Chapter 7- Heat Frenzy Part 2
Elowen POV
After the door locks...
The second that door sealed, something primal snapped inside me, and in them too. Five mates. Five alphas. Five sex gods.
I was already slick, throbbing and needy as hell, splayed out on the bed with trembling thighs and flushed skin, panting like a feral thing in heat because… well, I was. My wolf Lyssira was howling inside me, clawing to be bred.
I looked up at my mates, my blue eyes hooded with lust. I grinned wickedly as I lowered my hand between my own legs, gasping at the wetness I found there. I began rubbing a slow circle around my throbbing clit with my fingers, my back arched and my moans filling the room. The scent of my lust filled the air like perfume.
Daxon was the first to lose control. He was already halfway shifted, his fangs bared, his claws gouging into the wood as he growled, “Get her on her knees. She’s taking my knot first.”
Ashrian snarled at him, bloodlust glittering in his eyes. “Not fucking likely, mutt. I die before I let you have her first.”
Vaelrix’s dragon side cracked through with smoke curling from his nostrils, his voice rough and warning. “She chooses. You want a war in this room, or do you want to knot your fucking queen?”
My voice came out as a wrecked moan. “All of you. I need all of you.”
Lachlan and Bram worked together to flip me over, one hand on my hips, the other bracing my chest. I was on all fours, dripping, begging, shaking with need. Lyssira was gone, sobbing, laughing, screaming for her mates. My whole body burned like fire and moonlight and fucking divine fever.
Daxon took me first.
He slammed into me with a deep, possessive growl, rutting like the beast he was, his cock swelling with every stroke. I clawed the sheets, braced myself, and screamed when he locked into place, that thick bulb at the base of his cock swelling until I was stuck, claimed, filled so fucking deep it felt like he was in my goddamn soul.
“Mine,” he hissed in my ear. “Knotted to me forever.” I groaned and wiggled against him, the feel of that massive knot pushing me into an orgasm. My pussy clenched around him and Daxon growled as he filled me with his seed.
The others weren’t patient.
Ashrian kissed me through the tears, tongue sliding into my mouth as his cock brushed my thigh, his voice smooth and wicked. “Soon, little wolf. You’re taking us all.”
Vaelrix climbed over me next, sliding in beside Daxon, his cock brushing my other entrance. “Ready for a double claim, El?” he rasped, and I moaned like a whore at the thought.
They didn’t wait. The second Daxon’s knot deflated enough to slip free with a wet pop, Vaelrix took his place, sliding into my still spread folds and filling me all over again.
I screamed his name as he slammed his massive cock into me, over and over. My tits bouncing under me and Lachlan was pinching my nipples and the feeling was so intense, I squirted release all over Vaelrix's cock. He groaned with pleasure as his cock swelled to his knot and locked us into place.
I arched my ass into him, encouraging him to move as his knot filled me to the brim. We came together in an explosion and I saw fucking stars. When his cock finally slipped out of me, I sighed in pleasure. "More, I need more!" I panted.
Lachlan’s voice was low and guttural as he lined himself up behind me, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other gripping my hip like he owned it. “Aye, look at ye… drippin’ fer me already, so fuckin’ greedy.” He growled in my ear, grinding the thick head of his cock against my soaked folds.
“Beg me, lass. I wanna hear that filthy little tongue say my name while I stuff ye full.”
I whimpered, bucked back against him, and he snapped his hips forward, burying himself balls deep in one hard thrust.
“Och, fuuuck… yer cunt was made for me. Tight wee thing tryin’ tae milk me already, so desperate for my fuckin’ knot, aren’t ye?”
He pistoned into me slow at first, then rough, each thrust shaking the bed as he cursed under his breath.
“That’s it, Elowen. Take it. Take all o’ me. Squeeze me like that again, and I’ll knot ye so deep ye’ll feel me in yer throat.”
My body arched, wild and gasping, and Lachlan slammed into me one last time, his thick knot swelling inside me until we were locked together, cock throbbing, heat crashing over us like lightning.
“There ye go, mo chridhe… knotted tae yer mate like a good little wolf. Look at ye, blushed, bred, and tremblin’.”
He leaned in, licking the shell of my ear. “Next time, I’ll do it while yer screamin’ my name in front o’ the whole fuckin’ pack.”
Bram’s voice was a deep, growling rasp against my ear, full of raw need and possessive heat. “You feel that, sunshine?” he grunted, thrusting slow and deep. “That stretch… that’s all me. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. Not that I’d fuckin’ let ‘em try.”
He grabbed my hips, pulling me flush as his cock swelled inside me, thick and insistent. His knot was forming, and I gasped.
“Oh, yeah… you’re takin’ it. So greedy for me, so fuckin’ perfect.”
“You were made for this, El. Made for my cock. My knot. My cubs,” he growled, biting my shoulder just enough to mark. “Say it. Tell me you want it.”
When I moaned his name, trembling under him, he snarled in satisfaction.
“Good girl. Gonna knot you so deep, so full, they’ll smell me on you for a fuckin’ week.”
Then, with a final, brutal thrust, his knot locked, and his voice dropped to a possessive whisper...
“Mine. Always.”
My breath hitched as Ashrian stepped into the candlelight, shirtless, pale chest dusted with scars and a trail of dark hair that made my mouth water. His eyes glowed bloodred, locked on me like he could see straight through my skin to every filthy thought I’d ever had about him.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice like velvet dipped in sin. “Dripping with need and smelling like heaven and heat. You gonna beg, little goddess, or should I just take what’s already mine?”
I gasped as he was suddenly in front of me, fangs bared, fingers fisting in my hair. His mouth brushed mine, but he didn’t kiss me. Not yet. Just let his voice curl through me like smoke and shadow.
“Do you even realize what you do to me? I can hear your heart pounding from across the godsdamned hall. Your scent… fuck, Elowen. It’s like bloodlust and moonlight and sex all rolled into one.”
His hand slid down to my throat, not squeezing, just claiming. His other hand dragged down my belly and between my thighs, making me writhe. My back arched, offering, desperate.
“You want my knot tonight, love?” he whispered darkly. “Want me to fill you so deep and full you can’t even speak my name without moaning it?”
“Yes..fuck, Ash, yes,” I panted, nails digging into his back.
He hissed like a predator. “Then beg. On your knees. Show me you’re mine.”
I dropped for him, trembling with need, and he rewarded me with a growl so deep it vibrated through the floor. When he finally took me, it wasn’t soft or slow. It was savage. Consuming. Worship wrapped in ruin.
He pinned me to the mattress with his body, fangs scraping my neck, whispering filth into my ear as he pounded into me. Over and over, until I was sobbing, shaking, owned. I mianed his name and begged, "Bite me..."
He struck like a viper, burying his fangs in my neck and I hissed in pleasure as he fed from me. It was orgasmic. He kept fucking my already cum soaked pussy relentlessly as I writhed under him.
And when he knotted inside me, when I screamed his name like a prayer gone blasphemous, he just laughed against my throat and bit down. “Mine,” he snarled, voice wrecked. “Marked. Filled. Fucked. Forever.”
By the end of it, I was trembling in the center of the bed, covered in bite marks, flooded with their seed, and still begging for more.
“You’re glowing,” Lachlan whispered, his lips against my temple. “Your magic… your womb… it’s calling to us.”
“Fuck,” Daxon grunted, licking my shoulder where he’d marked me again. “We just might’ve bred her.”
Ashrian chuckled darkly. “We’ll know soon enough. Until then… we’re not done.”
Because knots or not, they weren’t stopping until I couldn’t walk for a week.
And I didn’t want them to.