Chapter 110
The door to our suite crashed open as Lachlan and Daxon barreled in, breathless and wild eyed from the chase. Lachlan’s shirt was already halfway off, revealing the hard planes of his chest.
“Ye cheeky bastard,” he rumbled, his brogue thick with mock indignation. “Could’ve waited for the rest of us.”
Ashrian’s grin was pure sin, his fangs glinting in the low light. “I’ll wait to share,” he said, dragging his tongue slowly up my neck, the wet heat making me gasp.
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The air was heavy with the scent of herbs and oils, steam curling from the massive tub Lachlan had clearly spelled to fill with a flick of his hand. Daxon stepped forward, his calloused hands claiming me from Ashrian’s arms. He pulled me against his broad chest, his heat seeping into me as he stepped into the water, the warmth enveloping us both. His fingers traced the curve of my spine, strong and possessive, as Lachlan slid in behind me, his hands replacing Daxon’s with a seamless, practiced ease that made my breath hitch.
They worshipped me.
Daxon’s hands wove through my hair, massaging my scalp with slow, deliberate strokes, the tension of the past days melting under his touch. Ashrian’s lips grazed my collarbone, his kisses featherlight at first, then hungrier, leaving a trail of heat across my skin.
Lachlan’s hands worked the knots from my shoulders, his fingers slick with oil, gliding over my aching muscles. His lips brushed the nape of my neck, a low hum of approval vibrating against my skin as he whispered, “Ye were made fer bein‘ worshipped, mo ghrá.”
Every touch, every kiss, was a claim, a promise, a reverent undoing. My body softened, pliant under their hands, as they worked in perfect sync, their movements a dance of desire and devotion.
By the time they lifted me from the tub, my skin was flushed, my limbs boneless, my core aching with a need that burned hotter than the
steam.
They carried me to the bed, laying me out across the silken sheets like an offering to the gods. My skin glistened in the candlelight, still damp from the bath, and their eyes devoured me. I trembled under the weight of their gazes, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
Ashrian moved first, his eyes burning with hunger as he descended upon me. His lips closed around my nipple, already taut and sensitive, and he flicked his tongue across it with devastating precision. I hissed, arching into him, my hands fisting the sheets as pleasure sparked through me.
His fangs grazed my skin, a teasing threat, and I met his gaze, my voice trembling but sure. “Bite me, Ashrian. Please…”
He growled, low and feral, his fangs descending fully as he struck, sinking them into the soft flesh above my breast. The sharp sting made me gasp, but it melted into a wave of molten pleasure that rolled through me, pooling between my thighs. I writhed beneath him, my ‘hands tangling in his silky hair, tugging as I moaned his name. The sensation of his fangs, his tongue lapping at the blood, was intoxicating, each pull sending shocks of ecstasy through my veins.
Daxon’s hands found my hips, his touch grounding as he positioned himself between my legs. His fingers teased my folds, slick with arousal, and he groaned, his voice rough with need. “Gods, El, you’re so fucking wet. This pussy was made for us.”
Before I could respond, he thrust into me, his thick cock stretching me with a delicious burn. I cried out, my head tipping back as he filled me completely, each slow, deliberate thrust driving me higher. My eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Ashrian’s fangs and Daxon’s relentless rhythm.
Ashrian released me with a final, languid lick, his lips stained with my blood as he leaned down to kiss me. The metallic tang mingled with the heat of his mouth, and I melted into him, my tongue chasing the taste as our lips moved in a desperate, hungry dance. He pulled
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back, his eyes dark with desire, and murmured, “So fucking perfect.”
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I lay back, naked and aching, my body thrumming with need. Lachlan knelt at the edge of the bed, his hands gripping my jaw to tilt my face toward him. His gaze was pure possession, blue eyes blazing with a fire that made my thighs clench. “Fuckin‘ hell, mo ghrá,” he growled, his brogue thick and dripping with sin. “Look at ye, lips swollen, eyes glazed like the perfect wee whore ye are for me.”
I whimpered, the filthy praise igniting a fresh wave of heat. His fingers traced my throat, slow and deliberate, as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my lips. “Ye take me so well, love. So greedy for it. My powerful little goddess, all undone just for us.”
He guided himself to my lips, his cock thick and heavy, and I opened for him eagerly. He moved with slow, controlled thrusts, each one claiming my throat deeper, his hand tangling in my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted. “Bet ye love bein‘ used like this,” he murmured, brushing damp strands from my face. “Flat on yer back, takin‘ every filthy thing I give ye. Made for it, weren’t ye?”
Daxon’s pace quickened, his hips snapping against mine, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, my moans muffled around Lachlan as he fucked my mouth with that same deliberate control. Tears pricked my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming intensity, the way they consumed me, body and soul. I was theirs, and I wanted every second of it.
“Fuck, Elowen,” Lachlan snarled, his grip tightening in my hair. “Gonna ruin ye properly. Mark yer throat, yer soul, yer fuckin‘ legacy.”
His words sent me spiraling, my body clenching around Daxon as I shattered, my climax crashing through me like a tidal wave. Lachlan followed, his growl reverberating through me as he spilled into my mouth, hot and claiming. I swallowed every drop, my body trembling as Daxon groaned, his own release flooding me, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust deep, ensuring every bit of him stayed inside.
He pulled out slowly, his fingers trailing through the mess between my legs, pushing his cum back inside with a gentleness that made me giggle despite the haze. “Fricken Alpha wolves,” I teased, my voice hoarse.
Ashrian’s wicked grin returned as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me toward him with a possessive tug. “My turn,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent fresh shivers through me.
He struck again, his fangs sinking into my other breast as he thrust into me, his cock filling me with a single, powerful stroke. The dual sensations, his bite, and his relentless rhythm, sent me spiraling into euphoria.
His thrusts grew frantic, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me, the wet heat of my body still slick with Daxon’s release. I clawed at the sheets, my moans turning to screams as another orgasm tore through me, stars exploding behind my eyes. Ashrian followed, his release a hot flood inside me, and he collapsed beside me, his chest heaving.
Panting, I lay there, surrounded by my mates, their scents and warmth enveloping me.
A girl could get used to this, I thought, a lazy smile curving my lips as I drifted in the afterglow, safe in the chaos of their love.
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