Chapter 102 102.The mindlink
Tabitha’s POV
I wake to the soft light spilling through the bedroom window. My eyes blink against it, and slowly, shapes come into focus. Four figures stand around the bed.
“You should really stop fainting every five minutes or we’re gonna die from a heart attack,” Jace says, voice edged with mock exasperation.
I let out a weak laugh and push myself up on my elbows. “I’m fine,” I say, my voice hoarse.
Luca steps closer, holding a glass of water. “Here. Drink this,” he says, offering it to me. I take it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat.
“How long have I been out?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“Just a few hours,” Luca says. “We were very worried about you. Do you want us to take you to the hospital?”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll be fine.” I bring a hand to my head, expecting the migraine to return, but there is nothing. It is gone.
I glance at them, hesitating. “So… about the mindlink. Is it true? Can I use it now too?”
Evren steps closer, his expression calm. “Yes. With practice, you’ll be able to communicate through the mindlink just like fated mates do.”
“But why now?” I ask, frowning. “All this time you could talk to me no problem, but I always struggled to project my thoughts. I was convinced it was impossible for me.”
Luca kneels beside me. “The stronger the bond becomes, the stronger the connection grows. That includes the ability to communicate through your mate’s bond.”
I fidget with my fingers, looking down. “You’re saying… the bond grew stronger after we…”
“Had a mindblowing sex fest, yes,” Reed cuts in with a grin.
I throw a pillow at him, my face heating. Reed catches it easily, laughing.
“You’ll get used to the mindlink,” Jace says, settling on the edge of the bed. “It’s useful. Not only for communication, but for detecting or tracking each other. It’s like a string connecting mated people. In our case, five.”
I stare at him, thinking about the bond. I had convinced myself I could never connect with them through the mindlink because the mate bond was incomplete. I fought it at first, but now… it has grown stronger. I am not sure if that is good or something I should worry about. My plan to break the bond after the ninety-day agreement nags at me, but I push it aside.
Reed leans closer. “In rare cases, depending on how strong the mate bond is, the other half can even utilize their mate’s power or strength.”
“But I’m human. That doesn’t apply to me,” I say quietly.
Luca shrugs. “It’s rare. Even for two werewolves.”
Jace reaches over and takes a strand of my hair, pressing his lips to it. “You smell just like us,” he says.
“What?” I ask, frowning.
Reed watches me with amusement. “After marking you thoroughly last night, you smell of us. Andrew and any other man’s scent is gone.”
“Can other werewolves smell it too?” I ask nervously.
“Yes. That is how they know when someone is already marked by their mate,” Reed says.
I sit up straighter, panic flaring. “We can’t go back to the estate with me smelling like you. How would Dad react?”
“Impressed, I hope,” Reed says, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Reed!” I snap, glaring at him.
Sheer frustration rises in my mind. I want to let my desires loose when I’m around the brothers, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to broadcast this affair to everyone. I cannot walk around smelling like four men. That would set the entire werewolf community gossiping.
“Fine,” Reed says, clearly enjoying himself. He glances at Jace. “Give it to her.”
Jace fishes something from his pocket and hands it to me. The bottle is delicate, transparent glass shaped in the size of my palm. Golden vines spiral around it, intricate and impossibly detailed, more like a witch’s apothecary bottle than anything from a store.
I hold it carefully. “What is this for?” I ask.
“It’s a potion used for concealing a werewolf’s scent,” Jace says.
I raise a brow. “A potion? That actually exists?”
Luca chuckles. “Sweetheart, werewolves exist. You’d be shocked at how far from ordinary the world can get.”
I examine the bottle. The liquid inside is glittery and purplish, swirling faintly in the light. “Hide a werewolf’s scent, huh? So if I spray it on myself, does it hide your scents too?”
“Exactly. One spray lasts at least a week. The effect is instant and it will make you smell like an ordinary human to other werewolves,” Luca says.
“That’s… actually really cool. How did you get your hands on this?” I ask.
The brothers exchange glances. Luca explains, “We found it in one of the hideouts about three years ago. It was part of our effort to bust all the rogues. There were several bottles. We figured out they were using it to hide their scent and blend in among the islanders. It worked, so we kept some for situations like this.”
I stroke the glass lightly, fascination mixed with apprehension.
Later that night, we collapse onto the couches after a dinner that leaves us almost speechless. The brothers have clearly outdone themselves, presenting a roast that is tender. Somehow, I find myself considering the impossible thought that they might actually be better cooks than me.
I sit between Jace and Evren on the couch. Jace leans in, brushing his lips against mine with a tender kiss that makes me melt into him. My hands grip the nape of his neck, tugging him closer, while my other hand threads into Evren’s hair, holding him against my side as his lips graze my neck. I shiver at the sensation, goosebumps rising as his tongue teases the tender skin just below my ear. The couch creaks softly under our shifting weight. Every touch, every movement feels electric as I hold them both, lost in the overwhelming heat of their mouths and hands.
I pull slightly away from Jace’s lips, letting out a shaky moan as I feel Luca kneeling between my legs, his mouth pressed fully against my bare sex. His tongue moves over me with an intensity that makes my head spin, licking around my clit before snaking its way inside my velvety folds. My fingers clutch both Jace’s neck and Evren’s hair, holding them close as shivers run down my spine. I glance down and my breath catches—Luca is looking up at me, eyes dark and focused, completely absorbed in me as he licks me thoroughly.
“Mmmph… Luca…” I moan, my voice muffled against Jace’s lips when he hungrily captures my mouth once again. This time, his kisses are more intense, more demanding. He flicks his tongue inside my mouth and clashes with mine.
Evren lifts up my shirt from behind to free my breasts. He fondles on them, twisting my nipples with his fingers as he plants moist kisses along my nape. I whimper.
Reed leans over the back of the couch, bracing his hands on the cushions, angling his head down toward me.
“Your moans are music in my ears,” he whispers huskily before cupping my face and tilting it away from Jace so he can claim my lips to himself. I melt against him, matching the rhythm of his kiss, his tongue tracing and teasing just enough to leave me breathless. His hands cup my face, tilting my head gently, and I can feel the fire in his touch. Every brush of his lips, every press, sends shivers down my spine.
The heat of their closeness, the press of their lips, and the way they held me left me utterly breathless, trembling in a wave of sensation that left my mind spinning and my body utterly consumed. With Reed devouring my mouth and shoving his tongue down my throat, Evren kissing my neck and marking my skin, Jace now trailing a path of wet kisses down my twin peaks—his sinful mouth closing around my taut nipples while he pinches and plays with the other, and Luca who is licking and sucking on my cunt. I feel delirious in pleasure.
I pulled back from Reed’s mouth just enough to gasp against him, my body trembling violently as a wave of heat and shivering ecstasy rolled through me, leaving me utterly undone and trembling in their arms.
Luca licks his lips and smirks. “Delicious. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of eating you out.”
I chuckle and stroke his messy hair. “I feel sticky. I need a shower.”
“Let’s all go shower,” Jace suggests.
“Huh? But the bathroom is small—”
“Oh, we’ll fit. You’ll see.” Jace carries me and the five of us head to the bathroom.
It’s cramped but somehow we made it work. They made me come a few more times than I dare to count, but they’d stop at using their fingers or mouth. For some reason, Luca says that I’m still too sore for their cocks. I blush and smack his chest. They laugh and we finish the heated shower with me being so flushed and satisfied. And since the bed in the two bedrooms are too small, we decided to sleep in the living room with a makeshift mattress. The brothers fight on who gets to sleep beside me. It’s the best sleep I’ve had in months.