“Gonna make you mine now, love. You want that?”
“Please…”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He pushed my hair aside, finding an area of flesh that was unmarked, before latching on and biting down.
When he bit down, when he took me as his mate, I felt that sense of fullness inside me, just as Fen had described, but I was surprised it didn’t feel like a new thing at all. Instead, it was affirming, of me, of him, of us, of the boy who’d smash his chin on the rocks to gather frogs for me rather than look after his own wellbeing. As he held me, as he pulsed inside me and I squeezed him dry, there was a rush of warmth that felt huge, airy, and expanded out to encompass everything.
“Love you, Riley girl,” he said as we collapsed down onto the bed.
Chapter 47
I think I passed out a little after that, but when I came to, it was to the feeling of soft kisses placed all over my body. Initially, just little points of contact, gentle brushes. They reminded me I had a body, had skin, because they bathed every inch of it in delicate caresses that drew me slowly, surely back to the land of the living.
“There she is,” Fen said with a small smile, hanging over me now.
“I made her pass out,” Ryan said, congratulating himself with a muffled voice, his head buried in a pillow.
“I’d probably reach for unconsciousness too if I had to fuck you,” Haze said drily, ambling back into the room and lying down on the bed. “How you doing, baby? Still hanging in there. So close now.” His eyes flicked to Fen, then Blake. “You’re gonna need to do the work. She’s exhausted.”
“And needy.” Colt rolled over, shooting me a secret smile. “She needs both of you.”
“She needs all of us,” Fen corrected before those green eyes swung to me.
I was treated then to something all the girls at my school would have wanted and I’d always feared—Fen’s undivided attention. I forced myself to hold his gaze, though, even as he sat down between my legs, just running his hands up and down my thighs for the moment. Acclimating me, I quickly realised, which since I was sucking his dick some moments before, seemed a little redundant, but… The slow rub of his skin against mine, it created a special kind of friction that was almost mesmeric, and I found myself going limp as a result.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just breathe. Breathe us in, feel us.”
I couldn’t do anything else but, Blake scrambling closer now, scooping up my head and placing it in his lap. He stared down at me, looking like a man at war with himself until he touched me. As Fen soothed me below, he did so above, stroking my hair, my face, my shoulders, until it felt like I was being remade by the two of them.
“Good girl,” I was told, right as Fen’s hands spread my legs wider and his fingers delved in.
I was slick, so slick now, and Fen’s fingers almost played with that, scooping up cum that leaked free and then pushed it gently back inside.
“You won’t have children yet. Maybe you won’t ever want to,” he said, almost to himself. “But that need to breed you?” I shivered as his fingers pressed deeper, as if that would keep everything the guys had deposited inside me. “To fill you full of cum, make you stay perfectly still as it pools inside you.” Two fingers slid either side of my clit then, making me squirm, but another landed on my stomach. “To see you swell with what we gave you, to become rounded and full.”
His hand felt like it remade my currently flat stomach, making it feel like something else altogether. Something hard, stretched taut as life grew inside me. Something… He moved then, laying his cock along my seam and holding it down as he moved against me. The shaft of his cock was an imprecise if thorough form of stimulation. When I sighed, Blake kept stroking me, as if soothing me through what was happening.
“I feel that, Riley, hard,” Fen said, then paused, slowly, oh so slowly, notching his dick against the entrance to my cunt. “I don’t know if it’ll ever stop, that need to be inside you. I’ve ached for it for so damn long, it feels unreal to finally do it, like you’ll be snatched away from me, no matter how hard I hold on. So I guess I have to lock you down tight before something else snatches you away.”
My mouth fell open, forming a perfect O as he drove himself inside me, my eyes staring blindly into Blake’s as he did so, but I didn’t get any time to adjust. My hips were hauled closer, my legs locking around Fen’s waist as the gloves came off.
“But they’ll have to fight me and mine to take you from me,” he assured me. “No more bullshit getting between us, Riley. You’re mine now. Say it!”
The boy at the point, who’d held me so close, right as our childhood was slipping through our fingers, as we took our first shaking steps towards adulthood, he was the one who was here right now, all sharp fangs and intensity, ready to fight anyone who’d get between us. But there was no Clayton, no parents, no one here to try and push us apart, and Fen, he seemed to be still coming to grips with that.
“Say that you’re mine.” This came out as a savage plea now. “Say that you’ll be mine forever.”
“I always was.”
I rolled up then, not letting him slip free as I straddled his lap, feeling him sink deeper as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I used to write your name and mine, over and over inside little hearts, and then I used to tear those notes up, burn them, and erase them so thoroughly, it was as if they never existed. This is always where I wanted to be—with this pack, with you.”
He stared at me then, Fen’s mask of control slipping to let the angry boy out.
“I’m not leaving, ever,” I continued. “I can’t. Now stop talking and take me as yours, Fen Vanguard, the way you should’ve that night at the point.”