Page 135 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

“You have no idea,” Derek murmured against my skin, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body. “Your scent is strongest here—the perfect blend of you and us.”

Meanwhile, Caleb’s hands roamed with gentle insistence, his touch lighting fires on my skin that had barely dimmed. When he guided my hand to his impressive length, I couldn’t help but marvel at the size—seriously, how were they all so huge? Was there something in the water here in Cedar Grove?

“You’re all so…” I trailed off, my fingers barely able to wrap around his girth.

“Blessed?” Caleb suggested with a wicked grin.

“Intimidating,” I corrected, though my body’s eager response betrayed my true feelings.

“We’re going to make you come again and again,” Caleb promised with that smug tilt to his lips that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Just with our cocks deep inside you.”

The mere suggestion had me blushing crimson, but my traitorous cock perked up at attention once more. Caleb laughed—a rich sound that resonated with pleasure—and quipped, “Looks like our little dragon-wolf is interested again.”

“It’s not little,” I protested weakly, even though I was grinning like an idiot. “It’s just… average.”

Derek hummed against my skin, his breath hot and ticklish. “Small and cute—just like you when you were in your tiny wolf form.”

I huffed indignantly. “Tiny wolf form or not, it gets the job done. And at least I don’t need a special-order bed to accommodate my massive ego and equally massive… everything else.”

Marcus returned then with what looked like water—the nectar of the gods at this moment—and I leaned in gratefully. But he chuckled low and said, “Payback time.”

“Payback?” My eyebrows shot up as memories of that steamy shower scene at the gym flooded back. “That was like… six hours ago. You guys hold grudges longer than Imo, and she’s still mad about a dumpling recipe theft from two years ago.”

He took a sip from the glass before crawling over to me, his movements fluid and predatory. His eyes held a mischievous glint as he grasped my chin gently and kissed me deeply, transferring the cool liquid into my mouth in an intimate drink-kiss that left me both quenched and thirstier than ever.

Once I swallowed, satisfying my thirst just enough to realize how parched I truly was, Marcus’ lips claimed mine hungrily again. The kiss was commanding—demanding even—as if he intended to devour every breath from my lungs until all that remained was dazed bewilderment.

When he finally pulled back, I was left gasping, my lips tingling and my head spinning. “That’s… one way to stay hydrated,” I managed, my voice embarrassingly breathless.

“You look so utterly beautiful like that,” Caleb murmured from beside us, his voice laced with wonder. “Dazed and breathless, your body thrumming with pleasure.”

Through our bond, I could feel his genuine awe, his delight in seeing me come undone under their combined attention. It was heady, knowing I affected these powerful men as much as they affected me.

But it was Derek’s words that made everything else fade away. “It’s time. Can’t wait anymore.”

I could feel him hot and hard against my back—the promise of what was yet to come sending shivers down my spine. Through our bond, I felt his desperate need, his restraint fraying with every passing second.

“Are you ready for us, little mate?” Marcus asked, his voice gentle despite the hunger I could feel radiating from him. “For all of us?”

The question hung in the air, loaded with meaning. This wasn’t just about physical pleasure—it was about completing our bond, sealing our connection in the most primal way possible.

I nodded, my throat suddenly tight with emotion. “Yes,” I whispered, the single word carrying all the certainty I felt. “I’m ready.”

Derek’s grip on me tightened, his breath hitching against my neck.Caleb’s eyes darkened with desire, his hand squeezing mine where it still rested on his length. And Marcus—Marcus looked at me with such fierce possession that it stole my breath away.

“Then let’s make you ours,” he said, his voice a promise and a command all at once. “Completely. Come here,” he beckoned, voice dripping with authority as he pulled me into his embrace.

Like a moth to a flame, I gravitated toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together. The kiss was nothing short of incendiary—our tongues waging a passionate war that neither of us wanted to win. Heat blossomed in my chest, radiating outward until every inch of me was alight with desire.

Derek’s presence loomed behind me, his breaths uneven as he lavished attention on the expanse of my back. His hands parted me with a possessiveness that should have sent warning bells ringing but instead only cranked up the heat in my veins. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against me was maddening; he teased without mercy until I was bucking back against him, silently begging for more.

“Stop teasing,” I gasped against Marcus’ lips, my voice embarrassingly needy. “I’m not getting any younger here.”

Derek’s chuckle was a warm breath against my skin. “Patience, little mate. We’ve waited nine years for this moment.”

“Well, I’ve waited about nine minutes, and it feels like an eternity,” I shot back, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the whimper that escaped when he pressed more firmly against me.

Then he slid into me, smooth and unyielding—his size eliciting a strangled cry from deep within my throat that got swallowed by Marcus’ insistent mouth. Every muscle in my body tensed as I tried to accommodate him; it felt like being split open by pure pleasure.

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