I have no idea how to choose, or if I ever could, I just look at Shaun and nod my head. Less than a second later my completely soaked, useless underwear is torn from my body. I can smell my wetness permeating the air. My clit pulses as a ragged moan escapes someone’s mouth, and embarrassment never even enters my mind. Something about knowing that I am wanted by so many men simultaneously sends my confidence flying as I drink in their energy. It feels like something inside of me is awakening, and it isn’t just my wolf’s libido.
I don’t have a chance to process whose groan has sent my pulse soaring, because the twins have begun a dual attack on my body that’s left no doubt in my mind this is something they’ve done before. Kaleb pulls my legs onto his lap and pushes my dress up to my stomach. His large roughened palms spread my thighs apart, and the cool air licks over my pussy. I wriggle and moan hoping his mouth will soon follow. Kaden drags my attention from my throbbing center to my now aching breast. He pulls my top down exposing my breasts. My nipples pucker from a combination of cold air and excitement, and when he rolls them in his fingers, I thrust my breast deeper into his hand. I feel like a buffet, but the fancy kind—like in Vegas. Opening, willing, and dripping; my only thoughts are how to find the release my body is wildly pursuing.
The twins unfurl me on top of them, displaying my body for the eager eyes of Justin and Shaun who watch with rabid expressions. A knock sounds on the window, but I’m the only one to jump at the interruption. I am glad we are in an SUV when Marcus opens the trunk, climbs to the third row, and begins watching as well. The whole concept seems so odd to me, but before I can ask why Marcus is climbing over seats, Kaleb begins touching me, and my mind goes blank.
Kaleb begins circling my clit with his fingers while Kaden turns my body so that he can suckle my nipples. I was beyond primed and ready before we even started, so the almost immediate orgasm is of no surprise to me. What I didn’t expect is how happy my wolf is, and how the men’s pleasure and joy in my release enhances my own pleasure. It is like the floodgates have opened, and I can feel all of them. Then, I realize I can hear all of them too, and everyone has specific ideas about what they want to do to me.
I want my tongue buried deep in you; I want to lap up those sweet juices dripping from your pussy, Kaleb thinks in my direction.
Oh, those glorious nipples need attention, Marcus’s voice chimes in, they’re puckering from need and begging to be sucked deep into my mouth.
Why can’t I just fuck her now? Curse this front seat. I should be the first one to claim her, Shaun’s voice washes over me.
If I could have those glorious lips wrapped around my cock right now, I might not want to kill the twins for being all over her, is Justin’s deep rumble in my mind.
“Okay guys, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. I really love how quickly we’re Bonding, but can you all please stop thinking so loud?”
Well, I guess that’s what I can do with five mates.
Though it is clear, we can’t do everything at once. There are only so many possible positions that would accommodate them all.
Yes, to all of you.
I use our new mental connection, knowing they can hear me, and feeling like speaking it out would ruin the moment. Plus, words are hard and become harder as Kaleb closes his mouth over my clit and begins lapping at my core. In my head the others make me promises for next time, one that isn’t in a car on the side of the road on the way to my grandmother’s house, or rather, my den.
I lose all ability to think rationally after Kaleb’s talented tongue goes to work. He swirls it around my clit then uses his lips to make light suction around it as he flicks his tongue rapidly back and forth. I wonder how he knows exactly what I like, but then I remember he can read my mind.
I must learn how to block them later.
When he slides two fingers inside of me, finding my spot while his mouth continues to devour me, I give in and let go for the second time with a gush of wetness. I think I even pass out for a second. When I come to, I watch Kaleb lick my juices off his fingers with relish. With a groan, Shaun informs him that he is on dish duty for the weekend.
He smirks at all of them, “Worth it!”
Marcus climbs out of the back and onto his motorcycle, but only after adjusting his very hard dick and making a slow, awkward walk to the bike that has me howling with laughter.
Keep laughing, princess, and I’ll be sure to give you something to scream about later.
I immediately stop laughing, silenced by the intense hunger in his voice, and focus on righting my clothing. As we continue on the way to my den, I notice I feel much better, and my wolf seems satiated too.
Well then, I just got eaten out and fondled in the back of the car by twins I just met while their friends watched. Totally normal, not weird at all.
Very fun, we should do that again.
Do you have an off switch?
Nope and neither do you, I know you.
Oh, hush!
“Hey, can I have my panties back?” I ask while ignoring my inner wolf—the traitorous little tramp.
“Nope, they’re mine, and they’re soaked anyway,” Kaden responds.
“I can’t go into the den like this!” I blurt out, flabbergasted at the suggestion of entering my family’s home commando.
“Sweetie, you’re covered in our scent, and you’re worried about your underwear?” he snickers, making my wolf growl in annoyance.
“Ugh, stop being crude and give me my underwear,” I demand, “my mom might be the epitome of progressiveness, but she still expects decorum.”
“Sorry, princess. These are mine. In fact, I think you should go commando at all times.”
“Kaden, while I support your plan, we’re almost there, and we need Abby to tell us how to find her den,” Justin shuts us down, and I grit my teeth.
Putting the matter to the side, for now, a rush of joy overruns me. I’m looking forward to seeing their faces when we pull up to my home for the first time. I hope that they will come to appreciate it as much as I do, and even call it their home someday as well.
“I thought you knew all, you panty-stealing jerks. Why don’t you just pluck the directions out of my head like the rest of my thoughts?” I challenge, sounding nothing like a woman who’s just had her pussy devoured and enjoyed two leg-shaking orgasms mere minutes ago.
“Princess, if you’re already grumpy, my brother didn’t do a good enough job eating you out, but allow me to show you why I’m the best once we’re in your room.” Kaden’s Cheshire grin makes me want to slam my fist into his face. Apparently, Claiming hormones aren’t always about jumping bones, because right now, all I want to do is break some.
“What he means to say, Abby,” Justin chimes in with an exasperated tone, “is that even though you broadcast most of your thoughts loud and clear, your mind seems to have found a way to protect secrets, like your den location. It’s Fort Knox up there right now; I promise I will teach you how to build similar shields around the rest of your thoughts. So, we really do need the location, and you also need a shower. You smell strongly of sex and the twins, and while I’m a fan of the first, the second is a problem. My dragon very much wants to erase their scent with my own, and I know I’m not the only one. Every one of us is going to be dying to mark you in our own way, and as quickly as possible.” My mouth drops open. He has been the quietest of the bunch, save Marcus, so to hear so many words out of his mouth at once is a pleasant surprise. Then he starts on about sex and taking me, and my little she-wolf starts purring like things are about to heat up again.
Down girl!
“Okay. At the sixth tree on the left, make a right, and keep going until you hit the seventh tree on the right, and make a left. You’ll come to what looks like a dead end. Keep driving, and you’ll pass through the barrier, and my home will appear just like magic.” I say waving my hands around like I’m casting a spell.
“I should have realized that your home would be protected by magic,” Sh
aun remarks.
“Why is that?” I know I didn’t mention the Dama de Noche have witch blood running thick through our veins, so my warning bells start going off. No one outside of our pack has any idea of just how closely my pack is connected to the old ways.
“Oh, I just ... nothing,” he says hastily.
“Well, it’s protected by magic from a witch who happens to be a friend of the family,” I explain icily.
Eventually, I will tell these men the truth as it is expected that they will be my mates. But first, I need to learn how to trust them. Sure, right now my body is screaming yes, but I wonder just how much these men know about me already. Until I know them better, some secrets will need to stay mine.
I let the tremor of fear threatening to overtake me die a quick death, choosing instead to trust my wolf’s instincts. She is a great judge of character, and these men—they are mine. My human side will just have to play catch up.
Mine, yes trust me, and open your heart.
It’s scary though.
You should be scared. If you’re not scared, you’re not taking enough of a risk. I know these men are right for you—all of them.
She’s right, I can see it already; I can feel it, and my body craves it. I just don’t know in what capacity I will keep them. But I can already tell, I don’t want to let them go.
Shit, I’m in trouble.
But, if you’re always on the lookout for trouble, it’s hard to be surprised when it finds you. The next few months are going to be interesting, and I know that by the Blood Moon ceremony, I will be irrevocably changed.
The sound of bickering draws me back to the guys in the car, and I sigh. These men really have my wolf riled up, and by the looks of things, it is clear a dominance challenge is brewing between the boys.
It will only get worse until we settle who belongs where in the hierarchy. I am already relishing the idea of putting all my future mates down on the mat, and proving I am the most powerful. I just hope it won’t make things super awkward afterward. Shaun is the one that gives me the most pause, but one of us will win, and one will submit.
My wolf growls in approval of my decision. She desires to show these men exactly how strong she is.
Okay, so maybe I am looking forward to putting them into their place a bit too much.
Sometimes my wolf is much better at expressing my deepest desires. She’s like my conscience—pure instinct, want, and need. She has no filter, but she’s also extremely wise, and deferring to her usually serves me well.
Chapter Seven
Abby
After giving Shaun directions to our den, I begin to wonder about the upcoming months. The Blood Moon ceremony is hanging over my head like a millstone around my neck. This ceremony only happens once a century, and it’s the most powerful magic ceremony we perform. I don’t understand why my mother insisted that we have the ceremony when she did, but her sharp tone set any further questions to rest.
I move to cross my legs and can feel them sticking together from a mixture of my juices and saliva. I know I should be grossed out, but it’s actually a major turn-on. A shiver runs through me as I think back to the look on the guys’ faces as they watched Kaleb lap at my pussy. I have never seen such raw hunger, and I’ve decided to place the blame for my lack of propriety squarely on the Claiming. Sometimes you just need a reason to let go, and this was mine. My horny wolf doesn’t help either. As we pull into the driveway of my home, the pressure in my chest loosens. After a day like today, it’s soothing to be back home. The familiar crunch of gravel under the tires is like a siren song, letting me know I’m safe—my wolf yips in agreement.
What, you’re talking to me now?
I do remember you telling me to shut up.
And you’re listening to me? I am stunned.
Not really. I just didn’t feel like speaking to you either.
Then she lays down to nap, telegraphing all I need to know about her current mood. A pissed off wolf is not ideal, especially when you need her cooperation so you can shift at will.
I’m sorry, girl, I’m on a roller coaster of emotions, but you’re not the one I should be taking them out on.
I understand why you’re acting this way, so you’re forgiven.
With that she closes her eyes, signaling she’s done talking, just as the car comes to a stop.
I pull the hem of my dress down and pray I don’t flash anyone. I know I’m acting irrational, but I just Claimed five mates, got my party crashed by some assholes, and now my new insta-mates are coming to my home. Being rational is a tall order. I hop out of the van quickly and move to stand with the guys, who have all stopped to stare agog at my den.
“You really are a fucking princess,” Marcus breathes out.
“You didn’t tell us you live in a literal fucking castle,” Justin says in wonder. I look at him; his eyes are fiery with excitement. As my resident nerd, I can see he just wants to explore every secret passageway our home has to offer. I don’t blame him; as a child, before my alpha lessons kicked in, I would do the same. My reading nook was inspired by both the worlds I traveled to in books, and the secret tunnels I explored in my home.
“Come on boys; I thought you knew that den is just a word to describe our home. We’re wolves after all. Don’t you use some ancient dragon term for your home, too?” I ask with a chuckle.
“But this isn’t even one of those McMansions that someone threw up with cheap materials, looking out of place in its neighborhood. It really is a castle with wings, and turrets, and everything.” It’s Shaun who speaks this time, and the awe in his voice has me beaming with pride. I laugh at the continued look of astonishment on the guys’ faces as they take in more of my pack’s property.
The home is expansive—a palace, albeit one in Arizona. It’s built around a central courtyard in the Spanish Revival style with a large, two-story turret entryway covered in yellow stucco. A fleet of shiny black sedans lines the circular terracotta driveway. Wrought iron balconies are exploding with colors from the clay pots set on them, and it has a massive wooden entryway set in an archway.
We walk through the sweeping arches, enter through double doors, and head down a long foyer. I lead them past a formal dining room and sitting room and into the heart of our den. I smile as I take in the open floor plan of our step-down living room. This is where our pack lives, and it’s obvious. It has a lived-in charm and a welcoming atmosphere.
In the main living room is an assortment of leather chairs and microfiber couches in muted shades of red, brown, and orange. A large, double-sided fireplace brings the whole room together, even though it’s hardly ever used because of the Arizona heat. One of my favorite areas is the chef-sized, gourmet kitchen that’s visible from the living room in an open concept that makes the room feel unified and cozy. Its stainless-steel appliances always catch the light as the sun sets, while the stained-glass windows bathe the room in a soft glow. I take in the rooms with fresh eyes as my men look around, exceedingly proud to call this place my home.
“Come on in boys, and welcome to the den of the Dama de Noche,” I say, beaming.
My favorite room is the library, but there’s no time to give them an official tour. I want to get out of these heels and change out of this dress.
“Let’s go; I’ll give you a tour when we’re done. You all can come and check out my rooms while I change before the meeting. I love this outfit, but I’m dying to get into something more comfortable.” I say, groaning as I take off my heels.
I take them down the hall and up a large wooden staircase. I think it’s probably the best part of the home and an architectural wonder. In the middle of the large hallway is a set of stairs that loops around like a helix.
“Our den is yet another reason other packs want to merge with us so badly, but I want to show you my suite. It’s pretty spectacular, I promise,” I tease.
“This is stunning,” Justin adds, “do you know anything about the history of your home?”
> “Well, when my pack migrated from Mexico to Arizona, there were still real cowboys. So basically, we’ve been here forever. This is a protected section of the Coconino National Forest, and the magic barrier you entered back there protects us from being discovered,” I say, putting on my teacher’s pet hat and giving them a little spiel.
“How many acres do you have?” Justin asks.
“Well, the entire forest is almost two million acres, but the pack-owned land spans a fifty-mile radius.”
“And no one notices all the cars coming and going?” Kaleb asks.
“Great question, but no. That’s the best part about living in a national park; cars come and go from the forest all the time. We just veer off a little at the main exit, keep going, and voila, a giant castle in the middle of a national forest. What could be more normal?”
Justin nods as if this is all normal and sensible.
“Come on, studs. Close your mouths and follow me. I need to shower and put on some panties before we can meet my mother and the rest of the pack, and if you don’t stick with me, you’ll get lost.” I turn to look at them, and notice Marcus is missing.
“Where is Marcus?”
“I’m guessing he probably got distracted by that fancy-ass, gourmet kitchen we just passed. He’s kind of obsessed with cooking.”
“Uh, thanks, Kaden, stay here for a minute, I’ll go grab him.
I leave the guys in the hallway and head back towards the kitchen. Kaden was right, and I spy Marcus admiring the restaurant-sized gas range and double ovens.
“Why are you in here, hun?”
“I’m a chef, Abby; it’s basically the only thing I’m really good at.” He says the words absentmindedly as he continues to peruse the space. “So when I saw this kitchen, I couldn’t stop myself and had to take a peak.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re good at a lot of things,” I tease back. “But I don’t blame you. This is one of my favorite places in the den.”
“I might be good at some other things, but I don’t think you need to worry about that. Your hands are going to be very full over the next few months.”
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