The Claiming

Morgan wrapped her hand around Jordan’s throat. “You enjoyed fucking with me at the wedding reception, huh?”

His eyes darkened. “Morgan—”

“Stop talking. Do you know how hard it is not to punish you? You poke and poke, without fully understanding how badly it makes me want to hurt you.” He smirked. Standing, she scooted the chair away with her foot, then sat on the desk. She beckoned him, and when he drew closer, she ran her finger roughly against his lips. “The way this mouth of yours begs me to devour it.” She kissed him passionately, groaning into his mouth. Tugging at his towel, she pulled it off and tore away her own panties. She ran her tongue against her bottom lip and waved the ripped fabric in his face. “Show me how much you hate it when I wear these,” she said.

Jordan gazed at her, then whispered in her ear, “That dirty mouth of yours, and the sexy way you dress, are two of the reasons I fell in love with you years ago.”

“Y-you loved me?”

“Mhm. For a while. I didn’t fully understand until I found out you were my Luna. I don’t think it would have mattered, though, if you were or not. For me, you’ve belonged to me for some time now.” He pulled her to him and sucked on his fingers before inserting them inside of her. Pulling them out, his eyes shifted in color when she grabbed his hand and placed his wet fingers inside of her mouth. She sucked hard. “Damn,” he murmured, and yanked them roughly from her mouth. He inserted them back inside her and worked his fingers against her sweet spot. She grabbed his hardened manhood and he groaned. “Morgan…”

“Do you not recognize me as your Luna?” He nodded, his senses on overdrive. “Good, but since you slipped up, I’m not being nice.” Stroking, she bowed her head, and let spit fall from her mouth onto him. The intensity of her movements caused his climax to rise and fall.

He grunted and removed her hand. “Not yet, Honey,” he said, but he continued to pleasure her. He pulled at her dress and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Feeling her orgasm approach, Jordan tortured her, the way she’d done him moments prior. He quickened his pace and ran his tongue against her neck. “You know what you have to say…”

“Please, *Alpha*,” she begged, with tears in her eyes. Pulling his fingers from her, Jordan entered her wetness and hit her spot again. “Fuck,” she moaned, and pulled him close to her. Her canines throbbed, and she nicked the back of his ear. The taste of his blood sending her into bloodlust, she dug her teeth into him. Jordan gave a guttural growl, and he clawed into the desk. He slammed into her hard, holding off his release as an earth-shattering climax caused Morgan to moan loudly again.

Breathless, she caressed her face, and he kissed the bridge of her nose. Pulling himself from her, he pecked her dedicatedly on the lips. “See you soon, Ms. Pierce,” he murmured as he pulled her down from the desk. He watched her leave to find Sterling and chuckled when he heard his wolf.

*“Fucking hell, that woman knows what we like.”*

*“Almost lost the battle there, and you didn’t even help.”*

*“Eh, you know it was fun. Plus our mate is full of surprises, and that was a good one.”*

Jordan placed his hand over his mark. *“A great one,”* he corrected.

*“Definitely a great one. Let’s keep her forever.”*

Morgan tip-toed to the other part of the suite. Finding Sterling in the shower, she approached him and kissed his back. “Are you drunk?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “No.”

She placed her hands around his waist and massaged his muscular chest. “Do you want me to go?” she asked as she traveled down to his shaft.

The massage of her hand caused him to gruff. “No.”

Releasing him, she turned him around and dropped to her knees. Taking him into her mouth, she enjoyed hearing him curse under his breath. “Shit, Morgan,” he murmured, and she wrapped her tongue around him. His hands in her hair, he guided her until he felt his release near. He pulled himself from her mouth and made her stand. Placing her on his shoulders, she felt the coolness of the tile against her back. Sterling drove his tongue deep inside her, and she groaned.

Wrapping her fingers in his hair, she grinded against his face. Following the roll of her hips with his tongue, he steadied her as her body jerked. “I’m about to cum,” she said, and he lowered her to him. Slowly entering her, he stroked inside, and she gripped into his hair. She placed her canines on the back of his ear and nicked the skin. Feeling herself approaching, she closed her eyes tightly, and she sank her teeth into his flesh. Sterling hoarsely growled and slammed his fist into the tile of the shower as her entire body convulsed from the orgasm he’d given her.

“You alright, Little Red?” he asked as he removed the hair from her face. She nodded, and he smirked, putting her down.

*“Damn, our mate could woo a priest out of his robes,”* his wolf said.

*“Yeah, she doesn’t give a damn about us trying to be a good wolf.”* He briefly ran his finger over his mark. *“Wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”*

*“Same. Now let’s finish this. I want to keep her forever.”*

Sterling extended a hand to her, and she followed him from the bathroom to the bedroom. They found Jordan already in the room, and the twins sandwiched her.

“Alright. Honey, you have two choices.” He whispered one in her ear, while Sterling whispered the other.

Promptly placing her hand over her backside, Morgan’s face flushed. “Number one. The other is a no-fly zone, at least right now.”

Sterling laughed. “I love her so much,” he said to Jordan.

“Me too.”

Taking her hands, they guided her to the bed. Lying on his side, Jordan kissed her temple. “This might hurt a bit, but we’ll go slow, and if you relax, it will get easier.” She nodded, and they each took one of her breasts into their mouths. Making sure she was wet, Jordan lifted one of her legs. He entered her and slowly stroked for a moment. Feeling her grow wetter, he whispered in her ear, “Why do you always feel so fucking good?”

Her entire body was on fire, and she grinded against him in response. Sterling nibbled on her shoulder before lifting her other leg. He slowly entered, and she froze as pain shot through her vagina. They stopped and kissed her body and waited until she was relaxed again. Morgan grinded against them, and the pain turned to pleasure as they thrusted tenderly inside her. Licking her neck, they arched it, and placed their lips on the unclaimed skin behind each side of her ears.

“Please…oh….I’m about to…” They nicked her. Morgan’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and the pace of their thrust continued. Simultaneously sinking their canines into her skin, their eyes burned bright, tasting her blood. Their three wolves entwined, and Jordan and Sterling gritted their teeth. Rolling harder into them, tears fell from her eyes as they all released. “Wow. Will it always be intense like that?” she asked.

“Whenever we’re all together, yes,” Jordan said. “Morgan, we want you to know it’s okay to want time with each of us apart.”

“Yeah, Little Red, we definitely enjoy having you with us both, but we also want to have time with you alone.” Morgan smiled and kissed them both. As they basked in the claiming of their mate, the brothers sent mind links.

*“How long will it take?”* Sterling asked.

*“They’re working on it now. Did you get the rings?”*

*“Pick them up next week. Once it’s built, everything will fall into place.”*

Two Alphas, whose Luna fell asleep in their arms, smiled at the fact she had no idea they were going to propose to her after she graduated.