Chapter 13 Got Ya & More Heat
Ysara POV
I made it exactly four more strides before two sets of arms banded around me like steel cables.
Wyatt caught me first, hauling me back against his chest. Rafe was half a second behind, his hands already sliding possessively over my hips.
“Got you,” Wyatt growled against my ear, his teeth grazing the shell.
I squealed, half-laugh, half-moan, wriggling like a wild thing. “Took you long enough!”
They didn’t bother with lights. Moonlight poured through the bedroom windows and painted everything silver.
Wyatt laid me face down across the foot of the massive bed, with pillows shoved under my hips so my ass was high, and my thighs were spread wide. The position left me completely open, dripping and helpless, and I loved every second of it.
“Stay just like that,” Rafe ordered, his voice rough.
I heard clothes hit the floor, then the mattress dipped as they climbed on behind me.
Wyatt’s big hand came down first, in a sharp, perfect crack across my right butt cheek. I squealed, half giggle, half moan, pushing back for more.
“Fuck, listen to her,” he growled, spanking the left cheek just as hard. “Giggles when we spank her. Moans when we stop. Most responsive little thing on the planet.”
Rafe delivered two quick ones in a row, making my ass bounce and sting. “Look at this perfect, jiggly ass turning pink for us. So fucking pretty it hurts.”
Another spank from Wyatt. “Unfair,” he rasped. “We spent centuries thinking we’d never get this, and now we get to play with her whenever we want.”
I whimpered, rocking back shamelessly, with slick running down my thighs. “Touch me...please, I’m begging....”
Rafe’s palm soothed the heat he’d just created, then slid lower. Two thick fingers pushed into my pussy slow and deliberate. I clenched around him instantly.
Wyatt’s thumb circled my ass, pressing in with steady pressure until the tight ring gave and swallowed him whole. The burn made me cry out, and my hips jerked.
“Jesus, feel how she flutters,” Rafe groaned, curling his fingers to stroke my g-spot in lazy circles. “Soaked and greedy.”
Wyatt leaned down, and his mouth brushed the small of my back, then lower, licking a hot stripe from where Rafe’s fingers disappeared into me all the way up to where his own thumb was buried in my ass. I screamed into the sheets.
Rafe pulled his fingers free only to replace them with his tongue, fucking me with it while Wyatt kept that thumb moving in shallow thrusts. Then Rafe sealed his lips around my clit and sucked...hard.
I came instantly, and my whole body locked up, squirting over Rafe’s tongue in messy pulses. They didn’t let me recover.
Rafe rose up, lined up his cock with my pussy, and slammed home in one stroke. No warning, no easing in, just thick, perfect lycan cock stretching me wide.
Wyatt pulled his thumb free, slicked himself with the mess dripping out of me, and pushed into my ass in one slow, relentless slide. The double penetration stole my breath.
They found their rhythm fast, with Rafe pulling out as Wyatt drove in, each alternating strokes that kept me constantly full.
“Gonna knot you again,” Rafe snarled, his hips snapping harder. “Want you locked on both of us.”
Wyatt’s hand fisted in my hair, arching my back. “Come on, little witch. Milk your alphas.”
Rafe’s knot swelled first, catching at my entrance, then popping inside with a filthy sound. He ground deeply, and his teeth sank into the curve of my neck as he came in long, hot pulses.
The second his knot locked, Wyatt’s followed in my ass, bigger, and thicker, stretching me impossibly wide. He bit down on the opposite side, roaring as he flooded me.
I shattered between them, and my vision whited out, and my pussy and ass clenched in waves that dragged their orgasms out longer, and cum and slick dripped everywhere.
They collapsed half on top of me, still locked tight, with their arms wrapped around me like they’d never let go.
Rafe kissed the fresh bite, his voice hoarse. “Caught you.”
Wyatt nuzzled the other mark. “Keeping you.”
I managed a shaky, delirious laugh into the sheets.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m never running again… unless it ends exactly like this.”
By the time the room stopped spinning and my lungs decided to work again, I was sprawled across the bed in a tangle of limbs, sheets, and two very exhausted, very smug lycan alphas. Wyatt had one arm flung over his eyes. Rafe was facedown in the pillow like he’d died there. Both were breathing like they’d run a marathon uphill.
My body felt loose. Warm. Lit from the inside. My magic hummed like a satisfied cat curled behind my ribs. I was just starting to drift when...The door clicked. Bootsteps. Two sets.
The air shifted so sharply my eyes snapped open.
Darken stepped into the room first, wearing a tailored black coat and a glare that could’ve melted steel. Kalesh followed, with his braid swinging over his shoulder, and his markings pulsing bright enough to light the room.
They both froze. Completely. Their eyes dropped to the bed. To me. To the twins. And then they inhaled. Slow, long, and dangerous.
Every ounce of residual heat in my body flared like someone had poured gasoline over it.
Wyatt groaned under his arm. “Oh, hell.”
Rafe lifted his head just enough to mumble into the pillow, “We’re dead. We’re so dead.”
Darken’s voice came out quiet and lethal. “You didn’t wait for us.”
Kalesh’s jaw flexed. “Not even an hour.”
My entire body thrilled at the tone...that mix of territorial frustration and hunger edged sharp. A delicious growl slipped out of me before I could stop it.
All four men reacted instantly. Wyatt’s hand dropped from his face. Rafe rolled over with wide, startled eyes. Darken’s nostrils flared. Kalesh’s markings flashed white-hot.
Well then. I pushed up slowly, and the sheets fell away from my shoulders like a deliberate invitation.
“Ysara,” Wyatt warned under his breath.
But it was too late. Heat rose up through me again, shimmering under my skin. My magic stretched lazily, and pleased, curling toward the two newcomers like smoke reaching for fire.
I stood. Darken swore under his breath. Kalesh’s grip slipped on the handle of his travel bag, and it thudded to the floor as his eyes raked over me with absolutely no restraint.
“Oh… fuck me,” he breathed, voice gone hoarse. “You are so hot. I just... I can’t.”
My grin sharpened.
I stepped off the bed, slow and deliberate, my body still singing with post-bond warmth, and every vein pulsing with instinct and desire and something deliciously reckless.
Both men watched every step. Darken’s eyes were nearly black, and his ember rings burned. Kalesh’s jade green gaze flicked everywhere at once, hungry and reverent.
I swayed my hips just a little, just enough to make their chests rise sharply.
Behind me, Rafe muttered, “We’ve created a monster.”
Wyatt replied, “We love the monster.”
I ignored them. All my attention fixated on the two men who hadn’t had their turn. Yet.
I let a low, pleased rumble vibrate out of my throat, not a growl this time, but something warmer. Invitation wrapped in dominance.
Darken visibly swallowed. “I have walked this earth for hundreds of years,” he murmured, his voice thick, “and I have never seen a creature as alluring as you are, my love.”
My cheeks heated, but the warmth wasn’t embarrassment, it was power. It was approval, possession, and desire. I let my gaze travel slowly over each of them, the demon, the fae, the two lycans behind me, and something inside me clicked into place, ancient and right.
Mine. My Circle. My mates.
“I’ve got plenty of energy left for you both,” I whispered, letting the magic in my voice curl around them like a caress.
Kalesh stepped forward like he’d been yanked by a leash only he could feel.
“You...” His voice cracked. “Ysa… my heart-track, if you move one more inch, I will..”
I moved one more inch. He groaned, and his head tipped back. Darken’s composure cracked in a rare, breathtaking way, his breath hitched, and his fists flexed at his sides as if resisting an instinct older than language.
Rafe sat up behind me, rubbing his face. “We’re never getting out of this penthouse alive.”
Wyatt leaned against the headboard, with his hair a mess, and his eyes molten. “Speak for yourself. I’m already planning round two.”
I rolled my eyes. Then I purred. A real, primal purr that vibrated in my chest and sent shockwaves through the room. Kalesh’s knees visibly weakened.
Darken whispered, “Ysara… don’t tease us unless you intend to follow through.”
“Oh, I intend,” I said, stepping closer, and letting my fingertips hover over Kalesh’s chest before dragging lightly across his skin. He shuddered.
Darken stepped in behind him, and his breath brushed my ear. “And you need us, don’t you?”
A low growl answered him before my mind caught up.
I nodded.
“I need you,” I whispered. “Both of you.”
Their hands twitched at the same time. Two predators losing their grip. Two mates fighting the last inches of restraint.
Behind me, Wyatt muttered, “We’re never going to walk again after this.”
Rafe said, “Worth it.”
I flashed a wicked grin over my shoulder. “You boys started the heat.”
Then I turned back to Kalesh and Darken, with my heat rolling through me like a tide.
“Finish what you started.”
The room went silent.
I turned to the twins first, crooking a finger at Wyatt and Rafe where they lounged against the headboard like two very satisfied wolves.
“You two,” I said, my voice husky, “sit this round out. I want this to be fair. You had your turns.”
Rafe opened his mouth to protest, his golden eyes flashing. Wyatt’s lip actually jutted in the most adorable pout I’d ever seen on a grown alpha.
I arched a brow. “Be good boys and watch. You’ll get your turn.”
They groaned in unison but obeyed, shifting to the wide chaise at the foot of the bed, their cocks already half-hard again just from the promise in my voice.
Satisfied, I crawled onto the mattress on all fours, slow and deliberate, giving them a perfect view of my swollen, dripping pussy and the cum still leaking from my ass. I glanced back over my shoulder and winked.
Wyatt cursed under his breath. Rafe’s hand went to his cock like he couldn’t help himself.
I turned to face Darken and Kalesh.
They were stripping fast, and their clothes hit the floor in a rush. Darken’s coat, Kalesh’s tunic, belts, and boots, everything gone until two perfect, lethal males stood naked and ready.
Darken’s smile was slow, wicked, and demonic.
“I have a surprise for you, love.”
He stroked himself once, and moonlight caught on fresh metal: a thick barbell piercing straight through the head of his cock and a second curved bar under the ridge.
My mouth actually watered.
“Oh my gods,” I breathed, licking my lips. A growl rolled out of me, low and needy.
Kalesh smirked, fisting his own cock. “That’s nothing.”
Then he did something with his fae magic and his entire length started vibrating, a low, steady thrum I could feel in the air.
I whimpered, and my thighs clenched. “Holy fuck.”
I couldn’t stop myself. One hand pinched my nipple hard; and the other hand slid between my legs, my finger rubbing tight circles over my clit.
Three strokes and I was already coming, my back arched, and I squirted onto the sheets in a messy arc.