Chapter 119
Kara
Cole stilled immediately, his chest heaving. Through the bond, I felt him wrestle his wolf back under control, felt the monumental effort it took. His scent was going wild—the mint had turned almost sweet, the ozone crackling with barely restrained power.
"It's all of those things," he admitted roughly, his eyes still more gold than blue. "The mark is driving me insane. The bond is screaming at me to claim you. My biology is demanding I make you mine in every possible way." He cupped my face, forcing me to meet his molten gaze. "But under all of that? I love you, Kara. The girl who survived hell and still chose to trust us. Who still has fight in her even when she's terrified. Who just marked me because she wanted to, not because she had to."
The truth of it echoed through the bond, mixing with Asher and Blake's fierce agreement from miles away. I felt their love wrapping around me like a blanket, three different textures of devotion that somehow fit together perfectly.
I kissed him again, pouring everything I couldn't say into it. My jeans came off next, my panties, until I was bare in his lap while he was still fully clothed. The inequality should have made me self-conscious, but instead it felt like power—my power over him. The way his hands shook as they traced over my skin, the way his breathing turned ragged just from looking at me.
"Touch me," I whispered against his lips. "Show me I made the right choice."
His hand slid between my thighs, and I gasped at the first contact. He found me already wet and ready, my body responding to the bond, to the mark, to him. He groaned, the sound reverberating through his chest and into mine.
"So perfect," he breathed, his fingers sliding through my slickness. "So fucking perfect for us. Already so wet, baby. Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I whimpered as he found my clit, circling it with maddening precision. "All for you. Only for you—for all of you—"
He worked me with his fingers—slow, deliberate circles that had me gasping and grinding against his hand. His other hand came up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through my bra until I was writhing in his lap.
"Cole—please—"
"Shh, I've got you." His thumb found my clit again, pressing and releasing in a rhythm that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Let me take care of you, baby. Let me show you what you do to me."
He slid one finger inside me, then two, his palm grinding against my clit with each thrust. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip, hard and insistent, but he made no move to free himself. This was all about me, about proving that he was here for me.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips finding the marks on my neck—Asher's and Blake's—and kissing them reverently. "So beautiful when you let go. Want to watch you come apart for me, Kara. Want to feel you clench around my fingers."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his hand, pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel the orgasm building, tightening low in my belly, and then—
He curled his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made me see white, and I shattered.
The orgasm tore through me, my body clenching around his fingers as I cried out his name. Through the bond, I felt Asher and Blake experiencing echoes of my pleasure, felt them groaning in response wherever they were.
Cole worked me through it, his fingers gentling as I came down, his other hand stroking my back in soothing circles. When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me with such tender devotion that it made my chest ache.
"Beautiful," he whispered, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. The sight made heat pool in my belly again, made me clench around nothing. "You taste like heaven, baby. Like everything I've ever wanted."
I reached for his belt, but he caught my hands.
"Not yet," he said, and I felt the bond shift as he communicated silently with his brothers. "First, I need to be inside you. Need to feel you around me. Can I—?"
"Yes." I didn't let him finish. "Yes, Cole. Please."
He freed himself quickly, his cock hard and leaking as he positioned me over him. I felt the blunt head pressing against my entrance, and then he was guiding me down slowly, letting me adjust to his size.
The stretch was perfect, bordering on too much, and I heard myself whimper as he filled me inch by inch. His hands gripped my hips, not controlling but supporting, letting me set the pace.
"Look," he commanded when I was finally seated fully on him, both of us panting. He turned my face toward the window. "Look at what you've claimed."
Through the fogged glass, I could see the frozen beauty of the ice-strewn bay, the mountains rising in the distance, the sky beginning to shift toward sunset. And reflected faintly in the window—us. Me straddling him, his hands on my hips, the fresh mark vivid on his neck.
"Mine," I breathed, not sure if I meant him or this moment or all of it.
"Yours," he agreed, and then he was moving, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, the angle hitting something inside me that made me gasp. "All of us. Forever."
He set a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that had me clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Each movement pushed me higher, the pleasure building again with shocking speed.
"I love you," he panted against my neck, his teeth grazing my mark. "I love you, I love you, I love you—"
The words, the feeling of him inside me, the bond singing between us—it was too much. The orgasm crashed over me again, harder this time, and I felt him follow moments later, his release pulsing inside me as he buried his face in my hair.
We stayed like that for long moments, both trembling, both gasping for air. Outside, the sun painted the ice floes gold and crimson, but I barely noticed. All I could focus on was Cole's heartbeat against mine, the cooling sweat on our skin, the bond humming contentedly between us.
"I love you too," I finally whispered into the charged silence. "Thank you for showing me that violence can be protection. That strength can be gentle. That I'm allowed to claim you just as much as you claim me."
Cole lifted his head, his eyes back to their normal blue but still bright with emotion and unshed tears. "We're yours, Kara. All three of us. However you want us, whenever you want us. Never doubt that."
He kissed me again, soft and sweet, and I felt it then—the absolute certainty that this was real. That they were mine, and I was theirs, and nothing would ever change that.
One more, my wolf purred contentedly. One more mark, and they're completely ours.