Chapter 176 Chapter 175

Chapter 176 Chapter 175
Aloria.

My back arches so violently it looks as though my spine might snap. Each thrust from both of them hits the barrier of my cervix, and the dull pressure, which should have hurt, instantly transforms into pleasure so profound it feels like my brain is melting.

Kairos' and Draven's growls mix with my screams, along with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, creating an erotic symphony that seems to echo back to us. As they approach the edge, I can feel them stiffening, their bodies growing even larger as their wolves inch closer to the surface, their canines already lengthening and grazing the sensitive flesh at the crook of my neck.

Just as it feels like I'm about to tumble over the edge, they sink their teeth into me simultaneously, sending a shockwave of pain through my body that mixes with the mind-numbing pleasure I'm already experiencing.

I scream, my vision turning completely white. It's just too much.

My entire body buckles, detonates, as the sensation of their bites courses through my veins, searing every cell in my body, rewriting my soul from the inside. It feels like I've been dipped into a pot of burning oil.

Just... too much.

It's so overwhelming that I don't realize when I reach out and bite into Draven's neck as well.

"Ugh..." Draven growls, not pulling away. "That's it... Bite me, love. Make me yours." He snarls, his voice more animal than male.

I keep my teeth deep in his flesh, feeling the frantic pulse of his veins against my teeth, my head spinning, my heart close to bursting.

Yet.. The sensation feels incomplete.

Very carefully, he pulls his neck away from my mouth, and through the haze, I feel another neck at my lips.

Kairos.

"Go on..." he encourages me, his voice gravelly and deep.

I let out a keening sound and bite into him too, hard.

The coppery taste of blood floods my mouth, coating my tongue and I swallow it down, deep tremors rolling through me, stealing my breath.

He tenses around me, a low growl escaping his lips, but he doesn't pull away.

Eventually, their bodies stiffen, muscles locking like iron as they drive themselves as deep as possible, reaching their climax.

My scream is a primal, inhuman thing. My entire body goes rigid, my back bowing away from them in a perfect arc as my nervous system short-circuits. The sensation of the knots expanding inside me is overwhelming; it feels as though my insides are being forcibly reshaped, stretched to the point of bursting by the sudden, massive increase in volume.

Then comes the flood. With the knots sealing them in, the release erupts. It isn't just a release; it's a volcanic torrent. I can feel the hot, thick streams hammering against my walls, filling every available millimeter of space. Because the knots have sealed me off, there is nowhere for it to go except deeper inside me.

A broken, strained sound gurgles from my mouth as the overwhelming sensation consumes me. My lower belly swells slightly beneath the intensity of everything my body is struggling to contain, sending twitches up and around my body.

The overwhelming fullness creates a sensation of complete surrender. The physical pressure of being knotted so deeply, combined with the internal flood of their release, makes me feel as though I have been claimed not just physically, but spiritually.

"There, that's it.. " Draven groans, his breathing ragged, body trembling as he gazes at me. "We've got you, aloria.. We're not letting you go... So perfect" He murmurs, pressing kisses all over my face, movements frantic.

I whimper, still fighting for my breath. My body continues to spasm around the massive intrusions, my body clenching reflexively around the swollen knots in a desperate attempt to draw every last drop of their essence.

The alphas' breathing is ragged, and we all collapse onto the bed, our bodies a heaping mess of tangled limbs and sweaty skin, the air thick with our shared musk, the metallic tang of blood, and heat.

Slowly, the world begins to reassemble itself. The only sounds are our ragged, uneven breathing and the distant chirping of insects and nocturnal animals outside the cottage. Draven and Kairos don't pull away immediately. They can't. Their knots keep them firmly within me, locking us in place.

Their hands wrap around me possessively, holding me close as if afraid that if they let go, I might vanish. I lean in to them, my breathing ragged, my body still twitching from the aftershocks of my orgasm.

"Aloria..." Draven whispers, his voice wrecked and raw. He pulls back just enough to press a kiss to my temple, then another to my cheekbone. His dark eyes, though still heavy with exhaustion, burn with a new, terrifyingly genuine tenderness.

"You're ours," he murmurs against my skin, not as a command this time, but as a quiet, absolute truth. "No more fights, no more pretense. You are ours. Mine."

I nod, letting out a small sound, unable to form words just yet.

Finally, once the buzzing in my body settles into a low hum, I whisper hoarsely, "You're right... It was overwhelming. But... I love it."

Kairos lets out a chuckle then, his expression unexpectedly tender. "We told you you would," he groans, his voice still rough. His gaze travels to my neck, and a shadow crosses his eyes. "The mark... It held," he says, almost in awe.

My breath hitches before a gentle ripple of relief and happiness courses through me, all the tension bleeding away.

"Really?" I ask. I can feel the dull throbbing at both sides of my neck and it makes my heart flutter to see that this is a success.

He nods, a corner of his lips quirking into a smile.

"Sleep, Aloria," Draven whispers to me, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. "You're exhausted. Tomorrow will be there, but tonight... tonight you're simply ours."

"We've got you," Kairos murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips, his voice a soothing rumble. "We've got you. We're not going anywhere."

At his words, the rest of the tension bleeds out of me, a wave of exhaustion so profound crashing over me, turning my limbs to water. My eyelids grow heavy, and I sink into the bed, drifting into a much-needed sleep, sated and protected by the males dearest to me.