Warning: Mature Content Ahead!
And when Wren opened her eyes…
Everything smelled sharper and louder. The room vibrated. The heat between her legs had bloomed to something unbearable, feral, and untamable.
They were all still touching her.
Dimitri's lips that were blood stained brushed the corner of her mouth. "Fuck… what is this?"
Jace had her waist, his breath coming faster against her ear. "It's the bond. It's too strong."
Radek cursed and backed up two steps—then rushed forward again, as if something stronger than himself reeled him back.
Arlo had both hands on her hips now, his chest heaving. "She's too much. I can't—shit, I can't stop."
Their eyes glowed faintly in the low light. Gold. Silver. Amber. Green.
Wren felt the power in them like static before a storm. She was surrounded by predators, and instead of fear… she felt need.
"Don't…" she gasped, her hands tugging at Jace's shirt, up and over his head. "Don't stop."
Nobody did.
Arlo released her hips and let fingers traced down her back, his touch setting her nerves aflame. Radek's rough palm then pressed to her hip, pulling her flush against him. Jace's lips found hers in a fierce, demanding kiss that stole her breath, lips moving against hers with a hunger she couldn't fight. Dimitri circled her waist, rubbing and groping her ass like it had something he's long forgotten stuffed in it.
Wren's senses ignited, her every nerve screaming with need and confusion. She was caught in a storm of desire with the impossible pull of four alpha wolves overwhelming her completely. She tasted them all as they took turns in kissing her.
A tear pricked behind her eye. It was not the type you got from pain, but from knowing she was already too far gone to stop any of them. Not even herself.
Her hands tangled in Arlo's hair as Jace's mouth moved lower to her throat, teeth grazing lightly, and teasing. Radek's hands slid beneath her shirt, gripping her breasts on his palms with an insistent hunger. Dimitri's strong arms held her steady as if she might melt away without him.
Their kisses were rough and possessive. Radek wasn't satisfied with her lips alone, he took her tongue in his mouth, tenderly sucking on it.
Wren should be afraid. She was taking on four men who had glowing eyes with blood on their lips. And yet... fear was the last thing on her mind.
The air in her lungs sizzled with heat, the cramped apartment forgotten as their bodies pressed together, skin on skin.
And soon, her clothes were gone from her body before she could even register who had torn what. Jace's mouth found hers, bruising and hot, while Arlo's hands skimmed down her thighs, searching for her hole.
She should say something. She should draw a line, but her voice was buried under heat and hunger and hands.
Dimitri kissed her neck—over the bite mark. Her whimper only spurred him on.
Radek was the last to let go. But when he did, it was with a low growl and a look that pinned her in place. He undid his buttons and shirt hit the floor after, revealing a torso carved like stone.
His chest heaving as if he'd just outrun death itself. There was a wide birthmark across his chest. Wren let out a soft breath in awe.
She had never seen anything like it. It was so… darkly enchanting. So beckoning on to her.
This wasn't her. Or maybe it was. Maybe this wild thing, this creature with a heartbeat in her core, had always been waiting to wake.
Arlo wasn't far behind with his broad shoulders, and sun-kissed skin. The sharp lines of his hips led down to…
"Oh my god," she breathed.
They were all like this. Naked. Huge. Breathtaking. A gallery of heat and danger and temptation. The erection had enlarged their dicks, each uniquely tempting in its own way.
Wren let her eyes take them all in. Jace's dick was curvy and huge. The sight of it dried up her throat as she imagined it curving its way into her tightness.
She was lost… unsure if this was her talking or Lulu putting ideas in her head to aid with the whole seduction thing. She doubted if Lulu had to go through the trouble, because these men—these handsome devils were provoking heat from between her thighs.
Even if she hadn't done the sexual act itself, she had participated in everything sensual worth participating in. And oh boy, the nights she spent on watching porn were about to pay off.
Radek had a really long dick. She wasn't good with measurements, but that was a solid ten inches. Arlo's was shorter… the shortest of them all even, but also the hardest.
And Dimitri's cock was right about perfect. Perfect size, length, and shape. OH…
"You're going to break me," she murmured, drunk on sensation.
Jace's hand slid between her thighs. "You'll live."
"Maybe."
She wasn't sure if this was the bond making them lose control… or if they wanted her like this; without thought and without choice.
But that was a wonder that could never come true. Not that she wanted it to anyway. Lulu had made it clear what the mate bond would make them do.
She hadn't originally believed until the evidence was playing out right in front of her.
All four of them pressed in close. Her legs wrapped around someone's waist—she didn't even know whose. Someone kissed her collarbone while another began to lick his way over her leg, going upward and making her shiver violently.
She wanted to say stop, but her mouth only opened for another kiss. Somewhere deep down, a part of her screamed—and another part moaned louder.
She had never felt more wanted… or more terrified of how easily she'd given in.
Then… BANG.
A sharp knock sounded on the door.Everyone froze. The tension snapped like a whip. They stood motonlessly panting, heaving, and so fucking naked. All of them.
Jace let go of her like she'd burned him. Dimitri was halfway to her mouth with his teeth when he stopped so fast it almost made her fall. Arlo stood so abruptly, retrieving his tongue that was near her hole that she nearly overturned with him. Radek swore and dragged his hands over his face.
The door shook with another knock. Holy. Fricking. Airball.