Chapter 85: 85

As Ragnar picks me up, effortlessly slinging me over his shoulder, a scream of surprise escapes my lips. My heart races, caught in a thrilling mix of excitement and trepidation. What have I gotten myself into? His strength is intoxicating, and I can’t help but squirm in anticipation as he carries me towards their room. The scent of his skin—dark roasted coffee and cinnamon baked pastries—wraps around me, making my head spin.

I reach for help from Kallen and Stuart, my hands outstretched in desperation. Their eyes twinkle with mischief as they shake their heads. “You got yourself into this mess, little mate. We can’t help you,” Stuart states, a teasing grin on his face. There’s a spark of camaraderie between the four of them that only intensifies my pulse.

“No. You can’t! You have to help me; I’m your mate!” I protest, propping myself up on Ragnar’s shoulder, the realization hitting me that they’re reveling in my predicament.

“That isn’t going to work,” Zephyr chimes in, his voice low and playful as he smacks my ass. The sudden sting sends a shock through me, mixing pain with an unexpected thrill. I squeal, not just in surprise, but in pleasure as the door to their room swings open. A quick glance around confirms that this is a private space—a realm of our own. Kallen and Stuart block my escape, standing tall and proud, their expressions revealing just how much they enjoy my predicament.

Before tossing me onto the bed, Ragnar pauses, relishing the moment. He gives my ass a firm smack too, and then tears my dress off with an effortless flick of his wrist, the fabric floating to the ground like fallen petals. The thrill of exposure sends a wave of heat through me.

“Eeh! What was that for?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows, trying to feign innocence, but the heat in my cheeks betrays my act.

“The first one was for trying to get out of trouble using your other mates. Mine was for teasing me on the field,” Ragnar explains, his tone a mix of teasing and authority that ignites a fire within me.

“Hey, that was mine!” I growl playfully, but deep down, I revel in this game we’re playing. Each playful jab only heightens the tension.

“You don’t care about the dress,” Kallen smirks, and I can’t deny the truth in his words. I’ve found myself in trouble like this before, and somehow, I keep coming back for more.

“That’s not the point,” I retort, my mouth wide open in a mock protest, my eyes pleading for some form of reprieve.

Ragnar shakes his head, leaning down until he hovers over me, his breath warm against my skin. “Stop acting like you don’t want us just as badly as we want you.” His words hang in the air, thick with promise and unspoken desires.

“What happens if I don’t?” I challenge, biting the air in front of his face with a defiant glint in my eyes. In a swift, decisive move, he grabs my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss that feels like it could last forever. The world around us fades, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his lips against mine.

As Zephyr removes my bra, I feel a rush of vulnerability mingled with excitement. I’m left in my black lace panties, the cool air contrasting sharply with Ragnar’s warmth as he cradles me. He lets his lycan’s claws out, tugging lightly at the waistband of my panties before snapping them with a swift motion. Leaving me bare is if I’d never had anything on to start with. The sound reverberates in the charged air, and my heart races in response.

Ragnar pulls me forward, and Zephyr guides me to my knees, their movements deliberate and teasing. Zephyr inserts two fingers into my ass, making me gasp at the boldness of his choice. The unexpected sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through me while Ragnar applies light but firm pressure to my clit. I can’t believe how quickly I’m teetering on the edge, ready to spill over.

Zephyr kisses my neck and back, his lips soft yet demanding against my skin, while he pumps his fingers in and out of me. The pressure builds within me, a delicious ache that feels almost unbearable. How much longer can I last with these two in control?

Ragnar takes my left breast in his hand, squeezing lightly, while his mouth captures and nips at my right. Just as I feel the climax approaching, they suddenly stop.

“What?” I gasp, my voice shaky and bewildered at their sudden withdrawal. My heart sinks, confusion swirling within me.

“That is your punishment, little minx. You teased me and my brother on that field, so we teased you,” Ragnar states, a triumphant smile spreading across his lips. I feel a mix of indignation and arousal at being toyed with like this, and I can’t help but feel cheated out of what I desperately crave.

Swaying back and forth on my knees, naked and exposed in front of now four of my six mates, I feel a surge of heat coursing through me. ‘Asena, are we in heat?’ I ask my wolf, the urgency of my body undeniable.

‘Not just us. Kaida is too,’ she responds, her tone serious and knowing. The realization sends a thrill of excitement through me, mingled with a hint of trepidation.

“Kai-Lea, are you alright?” Kallen asks, his voice low with concern, sensing the change in my temperature. The warmth radiating from my body must be palpable.

“No. Asena and Kaida are telling me I’m in heat,” I admit breathlessly, my body tingling with need.

“What do you need, little mate?” Zephyr asks urgently, his voice filled with a mix of concern and desire, desperate to alleviate the rising tension I feel inside.

“You. All four of you,” Asena, Kaida, and I answer them in unison, the words spilling from my lips, my body practically vibrating with need.

As we do, our bodies crave their touch, their scents, their strength—the very essence of them, in general. The air around us grows thick with desire, anticipation crackling like static electricity as I prepare for whatever comes next.