances, I might be embarrassed by this. He’s sniffing my most intimate area, something that many in polite society would consider disgusting, but his reaction wipes away any of my squeamishness. Glancing at the others, I find them watching with envy, not at all disgusted by Syn’s actions.
“I am going to enjoy this.” That’s all the warning he gives me before burying his face between my legs.
Like a starving man, he feasts on me, his tongue exploring from the bottom of my slit to my clit, flicking the small nub of nerves until a moan breaks through my restraint. I feel him smile against me, his smug sense of satisfaction rolling through the bond.
Atlas continues to rub my shoulders, his hands then moving up to my scalp, the mixture of sensations almost overwhelming me. This only intensifies when Syn pushes his tongue into my entrance. The noises he makes only turn me on further, and the pure sounds of pleasure coming from him as he pleases me is almost enough to make me come there and then.
“Let me touch you. Taste you, something.”
I hate how needy I sound, how my demand is more of a plea, but Syn simply laughs against me, the vibrations moving through me and making me groan. Someone approaches from my left, and when I look over, I find Joel. He’s still topless from before, and his muscles look even more impressive from this angle. Catching me staring, he smiles and leans down, pressing a slow, seductive kiss against my lips.
“No, this is for you, Laelia.” He pauses to kiss me. “We want to care for you. Let us.”
Five males who all want to give me orgasms and treat me like their queen? Who in their right mind would say no to that offer? Not that I’m capable of responding right now, because Syn moves his attention back up to my clit. He’s not soft and gentle like the others, nipping it and pressing bites to my inner thighs.
I fucking love it.
I nod in agreement, and Joel kisses me again until he reluctantly pulls back, giving us space. Syn takes this as a signal to increase his efforts, pushing me over the edge.
Atlas grips my shoulders as an orgasm rips through me, holding me in place. Pleasure races through my body, banishing all of my aches and pains. It makes me feel alive, and having my mates around me only helps to re-establish that. I’ve been living life a day at a time, as it was the only way I could get through what’s been thrown at me. This reminds me that I have a life and five amazing males who support me endlessly.
As the pleasure of my orgasm recedes, my focus returns to the room and lands on Syn. He’s lapping up the evidence of my arousal, sounding like someone who is savouring their favourite dish. Sitting back on his heels, he looks at me with a love so intense that it makes my heart constrict. He would destroy the world for me if I requested it, and I adore him for that.
Licking his lips, he gives me a slow, cocky smile then crawls up my body until we’re face to face. His kiss is possessive, reminding everyone that he’s mine and I’m his as he bites down on my lip, drawing a gasp from me.
A pointed cough sounds from someone in the room, a reminder to Syn that he’s not the only mate here. Syn’s body stiffens slightly as he fights his primal urges, and with a disgruntled noise, he pulls back, his eyes promising that we’re not done.
His cock strains against the loose tracksuit bottoms he wears, but he doesn’t ask for anything from me in return. Retreating to the other side of the room, he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
Before I can say or do anything, Joel and Nicolai approach me from either side. Climbing up onto the bed, they kneel at my sides. Nicolai leans over, fitting perfectly against my body, my old friend turned mate matching me like he was made to be here all along. Joel barely fits on the bed, his large form so different from Nicolai’s slim frame, but he is also perfectly made for me, our souls matching.
As if by some unspoken signal, the two of them start to kiss my neck and jaw, taking turns to kiss my lips. All the while, Atlas runs his hands over my body, a tingling sensation trailing in his wake. Even though I just had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, I feel arousal building low in my gut, warmth travelling straight to my throbbing core once more.
A large, calloused hand lands on my left thigh, clearly Joel’s. Gliding over my smooth skin, he dips his hand between my legs. He groans against my neck at the wetness he finds there, coating his fingers in it before sliding two of them into my entrance. My head falls back in ecstasy, resting on Atlas’s shoulder as those two digits twist and move inside me. I have no words for how good it feels, something that only intensifies as Nicolai lowers his mouth to my right breast. Sucking my nipple into his eager mouth, he rolls it with his tongue, flicking it until it’s hard enough to cut glass.
Atlas’s exploring fingers turn cold as he focuses his magic, the icy feeling creating a contrast with the rest of my body, which feels like it’s burning up. Deciding that my left breast isn’t getting enough attention, he moves to rectify that, his fingers brushing the delicate skin. My nipple stiffens as he brushes against it, pressing the icy magic against me for only a second before pulling away. His other hand takes over, his warm palm covering me and massaging my breast, kneading the sensitive flesh. He continues this way, switching from hot to cold, and it’s only enhancing my arousal, turning me on even more than I thought possible.
This continues, driving me senseless with pleasure and stimulation to the point where I almost feel disconnected from my body. I need them. If they want to heal me mind, body, and soul, then I need them physically. I appreciate the fact that they are doing this for meand working together to make sure I experience every pleasure they can offer. I really do. It makes me love them even more, but this goes beyond that. When I’m pleasuring them, it makes me feel good. I love to make them feel what I’m feeling, and I can’t do that if they refuse to let me touch them or bring them to orgasm.
What I want to tell them is that I need them inside menow. I need to feel their pulsing cocks and their cum in my pussy. I want them in every way, and their pleasure only increases my own. However, my brain is filled with pleasure, and I can barely think.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I rasp. “Fuck me now.”
There’s a brief pause, and I know they are trying to resist because they believe this is what’s best for me after what happened today. Really, it’s the opposite.
“Remind me what I’m fighting for.” Flushed and pining, I look around the room and meet their gazes, pushing my fractured feelings from the challenge and the attack down the bond—feelings that I’m unable to put into words but fill my mind so violently. “Remind me why all of this pain is worth it.”
I didn’t mean for those words to slip out, nor did I mean for my voice to crack at the end, my emotions getting the better of me. Blaming it on overstimulation and my desperate need to come again, I push back those feelings and wait for them to decide.
