Page 133 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

That was all it took. As I crested high on waves of bliss and crashed over into ecstasy, spilling myself into Derek’s welcoming mouth, I was pretty sure I invented new constellations. The combination of Derek’s skilled mouth, Caleb’s teasing fingers, and Marcus’ encouraging words sent me hurtling over the edge with humiliating speed.

I came with a shout, my body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me in waves. Derek swallowed everything I had to give, his eyes never leaving mine as I shattered beneath him.

So much for playing it cool. Three weeks of supernatural foreplay had reduced my stamina to that of a teenager watching his first adult film. My body had clearly staged a coup against my dignity.

“Sorry,” I panted when I could finally form words again, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “That was… um… quick.”

Derek just looked smug as he crawled up my body, licking his lips like he’d just enjoyed the finest delicacy. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” he rumbled, his voice rough with desire. “Besides, now we can take our time with round two.” His lips claimed mine in a kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue. It should have been weird; instead, it was strangely erotic.

Through our newly formed bond, I felt a surge of satisfaction from all three brothers—a pride in having reduced me to this trembling, gasping mess. Their pleasure at my pleasure was a feedback loop that only intensified my own experience.

“Like how you taste?” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire.

“I think you enjoyed it more than I did,” I quipped, though the words came out more breathless than snarky.

His chuckle vibrated against my lips. “Oh, I definitely did. But I plan to enjoy a lot more before we’re done.”

Caleb continued his sweet torture of my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive buds until I was squirming beneath him. “So responsive,” he marveled, his eyes meeting mine with a heat that made my insides melt. “I could do this all night and never get tired of watching you.”

Marcus’ hand found my cock, which was somehow already hardening again under his expert touch. “The benefits of youth,” he murmured appreciatively, his strokes firm and sure. “And perhaps a little supernatural stamina.”

“Is that”—I gasped as his thumb circled the sensitive head—“a werewolf thing or a dragon thing?”

“Both, I imagine,” Marcus replied, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Though we’ll have plenty of time to test the limits of both.”

Through our newly formed bond, I could feel their desire for me—raw and primal and overwhelming. It mirrored my own need, amplifying it until I was dizzy with sensation, drowning in a sea of pleasure that had no beginning and no end. Their emotions crashed over me in waves—possessiveness, desire, tenderness, and something deeper.

“Too much,” I gasped, though my body arched into their touches, silently begging for more.

“Never enough,” Caleb countered, his lips moving from my nipples to trail kisses down my stomach. “We’ve waited nine years for this, baby. We’re just getting started.”

The intensity of their combined focus was overwhelming. Through the bond, I could feel their joy at finally having me, their satisfaction at my responses, their hunger for more. It was like being wrapped in a blanket of desire so thick it threatened to suffocate me—but what a way to go.

“I can feel all of you,” I whispered, awed by the connection humming between us. “In my head, in my heart—everywhere.”

“That’s the bond,” Marcus explained, his voice gentle despite the hunger I could feel radiating from him. “It will settle, become more manageable. But right now, it’s new and raw.”

“Like us,” Derek added, his hand replacing his mouth on my cock, stroking with a rhythm that had me seeing stars again.

“I don’t want it to settle,” I admitted, the confession pulled from somewhere deep inside me. “I like feeling you this way—all of you, all at once.”

Their collective pleasure at my words washed over me through the bond, a wave of warmth and satisfaction that made my heart swell. This was what it meant to be claimed, to be theirs—this connection that transcended the physical, this sharing of sensation and emotion that made us four parts of a single whole.

“Then don’t fight it,” Caleb encouraged, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the heat building between us. “Let us in, Kai. All the way in.”

As their hands and mouths continued their sensual assault on my senses, I did just that—I opened myself fully to the bond, letting their emotions flood me, letting my own pour back into them. The result was a feedback loop of pleasure and desire so intense it bordered on spiritual.

I was floating on a cloud of sensation, each touch, each kiss, each look from my mates sending me higher. Caleb’s hands replaced Derek’s on my thighs, spreading me wider, his intent clear as his gaze locked with mine.

“Ready for more?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“More?” I managed, my voice embarrassingly breathless. “You three are going to kill me with pleasure, and my tombstone will read ‘Death by Alpha—he died happy.’”

Caleb’s laugh was warm against my inner thigh. “What a way to go, though.”

I nodded, words failing me as Derek claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His tongue invaded my mouth with the confidence of a conquering army, claiming territory with athoroughness that made my toes curl. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a declaration of ownership, hot and hungry and overwhelming in its intensity.

Meanwhile, Caleb’s mouth descended on my cock, his lips wrapping around me with a reverence that belied the wicked gleam in his eyes. His tongue worked the underside with a skill that had me arching off the bed, a strangled moan caught in my throat.

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