Chapter 114
Kara
I felt his cock harden beneath me immediately, pressing against my core through too many layers of fabric.
Good.
"Yes," he breathed. "Please, Kara. Make me yours."
My fingers went to his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He helped, shrugging out of it, then his crisp white shirt. Each button I undid revealed more bronze skin, more muscle, more of the Alpha who'd chosen me over his mother tonight.
When I pulled off my own dress, Asher's hands trembled as he unhooked my bra. His black ebony and tobacco scent thickened until the small room was drowning in it—mixed with my white musk and snow, creating something new. Something that belonged only to us.
His lips found my throat. Found the three marks there—his on the right, Blake's on the left, Cole's at my nape. Silver scars that glowed faintly under the dim light, proof that three Alphas had claimed me.
"I still can't believe you're ours," he murmured against my skin.
"Then let me prove I'm yours to keep." I pushed him back flat on the bed. Leaned down until my nose brushed his throat, right over the pulse point. "Trust me."
"Always." His whole body was tense, instinct screaming at him to protect his throat. But he forced himself still, submitting to me in a way that made my own wolf purr with satisfaction.
I let my canines elongate. Pressed them against his skin, feeling his sharp inhale. Then I bit down—hard and deep, right into his scent gland.
Asher's shout echoed off the walls. His hands flew to my hips, gripping with bruising force as my white musk and snow scent flooded his system like liquid silver. It burned and soothed simultaneously, my essence rewriting his biology at the cellular level, marking him as mine the way he'd marked me.
"Oh fuck—Kara—fuck—" His hips bucked, cock now rock-hard and leaking against me. His scent exploded outward, black ebony and tobacco mixing with my musk until I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.
I held the bite for a long moment, making sure my mark went deep enough. Permanent enough. Then I pulled back, licking the wound to seal it, and watched the punctures glow silver before fading into a scar.
My mark. On his throat. Forever.
"Mine," I whispered.
Asher's eyes had gone pure gold—wolf fully present, Alpha completely submitted. "Yours. Always yours."
Somewhere in the house, I felt Blake and Cole both stumble through the bond. Felt their shock and arousal as they experienced Asher's claiming secondhand. Felt their wolves howl with need—when is it our turn?
But right now, this room, this moment—it belonged to me and Asher.
"Stand up," he commanded, voice rough.
I obeyed, standing on the bed with my feet on either side of his thighs, towering over him for the first time in my life. His hands slid up my calves, my thighs, hooking into my black lace panties and dragging them down.
Then he pulled me forward, settling me directly over his mouth.
"Oh god—" I braced against the wall, hands pressing against the tally marks I'd carved a decade ago. My legs shook as Asher's tongue found my clit, sucking hard enough to make me see stars.
This position was impossible. Standing while being devoured required balance I didn't have, muscles screaming in protest. But Asher was relentless, one hand gripping my ass to keep me in place while the other reached up to pluck at my nipple.
I looked down and saw him watching me with pure hunger, his free hand working his belt open, pulling out his cock—thick and flushed and weeping at the tip.
He bit my clit gently, and I screamed.
"Asher—I can't—too much—"
He pulled back just enough to speak. "You can. You will. Come on my face, Kara. Right here in this room. Take it back with pleasure."
Then his tongue was inside me, fucking me while his thumb circled my clit, and I stopped caring about balance or dignity or anything except the building pressure low in my belly.
When I came, it was with a broken sob, my legs nearly giving out. Asher caught me, flipping us somehow so I was on my back on the bed and he was above me, still fully clothed except for his open fly.
"Please," I gasped. "I need—"
"I know." He freed himself completely, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Hold onto me."
I wrapped my arms around his neck—around my mark on his throat—and he pushed inside in one smooth thrust that punched the air from my lungs.
Home. The word rang through the bond from both of us.
Asher started moving, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate. But then I bit his earlobe and whispered, "Fuck me like you mean it, Alpha. Make me forget this room was ever anything but ours."
Something in him snapped.
He grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head with one hand, and started pounding into me with abandon. The bed frame screeched in protest, slamming against the wall with each thrust. His free hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, angling me exactly where he wanted.
"Is this what you need?" he snarled, all pretense of control shattered. "Need me to fuck you until you can't remember anything except my name?"
"Yes—god yes—harder—"
He surged to his feet, taking me with him, still buried inside me. I shrieked as he pressed me against the wall—the wall with my childhood tally marks—and fucked me with brutal precision. Each thrust drove me up the wall, my back scraping against old paint.
"Asher!" My nails raked down his back, drawing blood. "Oh god—oh fuck—"
"That's it." His breath was ragged against my ear. "Scream for me. Let the whole house hear who you belong to."
I came with a wail that definitely carried beyond the room. My inner walls clamped down on him, milking his cock as my vision whited out from the intensity.
Asher followed me over with a roar, pumping into me in short, sharp bursts. I felt him swell, felt the hot rush of his release flooding my womb—so much of it that it started to leak out around his cock.
He immediately shifted positions, laying me on my back with a pillow under my hips, keeping himself inside me to prevent any spillage. His hand splayed possessively over my lower belly, which was slightly distended from the sheer volume of cum.
"Mine," he rumbled, still grinding into me slowly. Making sure every drop stayed where it belonged. "My mate. My Luna. Mine."
My eyes were heavy, body deliciously sore and satisfied. Through the bond, I felt Blake and Cole in the back gardens, their scents wild with arousal, Marcus having to order them to the back mountain to cool off before they came barging in.
Tomorrow, I thought drowsily, still impaled on Asher's cock. I'll mark Blake and Cole tomorrow...
But that was a problem for future-Kara.
Present-Kara was exactly where I needed to be—claimed and claiming, in a room that finally felt like mine.
"Sleep, love," Asher murmured, still inside me, arms wrapped around me like a living blanket. "I've got you."
For the first time in this room, I believed I was safe.
And I slept.