Page 98 of Echoes From the Void

Dorian’s breath is cool against my hot center, his fingers gently parting me. His tongue flicks out, a soft, cool touch that sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. I cry out, my back arching, my hands gripping the blankets beneath me.

Their touches, their mouths, their love surrounds me, consumes me. I’m a writhing,

panting mess of desire, drowning in a sea of sensation. Every nerve ending is alight, every fiber of my being attuned to their touches, their scents, their breaths mingling with mine.

Bishop’s mouth claims my neglected breast, tongue and teeth working in perfect counterpoint to the rhythm Leo and Matteo have established below. Three distinct touches merge into one overwhelming sensation—Bishop’s clever fingers joining the others in a symphony of strokes that has me writhing, my hips rising helplessly to meet them. Like a well-rehearsed dance, they move together, each touch building on the last until I can barely remember to breathe.

Leo’s mouth moves from my ear to my neck, sucking and nipping, his hand gripping my chin, turning my head to meet his fiery gaze. “Look at me, Frankie,” he commands, his voice hoarse with desire. “Look at us, loving you.”

I hold his gaze, my eyes fluttering as Dorian’s cool tongue finds my clit, his frost swirling around it, creating a sensation sointense it’s almost unbearable. I whimper, my body trembling, my eyes locked with Leo’s.

Matteo’s fangs sink into my hip again, deeper this time, the pinch of pain pushing me higher, closer to the edge. His fingers, along with Leo’s and Bishop’s, thrust deeper, harder, their rhythm faster now, urgent.

“Come for us, Frankie,” Bishop murmurs against my breast, his voice vibrating through me. “Let us see you, feel you.”

And I do. With a scream that’s half-pleasure, half-pain, I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing, my shadows exploding outwards, enveloping us all. I feel their pleasure echoing mine, their desires merging with mine, their love wrapping around me like a cocoon.

As the waves of my orgasm subside, I reach out, my hands finding them, pulling them closer. “Want you,” I pant. “All of you.”

Bishop kisses me deeply, passionately, then moves aside, letting Leo take his place. Leo’s body covers mine, his heat searing, his eyes never leaving mine as he slides into me, filling me completely. I gasp, my body stretching to

accommodate him, my legs wrapping around his waist. He moves slowly, deliberately, each thrust a claim, a declaration.

“Mine,” Leo groans, his face transformed by equal parts ecstasy and fierce concentration. His claim pulses through our bond like a heartbeat, each thrust punctuated by a wave of possessive love that makes my shadows dance.

Matteo and Dorian flow into position like shadows themselves—Matteo’s heat on our left, Dorian’s frost on our right, their hands creating a devastating harmony as they explore both Leo’s tensed muscles and my sensitive skin. Behind Leo, Bishop moves with precise grace, his Guardian-trained hands steadying Leo’s hips while his mouth maps the constellation of freckles along Leo’s spine. The connectionbetween all five of us ignites, pack magic turning our individual bonds into something greater than their sum.

I feel Bishop’s desire through our bond, his need to claim, to connect. He looks at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nod, giving my consent, wanting this, wanting them all connected.

Bishop enters Leo slowly, carefully, his gaze locked onto mine. I feel Leo’s pleasure spike, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic. The sensation of Bishop moving in Leo, pushing him deeper into me, is overwhelming. Our bond is a whirlwind of shared pleasure, love, and desire.

Matteo balances himself on one elbow, his free hand finding my clit while his other arm reaches across to grip Leo’s shoulder, anchoring us all together. Between gentle circles that make me gasp, I feel Dorian’s frost trailing over my skin, his cool mouth mapping a path along my shoulder as one hand explores Leo’s chest, our pleasure building in perfect harmony.

Our pack bonds illuminate like a web of starlight, each connection burning brighter as pleasure ricochets between us. Leo’s building orgasm feels like summer lightning in our bond, his body coiling tighter with each thrust while his natural warmth flares against my shadows. Bishop’s Guardian power adds depth like distant thunder, while Matteo’s protective energy wraps around us all like armor made of pure sensation. Above it all, Dorian’s frost creates patterns of exquisite contrast, turning overwhelming heat into perfect balance.

“Together,” I gasp, feeling my own release gathering like a storm of shadows and starlight. My power reaches for theirs instinctively, weaving the separate threads of our magic into something new and devastating. “Need to feel all of you, all at once, completely.”

Matteo’s fangs sink into my shoulder, his hand working faster between my legs. Dorian’s frost intensifies, his mouthfinding mine, his kiss cool and deep. Bishop’s grip on Leo’s hips tightens, his thrusts matching Leo’s urgency.

And then we’re falling, tumbling into ecstasy together. Leo’s release triggers mine, our combined pleasure sending Bishop over the edge. Matteo and Dorian follow, their pleasure echoing ours, our bonds a kaleidoscope of shared ecstasy. Our bodies shake and tremble, our breaths mingle, our hearts pound in sync. Our love and desire swirl together, a storm of emotions that binds us, strengthens us.

We descend from our shared high in stages, bodies trembling and breath ragged. When Leo starts to shift away, I catch his wrist, tugging him back against my right side. “Stay,” I whisper, my other hand reaching for Bishop. They understand without words, rearranging themselves around me like protective walls—Leo curled against my right side, Bishop solid and warm on my left, while Matteo and Dorian bracket us at head and feet, their bodies forming a perfect circle of protection and devotion.

Bishop settles to my left, his arm draping across my waist as his fingers trace constellations on my skin. Matteo curls behind Leo, one muscled arm wrapped around Leo’s hip, thumb stroking circles there. Dorian completes our formation on my right, his cool chest pressed against my back as his frost dances along my spine, the five of us fitting together like puzzle pieces in our nest of blankets.

I look around at each of them, my heart swelling with love. “We’re not done yet,” I whisper, a small smile playing on my lips. Their eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating again with renewed desire.

Dorian’s touch traces a path down my hip that leaves delicate whorls of frost in its wake, like frozen ferns spreading across winter glass. Each pattern pulses with his power, sending shivers of pleasure-pain through my overheated skin. “What doyou want, Frankie?” The words fall from his lips like snowflakes, soft but heavy with meaning.

My hand finds Matteo’s face, thumb ghosting over the dangerous curve of his fang. The contact sends a spark of recognition between us—predator and prey, protector and protected, the complex dance of power we’ve perfected. His dark eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with desire and something deeper, more primal. “I want to feel you,” I breathe, letting my shadows rise to dance with his. “Want to feel how our powers change when we’re connected like this.”

Matteo’s eyes darken further, desire and love warring in their depths. He leans in, capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. I feel his fangs graze my lip, a promise, a tease.

Bishop’s hand moves from my stomach to my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. “And what about me, Frankie?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “What do you want from me?”

I turn to him, my eyes locking onto his. “I want you to claim me, Bishop,” I say, my voice steady, sure. “I want you to mark me, make me yours.”

A growl rumbles through Bishop’s chest, his eyes flashing with primal desire. He leans

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