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I feel bad about leaving Luna in a cabin on her own, especially while she’s still so quiet, but I trust the wolves not to harm her. My mates and I really need some time alone together to decompress after the battle at Haven. One of us has always had to stay awake to guard the others while we were sleeping outside of the protection of the witches and wolves. This made it difficult for us to bond, not to mention awkward while Luna was with us. I’m sure Luna would understand that we need some alone time together, but having her in the next room… Let’s just say she might not get any sleep with us only separated by a single wall.
However, I am also really grateful that we’re not sleeping in the same cabin my father and I lived in together. With him gone, it would feel wrong for me to be safe and snuggled up with my mates in a space I once shared with him. Glancing around the L-shaped reception room and small kitchen, I note that the cabin is about the same size as my old one. A decent-sized bathroom is in the small corridor off to the right, which makes the main difference between the two cabins one very large bedroom rather than the two separate ones I grew up in. A large bed takes up most of the space, and while it’s going to be a squeeze, we should all fit on there.
As soon as I walk over the threshold and into the bedroom, I start removing my clothing. I’m so exhausted after our journey here, and I just want to feel my mates against me. Not even necessarily in a sexual way, I just need to be intimate with them to reconnect and reset after such stressful times. However, I have very little self-control when my mates are naked around me.
I feel gross and really need a shower, but the bed is calling to me. Pulling back the sheets, I practically fall face first onto the mattress. With a ridiculous noise that sounds more like it belongs in a porn movie than from the simple motion of getting into bed, I stretch my limbs and sink into the soft mattress.
A snort of amusement has me lifting my head and taking in my mates in the doorway. They all seem so big—not just physically, but their personalities too—that it’s strange to see them here in my old homeland.
Joel is watching me with hungry eyes as he leans against the doorframe, a smile on his lips. I want him badly, but with a twinge of guilt, I realise that he probably wants to spend time with his pack members who gave up their place in their pack to protect mine.
Propping myself up, I meet his eyes. “You can go see your pack mates, I’m sure you want to catch up with them.”
Joel pushes away from the doorframe and slowly walks towards me with the grace of a leopard, his gaze predatory as he takes in my naked form. “I do, but they can wait. My mate is more important.” Reaching my side, he leans down and kisses me, cupping my cheek tenderly. “Besides, you are my pack now.”
My heart flutters in my chest, his love for me so obvious it’s impossible not to swoon at his words. He’s right though, we are a pack in our own right—a mishmash of both witches and werewolves coming together and forming a family. That’s all a pack is really, a family whose loyalties are thicker than blood.
“He’s right. If one of the… pack needs us, then we’re here.”
Atlas’s voice takes me by surprise. Not the fact that he’s speaking, but what he’s saying. This is ahugerealisation for Atlas, even if he stumbled on the word pack. His attitude has changed from only being here to support me to pledging his support of the whole group.
I can see that the others are surprised too, but it’s a happy type of shock, and one that makes them re-evaluate their own stance on our little pack.
“Atlas,” I begin, and honestly, I’m not sure what I’m going to say next. My bonds warm in my chest with my feelings of gratitude and hope. Thankfully, I don’t need to worry about that as he cuts me off.
“Seeing how everyone has rallied together in support of each other, and how you’ve all automatically accepted Nicolai back into the group even though he’s no longer a wolf… Well, it made me realise that what I thought was family was actually just a way to control me. Being with everyone here has been an eye-opening experience for me.”
He looks embarrassed by his little emotional speech, and I know I’m not the only one moved by his words. When my eyes sting with tears this time, it’s not from sadness or fear.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand, offering it to him to draw him closer.
Joel steps away, making space for the other male, and I send a wave of gratitude down our bond. Despite being an alpha, he’s willing to let someone else take the place that should rightfully be his. It’s just one of the many reasons I love him. He can see the needs of others and put them above his own.
Atlas slowly undresses as he moves forward, each piece of clothing dropping to the floor and revealing his smooth, tattooed skin. All thoughts of just lying quietly together, skin to skin, quickly fly from my mind as arousal tingles through my bloodstream. He’s mouth-wateringly gorgeous, and I want to taste every inch of him. As he kicks his boxers to the floor, his cock stands to attention, already hard from seeing me naked. His eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch, and I know he’s not the only one from the rustle of clothing and the hot weight of their gazes.
Taking my hand, he climbs onto the bed and gently pushes me back, moving me until I’m resting against the headboard. Crawling up my body, he straddles me and presses a slow, hot kiss against my lips. I can’t help the groan that escapes me as I eagerly kiss him back, my body alight with sensations. I’m fully aware of being watched as we kiss, which might be off putting for some, but it’s the opposite for me. I can feel how much they love to watch, getting off on my pleasure. Those emotions simply cycle around the bond, growing and building with each second. It’s intimate, and despite the fact they’ve not touched me, I’m so aroused.
As Atlas continues to kiss me, I feel his hand move down my body, his fingers leaving a trail of desire behind until he reaches my core. As soon as he brushes my clit, my back arches and my legs open automatically, causing the guys to chuckle and mutter their appreciation.
I obviously give him the reaction he was hoping for, as Atlas breaks away from the kiss with a grin, shimmying down my body until he’s kneeling between my legs. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses as he works his way down to my core, pressing a kiss to my needy clit. I gasp, my hands balling into fists in the sheets. Chuckling, he licks around my clit, through my folds, and presses his tongue into my entrance.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says, his mouth still against my most intimate parts as he speaks, the vibration almost enough to bring me to climax on its own.
Syn decides that he’s had enough of simply watching and joins us on the bed, lying beside me. His naked body presses against my side, and he props himself up on one elbow, moving in to take my nipple into his mouth. Sucking the sensitive flesh, he flicks it with his tongue, each movement sending sparks of desire straight down to my core.
Joel moves to stand by the headboard, his hand sliding into my hair as he glances down with a glint of adoration in his eyes. “That’s it, mate,” he grumbles in a low voice, the deep timbre moving through me with each word. “You’re so beautiful lying there. All of this is for you. We would burn the world to the ground if we knew it would make you happy.”
His words, coupled with Syn’s and Atlas’s ministrations, prove to be too much for me, and my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. Pleasure fills every inch of my body, wringing moans from me as I ride it out. Syn keeps up his attention on my breast, going as far as to nip my nipple, extending my orgasm to its full potential.
Panting, sweaty, and feeling more alive than I have in days, I open my eyes, finding Atlas looking very satisfied between my legs. He starts to move, as though to make way for someone else. His cock is swollen and needy, ready for me, but he’s prepared to put his pleasure at bay for the good of the pack. There was never a chance that I was going to let him leave my side without coming at least once, but now I just want to do it all the more.
“Fuck me, mate,” I instruct, my voice raspy from my shouts of pleasure.
His eyes briefly flick around the room as if expecting someone to protest, but when they don’t, his silver eyes return to mine, desire shining in them. The hungry look he gives me makes me bite down on my lower lip, the predator in him preparing to take what’s his. He may not be a werewolf, but there’s always been a darker side to Atlas that made him stand out. I assumed it had to do with the way he was brought up, but whatever it is allows him to settle within a pack of werewolves and maintain a position of strength.
Not needing to be told twice, Atlas grasps his cock firmly and lines it up with my entrance, pushing into my pussy as our eyes lock. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the stretch as he fills me completely.
“Eyes on Atlas, mate,” Joel instructs, using his grip on my hair to lift my head. It doesn’t hurt, he would never do anything that hurt me, just a light tug to encourage my movement, and I discover that it’s actually a huge turn-on.
