Chapter 86
Kara
They move as one.
Asher's hands flip me onto my back. Blake's fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down my legs. Cole cradles my head, his mint-scent washing over me like a wave.
"Safe word?" Asher demands. His eyes are pure gold now, wolf fully present.
"Mistletoe," I gasp.
"Good girl." He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "Now let us show you what it means to be ours."
Cole kisses me first—deep and slow, his tongue exploring my mouth while his fingers thread through my hair. The mint-taste of him makes my head spin.
Then Blake's mouth is on my inner thigh, working higher. "I'm gonna make you scream, Princess," he growls against my skin. "Gonna make you forget every bad thing we ever did."
And Asher—God, Asher drags the dress off my body entirely, leaving me bare except for the marks on my neck. His black ebony wraps around me, possessive and protective all at once.
"You're perfect," he breathes. "Every inch of you. And tonight? Tonight we worship you properly."
Blake's tongue finds my clit, and I arch off the bed. The sensation is too much—too intense—but Cole swallows my cries with another kiss.
"That's it," Asher murmurs. He's moved to my breast, his mouth closing over my nipple. "Let go, Kara. Let us catch you."
Through the bond, I feel them: Asher's controlled hunger, Blake's wild desperation, Cole's tender devotion. All of it pouring into me, mixing with my own overwhelming need.
Blake adds two fingers inside me, curling them perfectly, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like lightning. I scream into Cole's mouth, my body convulsing as pleasure whites out every thought.
But they don't stop.
Blake keeps licking, slower now, drawing out aftershocks. Asher's mouth moves to my other breast. Cole breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, pausing at each mark to suck.
"Please," I whimper. "I need—I need—"
"What do you need, Luna?" Asher pulls back, his eyes blazing. "Tell us."
I look at each of them. At the three men who've marked me, claimed me, chosen me.
And I make my choice.
"I need you inside me." My voice is steady despite the trembling in my limbs. "All of you. Together."
Blake's grin is pure sin. "Fuck yes."
Through the bond, their emotions crash into me: shock, lust, love so intense it makes my chest ache.
"Are you sure?" Cole's hand cups my cheek. "Baby, last night was your first time. If we do this—if we take you together—it's going to be intense."
"I'm sure." I reach for him, then Blake, then Asher. "I want to feel all of you. I want—I want to be yours in every way."
Asher's black ebony explodes. "On one condition."
I wait.
"You stay in control." His gaze is fierce. "You set the pace. You tell us if anything hurts. And if you say stop—"
"You stop," I finish. "I know. I trust you."
And the terrifying thing? I mean it.
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Blake
We arrange ourselves carefully. Cole lies on his back first, his mint-scent steadying Kara as she straddles him. I watch her sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, and the sight nearly makes me lose my fucking mind.
"That's my girl," Cole groans. His hands grip her hips, helping guide her. "You're taking me so well."
Asher moves behind her, and I see the moment Kara realizes what's about to happen. Her eyes widen.
"Breathe," Asher commands. "And trust me."
He's prepared her carefully—more oil, gentle fingers working her open—but when he finally presses inside, Kara's entire body goes taut.
"Asher—" Her voice breaks.
"I know." His forehead drops to her shoulder. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You were made for this. Made for us."
Slowly—so fucking slowly—he pushes deeper. I can see the moment she adjusts, the moment the pain shifts to something else.
"Oh," she breathes. "Oh my God."
"Now me," I say roughly. I position myself in front of her, threading my fingers through her golden curls. "Open up, Baby. Let me in."
She does. Her lips part, and I slide into her mouth—careful, controlled, even though every instinct screams at me to take.
And then we're moving. All three of us.
Cole beneath her, thrusting up in slow, deep strokes. Asher behind her, matching Cole's rhythm. And me in front, watching her eyes water as she takes everything we give.
Through the bond, I feel it: she's not overwhelmed. She's powerful.
She's controlling all three of us with nothing but her body, her scent, her absolute trust.
"Fuck, Kara," Cole gasps. "You feel—you're squeezing me so tight—"
"Because you're perfect," Asher grits out. His control is slipping. "Every inch of you is fucking perfect."
I pull out of her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe. "Tell me you love this," I demand. "Tell me you love being filled by your mates."
"I love it," she sobs. Tears stream down her face, but through the bond, I feel only pleasure. "I love—oh God—I love all of you—"
And that's when I feel it through the pack bond: she's close.
Her white musk spirals out of control, mixing with our scents until the whole room smells like pack. Like home.
"Come for us," Asher commands. His Alpha voice—irresistible. "Come on our cocks, Luna. Show us you accept this bond."
Kara's scream is muffled as I slide back into her mouth. But I feel it through every nerve ending—the way she clenches around Cole, the way she spasms around Asher, the way her throat contracts around me.
And then we're all falling.
Cole comes first, his mint exploding like a fucking bomb. "Kara—fuck—I can't—"
Asher follows seconds later, his roar shaking the windows. His black ebony floods the room, so thick I can barely breathe.
And then it's my turn. My knot swells, locking us in place, and I come so hard my vision goes white. My gunpowder-scent detonates, mixing with theirs, until the four of us are drowning in it.
For a moment, there's only sensation. Heat. Pleasure. The bond singing with connection so deep it feels like our souls are tangled.
Then, slowly, reality returns.
Cole is still buried inside her. Asher hasn't pulled out. I'm locked in her throat, my knot taking its time to deflate.
We're a tangled mass of limbs and scents and pure, overwhelming rightness.
"Holy shit," Cole breathes.
"Understatement," Asher mutters.
I carefully slide out of Kara's mouth, and she immediately gasps for air. "That was—I can't—"
"Perfect," I finish for her. "You were fucking perfect, Baby."
Through the bond, I feel her satisfaction. Her pride.
She just took three Alphas simultaneously and survived. More than survived—she conquered.
Our fierce little Luna.
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Kara
They care for me with the same intensity they used to claim me.
Blake retrieves warm cloths, cleaning me gently while murmuring apologies for being too rough (he wasn't). Cole brings water, holding the glass to my lips and making sure I drink every drop. Asher massages my sore muscles, his touch so tender I almost cry.
"How do you feel?" Asher asks quietly.
I consider the question. My body aches in places I didn't know existed. I can still feel them—echoes of their presence inside me. The marks on my neck pulse with synchronized heat.
But through the bond? I feel whole.
"I feel like I finally came home," I whisper.
Three sets of arms tighten around me.
"You are home," Cole murmurs against my hair. "You always were. We were just too stupid to realize it."
"But we know now," Blake adds. His gunpowder-scent wraps around me like a blanket. "And we're never letting you go."
Asher presses a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep, Luna. We'll be here when you wake."
I want to protest. Want to stay awake and memorize this moment—the feel of them surrounding me, protecting me, loving me.
But exhaustion wins.