“Will you come with me willingly, Riley, or will you sacrifice your sister and join your mates in death?”
Waking with a silent scream, I’m thrown forward, nearly toppling off the sofa but thankfully am caught by two sets of strong hands.
“Woah there, Grace. Are you okay?” A deep baritone Irish accent sinks in through the haze wrapped around my mind.
Taking a deep breath, I move to sit up, steadied by the men on each side of me. “I’m okay. I’m okay. It was just a dream.” I work out through deep breaths. With a new sense of urgency, I push the vision to the back of my mind, not ready to dwell on that and shake the rest of the fog from my mind. Moving my thought process to planning and what needs to happen, pieces of a scattered plan begin to form.
“We need to get eyes on Alastair, someone on the inside. I also need to find Wilder and the rest of Riley’s mates. Alastair means to kill her if she won’t bow to him.” The thought of losing Riley after everything we’ve been through terrifies me more than anything in this moment. I will not cry though; I’m done crying because of this man and what he’s done or will do. No, it’s time he cries.
Sensing the turmoil building inside me, Killian pulls me into his side, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his strong heartbeat. “I’ve thought on Alastair and there’s something I need to tell you.” He swallows audibly and I look up with suspicion. “I’ve been spying on the Shadowcrest Pack for the last four years. From the inside.”
“You’ve been what?” I screech, sit up abruptly. “You’ve been under the command of Alastair for four years?”
Holding up his hands in a sign of surrender, I halt my berating questions and allow him to finish. “Jimmy sent me on the mission just before you moved to Vancouver. I’m sure you remember the last time we saw each other. That was where I was headed.”
I remember that day. I had asked him where he was going but he wouldn’t tell me. “That’s why you wouldn’t tell me where he was sending you, because you were going to my old pack.” He nods his head in confirmation. “Okay, so you still have an in there?” He nods again. “I don’t like it, but it might be the best way to keep an eye on Alastair and be able to stay ahead of him.”
“Mo chroí, I know you don’t like it, but you’re right, this is the best way to keep tabs on Alastair and his movements. Besides, the thick maggot will never see me coming.” Killian’s surety in his plan helps to quell some of my fears, but not all of them.
“Okay, please promise me that you will not take any unnecessary risks though.”
“With all my heart, mo grá,” Killian whispers before he presses a deep kiss to my lips, his fingers playing in my hair.
A throat clears behind me, drawing me from the haze of Killian’s worshiping kiss. “Cock-block,” Killian mutters and I chuckle into his chest.
“My apologies, however, I believe we’re supposed to be talking, not making out like hormonal school children.” While Weylen isn’t wrong in his assessment of the situation, his standoffish tone leaves much to be desired.
“Well, excuse me for enjoying a moment with one of my mates,” I snap back. He only rolls his eyes at me in response. This, Gods only knows how old, vampire rolls his eyes. Shaking my head, I roll mine in return.
Weylen doesn’t engage any further and instead asks, “What were you dreaming about? You woke with a start and your face was paler than mine. Whatever it is you saw, it clearly shook you to the core.”
I close my eyes and the vision of Alastair looming over Riley’s defeated body, holding a knife to her throat, plays behind my eyes. Like a tub of icy water had been dumped over me, my body shivers. “It was horrible,” I begin with a whisper, “the ground was littered with dead bodies and Alastair was holding Riley at the edge of a dagger. He threatened my life if she didn’t comply and blamed the lives lost on her actions. Just before the vision faded away, I watched as the last of Riley’s will to fight was stripped away and Alastair ran the blade along her neck, killing her.”
Weylen comes to kneel before me, taking both of my hands in his. I hadn’t noticed my hands were shaking so hard until he cocooned them in his much larger ones. “Grace, my love, we will not let that happen.”
My now watery eyes squeeze shut as I shake my head, I will not let them fall. “You can’t make promises like that, Weylen. But we will fight against it. Alastair will die for what he did to my parents and for every other person he has or will hurt. I hate these nightmares he’s caused me for so long.”
“Then let’s stop him,” Baler declares from beside me.
“I think I can help you with your quest to find your sister’s mates.” Weylen squeezes my hands before standing. “You’ll need to pull me into your dreamscape again and from there, your sister’s mind. I should be able to enter her mind with you and find her mate bonds. You can then channel me through our bond to find the mate you’re looking for.”
“If I show you the mate I’m looking for, would you be able to pinpoint him?” He gives me a shrug of his shoulder, not saying anything and I press on. “Can we try?”
“Of course, Love. May I steal your seat, Mate?” Weylen asks of Killian. Killian grunts something about not being his mate but does not argue. Somehow, I don’t think he meant mate as a friend. I’ll have to press for more information later.
Mates. My wolf chimes in.
Are you sure? I guess that could explain their strain. Still, there’s a story there.
Weylen makes himself comfortable beside me before he pulls me onto his lap and encircles me in his arms. “Take a kip, Love, and we’ll get this show on the road.”
“I’m not sure how you expect me to sleep after that nightmare, but I’ll try.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I curl my legs up on the sofa behind his hip, but Baler slides closer, pulls my feet onto his lap, and begins to slowly massage them, pressing his thumbs into arches of my feet. I moan as my eyes grow heavy. “Oh wow,” I breathe out. Baler continues to work my feet before moving higher up, over my ankles making his way up my calves.
“You have to stop touching her now,” someone growls from the other side of the room.
“Why?” Baler sounds confused as he asks, still massaging my leg and I let out a long moan.
“Because not only are you relaxing her, but you’re also turning her on too and we can smell her.” That growl is undeniably Killian.
“He’s not wrong,” I state lazily, unashamed by my body’s reaction to his touch.
“In that case, maybe I should continue then. I mean what better way to exhaust our girl and send her into the dreamscape? Besides, we all need to learn to share, do we not?” My eyes shoot open as excitement floods my veins at the thought of five sets of hands and all of their mouths on my body, biting, and licking, and sucking. My breath quickens and arousal soaks my panties, and someone growls behind me. Weylen’s hold on me tightens as the bulge underneath me hardens.
“Does the thought of all of us using your body at the same time excite you, Love?” Weylen whispers in my ear as one of his hands slips beneath my borrowed hoodie. “Of having this mouth of yours filled while you ride one of us, and another fills you from behind?”
Baler’s hand slides up my leg to my knee and I squeeze my thighs together, shifting to ease the ache building in my center. “I believe she likes that idea,” Baler says as he pulls my legs apart and settles himself on one knee between them, one of his hands on my hip, the other bracing him against the back of the sofa so he is looming over me, as I press back into Weylen.
Gliding his hand up my ribs, skimming my breast, and settling on my cheek he locks his eyes with mine. “I have already had the pleasure of mating you, my little valkyrie, so I think it only fair that I sit this one out and allow you time with your other mates. Though, if you look at me like that, I may just have to touch myself.”
My breath catches with the thought of him stroking himself, finding pleasure while watching me with the others. “I’m okay with that,”
I say breathlessly.
Leaning in, he kisses me hungrily, pouring every ounce of passion he holds into it. Pulling back, he whispers, “Good. Now,” grabbing the back of Weylen’s neck he directs him to me, “kiss your mate.”
19
Grace
As Baler slides off the sofa, I rest my hand on the back of Weylen’s neck, pulling him down closer to me so I can kiss him. Sliding my tongue along his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth. He doesn’t keep me waiting as he opens to me.
Another set of hands skim up my legs to the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging on them. I sneak a quick glance down to find Paxton at my feet. His body seems tense as he fists the sides of my pants, as though he’s unsure if this is what I want. I give him a smile, his answering grin is devilish as he pulls down my waistband to expose my hip bones where he places soft kisses, causing me to shiver in Weylen’s arms.
The front door slams shut, and we all spin around to see the shadow of a large body moving further away from the hut, and Jameson with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Mate. My wolf cries.
What? Confusion fills my mind along with my wolf’s feelings of being rejected.
Lips on my ear again distract my thoughts as the sound of the door opening and shutting softly reverberates through the small space. I glance over to now find Baler absent as well.
“Stay with us, Grace,” Jameson says as he comes to kneel beside me, his lips finding mine while Weylen continues to tease my ear.
Paxton kisses down my legs as he continues to work down my pants, completely removing them. “Sit up, Grace,” Jameson directs, as his hands glide up my ribcage, pushing the hoodie up. I lift my arms so he can easily lift it over my head. A groan leaves his lips when he finds me bare underneath, having not put my bra back on after showering, leaving me sitting on Weylen’s lap in just a pair of Paxton’s boxers with Jameson kneeling in front of me, and Paxton on his knees beside me on the sofa.
Weylen shifts me in his lap so my back is to his front, a leg draped on each side of his. My nerves kick into hyper awareness as Jameson glides his fingertips up the outside of my legs to my hips, hooking his fingers in my boxers and begins to slide them down. Weylen lifts me effortlessly, and I close my legs enough for Jameson to slide them down my legs.
Weylen slides his hand down my front from my collarbone down the valley between my breasts, around my belly button straight to that sensitive nub between my legs. I almost come apart in his arms the moment his fingers come into contact with my clit. My desire to make this last the only reason I keep it together.
“Let go, Love,” Weylen whispers as he nips the skin behind my ear. He kisses his way from my ear to my shoulder as his finger rubs circles around my clit, never putting pressure directly on the swelling nub.
Paxton moves in closer to start playing with my breasts, first pinching my nipples between his fingers, pulling on them before taking one into his mouth, biting gently then sucking deep. “Oh, God,” I moan as I arch into the contact while waves of gooseflesh rise on my arms. My nerves vibrate through my body, and I grab a hold of Weylen’s thighs, trying to ground myself, pressing back into him as wild sensations take hold. Paxton grabs my hand closest to him and slides it up his bare thigh to his velvet shaft. When did he undress?
Rubbing my hand along the length of his shaft, he lets out a groan with his mouth still wrapped around my nipple, the vibrations racing down a direct path to my clit. Wow. I do it again, this time wrapping my hand around him to give him a full stroke, tugging up and with a twist of my wrist sliding back down. He continues to suck, lick, and bite my nipples as I stroke him. Both of us pulling groans and moans from the other.
Jameson stands in front of me, catching my gaze as he slowly strips his clothes off. Grabbing the back of his collar, he pulls his black Henley over his head causing the muscles along his abs to flex. My mouth instantly waters with a desire to lick every ridge down his abs to the V leading below the waistline of his tattered, dark denim jeans. With our eyes locked, he teases me with an agonizingly slow strip. Unhurriedly, he releases the button of his jeans and the deliberate dragging descent of his zipper. Finally unveiling the prize hidden beneath.
“Jameson,” I whisper, sounding like a plea.
“What do you need, shi oolijéé?” Jameson asks as he moves closer. I reach out for him with my free hand but in that moment, Weylen slides a finger inside of me and I gasp as his long finger finds that spot along my front wall and begins to rub over it. Reflexively, I squeeze Paxton’s cock still held firmly in my hand, pulling a long groan from him. He releases my abused nipple with a loud pop to glare at Weylen, who snickers into my neck.
Weylen slides a hand between our bodies, laying his palm flat along my spine between my shoulder blades and pushes, urging me to sit forward as his finger continues to slide along my inner wall and his thumb playing along my clit. “Suck your mate, Love.” It’s a command, not a request. “Or I stop.” To emphasize his point his fingers still on my body and I whimper, so close to the edge.
Uncoordinatedly, I reach out with my free hand, and wrap it around Jameson’s hip, drawing him to me. He comes, reluctance written on his face. “You don’t have to do this, Grace. Not if you don’t want to. If he stops, I’ll take care of you.”
Weylen lets out a bark of laughter behind me and Jameson shoots him a deadly glare over my head. “She wants to do this, Mate. Did you not see her drooling as she watched you unwrap the present you have for her?” Making good on his words, I wrap my mouth around his cock drawing him in further, licking around the head and sucking deep.
“Shi oolijéé,” Jameson moans, twining his fingers into my hair, gathering it away from my face. Sliding down his shaft, the tip of his cock taps the back of my throat and his breathing hitches. Hmm, he likes that. Making a mental note for later, I catalog all of the things Jameson likes while I continue to suck him in deeply, sliding my mouth up and down his cock, licking the underside and brushing along his tip.
Skimming my fingers along his hip, I move my hand to his balls where I roll them through my fingers, massaging each one as my mouth continues to work his cock. All the while, I continue to stroke Pax in time with the movement of my mouth. Weylen resumes the slow slide of his finger in and out of me, working that sensitive spot along my front wall.
We work in tandem, pulling pleasure from each other, causing me to teeter precariously along that delicious edge of ecstasy with no return. Weylen removes his deft fingers from my core as he slides me forward along his thighs for a moment before pulling my hips back. The blunt head of something much larger taps against my overheated and sensitive clit. “Are you ready, Love?”
Releasing Jameson from my mouth in an attempt to gain back control of my brain, I nod. My breath hitches as Weylen lifts me slightly and lowers me down over his extremely hard and very large cock.
My mouth drops open on a silent gasp as he bottoms out inside me. My head drops forward, resting on Jameson’s hip, my hand finding purchase on his waist. The hand that was wrapped around Pax now holds his shoulder, grounding me. Sitting very still, Weylen’s cock pulses inside of me waiting and wanting to be used.
“Are you okay, Love?” Weylen’s concern is evident in his tone and all I can do is nod against Jameson as I try to pull my breathing under control.
“Just… Holy shit, Weylen,” I manage to say, and he chuckles in return, his hands on my hips pushing me forward slightly then pulling me back. I gasp loudly as his cock slides along my walls. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Lifting my legs onto the sofa so I’m resting my weight on the balls of my feet, Weylen pushes me up slightly so he can pump up into me. Finding my balance with one hand on the arm of the sofa and the other on Paxton’s shoulder, I get more comfortable with the position. Weylen starts slow, pumping in and pulling back out, and fuck does that feel amazing.
Feeling steadier with Weylen’s hands clasped around my waist, I motion Pax to stand in front of me next to James
on. I grab each of their cocks in my hands, stroking them in time to Weylen’s pumping. Pulling Pax forward, I guide him into my mouth as I continue to stroke Jameson.
With my hand still wrapped around the root of Pax’s cock, I suck and pump, swallowing as he hits the back of my throat. He groans with every deep thrust. Getting lost in the sensations of being sucked, Paxton’s hips begin to move in small thrusts as I bob my head, sucking and pumping him.
His cock begins to swell in my mouth, becoming longer, thicker, and straighter. When he hits the back wall of my throat next, his hips thrust forward and he slips deeper, causing me to gag with the movement. I swallow around the intrusion, my throat muscles squeezing him tightly, and his hips thrust forward again as his legs shake. Thick hot ropes of cum shoot down my throat a moment later. Unprepared for the volume, I begin to choke on it. I give his hip a little push and he begins to pull back. I cough as he slides out of my mouth, my airway now clear of cum and cock.
Weylen halts his movements, and all of the guys look at me with concern as I regain my breathing and begin to laugh.
“Fuck, shit, Grace. I’m so sorry.” Paxton wipes his thumb along my swollen lower lip, lifting my face to meet his. “Are you okay? That’s never happened before.” His cheeks are a deep rosy red as a blush covers his face.
“I’m fine, really,” I reassure him, holding back my laugh. “A bit surprised, that was all. I’ve never been choked by cum before,” I say and begin to laugh again. “You know….”
My words are cut off when Weylen flips me around to face him and thrusts back up inside me. “No more talking, Love. You’ll further mortify the boy.” He slides down on the sofa into a slouched position, so I am bent forward over him, my knees beside his hips as he thrusts up into me.
A hand comes to rest on my lower back and something cool and wet drips down the valley of my ass. A finger rubs through the liquid, running along the seam and over my rear entrance, which has never been breached. I tense when the blunt tip of a finger slowly presses against the tight ring, seeking entrance.
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