Page 136 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

Derek’s arms banded around me, pulling me away from Marcus’ kiss as he held me tight against his chest. I could feel his heart hammering against my back, his breath hot against my neck as he gave me time to adjust to his size.

“Huge is an understatement,” I gasped when I could finally form words again. “You’re like a walking advertisement for the phrase ‘Go big or go home.’”

His chuckle rumbled through us both. “But you feel so damn good,” Derek growled, voice laced with wonder and lust. “Hot and tight… like velvet wrapped around steel.”

The image alone was enough to reignite the fire in my belly, but then he shared that sensation through our bond—a tidal wave of raw pleasure that hit me with the force of a supernova. Caleb and Marcus responded, their growls vibrating through the room as their eyes glowed with otherworldly light.

“Is this what you’ve been feeling?” I managed to ask, overwhelmed by the feedback loop of sensation flowing through our bond. “Because if so, I’m not sure how any of you function on a daily basis.”

“It’s even better than I imagined,” Derek murmured against my ear, his hips making small, experimental movements that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

Then he began to move in earnest, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars with every thrust. Each time he drove into me, the tip of his cock hit that magical spot deep inside that made coherent thought impossible. I cried out, my body arching into his touch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Caleb moved closer, his eyes dark with desire as he watched us. “You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Taking him so perfectly.”

He claimed my lips in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the heat building between us. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with Derek’s thrusts, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure already consuming me.

“I can’t—” I gasped against Caleb’s lips, my body tightening as I felt my release approaching. “I’m going to?—”

“Let go,” Caleb encouraged, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock. “We want to see you come apart for us.”

Derek’s thrusts grew more powerful, more insistent, driving me closer and closer to the edge. When I finally tumbled over, it was with a shout that echoed off the walls, my release painting Caleb’s hand and abs with hot, pearly stripes.

But Derek didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—his need to claim me fully driving him on. His rhythm grew more frantic, more desperate, each thrust pushing me higher and higher despite my recent release.

Caleb licked his cum-coated hand clean with a wicked grin, his eyes never leaving mine. “You taste as good as you feel,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

The sight was so erotic, so unexpected, that I felt myself hardening again despite having just come. Through our bond, I could feel their collective satisfaction at my responsiveness, their pride in being able to drive me to such heights of pleasure.

“Supernatural stamina has its perks,” I managed to quip, though the words came out breathless and shaky as Derek continued his relentless assault on my senses.

His thrusts became even more powerful, each one driving me closer to a second release that seemed impossible yet inevitable. I could feel him swelling inside me, his own climax approaching as his movements grew more erratic.

“Mine,” he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Ours.”

“Yours,” I agreed, the word torn from my throat as pleasure spiraled through me once more.

When my second orgasm hit, it was even more intense than the first, my body clenching around Derek’s cock as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. With a final, powerful thrust, Derekburied himself to the hilt inside me, his release filling me as his teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder.

The bite should have hurt, but all I felt was a surge of pleasure so intense it bordered on spiritual. A brilliant light enveloped us, pulsing outward from where we were joined, bathing the room in a supernatural glow that seemed to echo the completion of our bond.

Through the haze of pleasure, I was dimly aware of Marcus and Caleb moving closer, their hands on me, on Derek, their presence a comforting weight in my mind as our bond solidified into something unbreakable.

As the glow faded and Derek’s hold on me gentled, I felt a sense of completion I’d never experienced before. I was theirs, and they were mine, bound together by something far stronger than the marks on my skin or the physical act we’d just shared.

“That was…” I trailed off, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks of Derek’s claiming. Words seemed inadequate to describe the earthquake of sensation that had just ripped through me.

“Just the beginning,” Marcus finished for me, his eyes gleaming with promise. “We’ve only just started, little mate.”

I’d always thought the phrase “fucked senseless” was just colorful exaggeration. Turns out, it’s a literal condition when supernatural mates are involved. My brain had officially left the building, leaving behind a note that read: “Gone to pleasure town, don’t wait up.”

I barely had time to process the implications of that statement before Caleb was pulling me onto his lap, his hands firm but gentle on my hips. His lips claimed mine in a kiss that was all-consuming, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a possessiveness that left me dizzy.

“You’re insatiable,” I managed to gasp out between kisses, though the words were more of a breathless compliment than a complaint.

“Says the guy who’s already come twice and is still hard,” Caleb retorted with a wicked grin. “I think we’ve created a monster.”

“If by ‘monster’ you mean ‘supernatural sex god in training,’ then yes, guilty as charged,” I quipped, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the needy whimper that escaped when his hands gripped my ass.

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