Chapter 81
Blake
Watching Kara swallow my cum is the single hottest thing I've ever experienced.
But now—now as she kneels in the center of the bed, lips swollen, eyes dazed—I know we're running out of time.
Her scent has gone from honey-caramel to almost pure sugar. Sickly sweet. The kind of sweetness that calls to every unmated male within miles.
If we were back in Alaska right now, we'd have a riot on our hands.
Through the mind link: "Her Heat is accelerating. We need to move now."
Asher nods. Out loud, he says to Kara: "Lie down, sweetheart. On your back. Cole's going to take care of you now."
Kara's eyes widen. "You mean—"
"He's going to be your first." I force the words out even though my wolf is screaming that it should be me. "Because he's gentle. And you deserve gentle for this."
Tears well in her eyes. "Blake—"
"Shh." I kiss her forehead. "I'll be right here. We both will. You won't be alone."
Cole positions himself between her legs. But instead of covering her immediately, he says:
"Kara. I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Straddle me. I want you on top. So you control how deep. How fast. Everything."
Smart. Fucking brilliant.
Asher and I help arrange them—Cole on his back, Kara hovering over him, her hands braced on his chest.
"Whenever you're ready," Cole whispers. "Lower yourself onto me. And if it hurts too much—if you need to stop—"
"Mistletoe," Kara says firmly. "I remember."
She reaches down. Positions his cock at her entrance.
And slowly—so slowly—begins to sink down.
I watch her face. Watch the moment his head breaches her. Watch her wince.
"Breathe," Asher murmurs. He's behind her now, hands on her hips. Steadying her. "Just breathe through it."
Kara keeps going. Inch by agonizing inch. Until—
She gasps. Stops.
"That's—" Her voice breaks. "There's something—"
"Your hymen," Cole grits out. He's shaking with the effort of staying still. "You need to push through it, Luna. It'll hurt, but only for a second."
Kara bites her lip. Then—with a cry that breaks my fucking heart—slams herself down.
Blood blooms on Cole's cock. On the white sheets beneath them.
And Kara is sobbing.
"Stop." I'm moving before I can think. "Cole, pull out—"
"No." Kara's hand shoots out, gripping my wrist. Tears stream down her face but her voice is steady. "Don't stop. I need—I need a minute to adjust, but don't stop."
Through the bond, I feel it: the pain is already fading. Being replaced by something else.
Fullness. Completion. Home.
Cole cups her face. "I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry—"
"Don't be." Kara leans down and kisses him. "You're giving me exactly what I need."
And then—God—she starts to move.
Slow at first. Rising and falling in careful increments. Cole's hands on her hips, guiding but not controlling.
I watch them. Watch my baby brother's face twist with pleasure and restraint. Watch Kara's body adjust, accept, until she's riding him with increasing confidence.
"That's it," Asher murmurs. He's stroking himself slowly, eyes fixed on where they're joined. "You're doing so well, Kara. Taking him so perfectly."
"It feels—" Kara gasps as Cole hits something inside her. "Oh God—"
"That's your G-spot," Cole groans. "Right—there—"
He thrusts up. Kara screams.
And then they're moving together. Faster. Harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the mingled scents of blood and sex and pack—
Cole roars. His hips jerk. And I know he's coming inside her, filling her with the first load of Alpha seed.
Kara collapses onto his chest. Trembling. Not from orgasm—she didn't come—but from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being penetrated for the first time.
Cole strokes her back. Murmuring soft words. Apologies and praise mixed together.
When he finally softens and slips out, Asher lifts Kara off him. Examines the damage.
"You're bleeding more than I'd like," he says quietly. "But nothing that won't heal. Blake—get a warm cloth."
I move on autopilot. Grab a washcloth from the bathroom, run it under warm water, bring it back.
Asher cleans her gently. Kara hisses but doesn't pull away.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't—I didn't come. I feel like I failed—"
"No." All three of us say it at once.
"Your first time isn't supposed to be about orgasm," Cole says hoarsely. He's pulled her into his lap, cradling her. "It's about trust. And you trusted me with something precious. Something you can never get back."
"And now—" Asher's voice goes dark. Alpha. "Now we make sure you never forget how good it can be. Blake. You're up."
My wolf howls.
Finally. Finally.
I pull Kara from Cole's arms. Position her on her hands and knees.
"This is going to be rough," I warn her. "Fast and hard. The way my wolf needs it. If it's too much—"
"I'll use my safeword." Kara looks over her shoulder at me. And fucking smiles. "But Blake? I'm not fragile. Stop treating me like I'm going to break."
Something in my chest cracks open.
"Okay then, Princess." I line myself up at her entrance—already slick with Cole's cum and her own arousal. "Hold on tight."
And I slam home.
Kara screams. But through the bond, I feel it: no pain. Just shock at the sudden fullness.
I don't give her time to adjust. Can't. My Rut is too close to the surface, my wolf too desperate to claim.
I fuck her hard. Pounding into her with all the aggression I've been holding back for weeks. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. My cock hits her cervix with every thrust.
And Kara takes it.
Takes me. All of me. Every brutal snap of my hips, every possessive growl.
"Mine," I snarl. Leaning over her, pinning her to the mattress with my weight. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"Yours." She's sobbing now. But pleasure-sobs, not pain. "Blake, I'm yours—"
I feel my knot beginning to swell. Catching on her entrance with every thrust.
"Gonna knot you," I growl in her ear. "Gonna fill you so full of cum you can taste it. Gonna—fuck—"
My orgasm hits like a freight train. I bury myself as deep as I can go, knot locking us together, and roar as I empty inside her.
When the pleasure finally fades, I realize I'm crushing her. I try to move—
"Don't." Kara's voice is muffled against the sheets. "Stay. I like—I like feeling you."
Through the bond, I sense it: she feels safe. Protected. With my weight pressing her down, my knot keeping us joined, my scent covering every inch of her—
She feels home.
"I love you," I choke out. "God, Kara, I love you so fucking much. I'm sorry for the snow. I'm sorry for every cruel word, every—"
"I know." She turns her head, and her smile is radiant. "I forgive you, Blake. I really do."
My knot takes ten minutes to deflate. When it finally does, I pull out carefully. More cum and blood leak out of her.
"My turn," Asher says. And there's something in his voice—something dark and possessive—that makes my wolf want to stand down immediately.
Because Asher isn't just going to fuck our mate.
He's going to own her.