Page 146 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

Caleb and Derek watched with hungry eyes, their hands on their cocks as they observed their mate’s pleasure. Kai should have felt embarrassed, displayed like this, but all he felt was a heady rush of power at how completely he had captivated these three powerful alphas.

“Touch yourself,” Marcus whispered in his ear. “Show them how good it feels.”

Kai complied, his hand wrapping around his cock as Marcus continued to thrust into him from below. The position allowed for deep penetration, each movement hitting that perfect spot inside him that made his vision blur.

“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged, his voice a low rumble against Kai’s back. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you come apart for me.”

Later, on the plush rug before the fire, Caleb lay on his back with Kai straddling his face, the younger brother’s tongue working him with devastating skill while Derek knelt behind, thrusting into Kai with measured strokes.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Caleb gasped, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving in again, his tongue circling Kai’s entrance where Derek’s cock stretched him wide.

The sensation of Caleb’s tongue against his sensitive rim, alongside Derek’s thick length, was almost too much to bear. Kai cried out, his hands braced on the floor as his body trembled with overwhelming pleasure.

“Too much?” Derek asked, his hand stroking Kai’s tail with gentle pressure.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Kai managed, his voice breaking on the words.

They didn’t stop—not until Kai had come twice more, his release painting Caleb’s chest while Derek filled him from behind, both brothers growling their satisfaction as they claimed their mate.

Throughout it all, Kai’s supernatural traits continued to manifest—the glow beneath his skin brightening with each climax, his tail appearing and disappearing with his levels of arousal. The scales along his collarbones and spine shimmered in the firelight, iridescent and mesmerizing, further evidence of his dragon heritage.

“I’m turning into a supernatural mood ring,” Kai complained after one particularly intense session left him literally glowing. “Next thing you know, I’ll be changing colors based on my emotions.”

“Blue for sarcasm?” Caleb suggested, trailing his fingers along the scales that had appeared on Kai’s back.

“Red for ‘if you touch me again, I might actually combust,’” Kai countered, though he arched into the touch despite his words.

As the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky outside the windows, Marcus led them all to the massive shower. The space was designed to accommodate multiple people—a feature that now seemed prescient rather than excessive.

“I’m not sure I can stand,” Kai admitted as Derek helped him from the bed. “You three have literally fucked me senseless.”

“We’ll hold you up,” Caleb promised, supporting Kai’s other side.

The shower was a sanctuary of steam and warm water, the multiple heads ensuring that no one was left in the cold. Marcus took charge, gently washing Kai’s body with reverent hands, noting the marks they had left—bite marks on his neck, his chest, his thighs; fingerprint bruises on his hips; the redness around his entrance that spoke of their thorough claiming.

“Sorry about the marks,” Marcus murmured, running a soapy hand over a particularly vivid bite on Kai’s shoulder.

“Are you kidding?” Kai replied, leaning back against Marcus’ chest. “I’m wearing them like badges of honor. Though I might need to invest in some turtlenecks if I ever want to show my face in public again.”

Derek chuckled, helping to rinse the soap from Kai’s skin. “They’ll fade faster than human marks would. Supernatural healing.”

“Thank God for small mercies,” Kai said, then gasped as Caleb’s hands wandered lower, clearly intent on more than just cleaning. “Oh no. No, no, no. I am officially tapping out. My ass needs at least a week to recover from the Stone brother marathon.”

Caleb pouted but redirected his attention to washing Kai’s hair, his fingers massaging the scalp with just enough pressure to draw a contented sigh from their mate.

As they bathed each other, the mood shifted from sexual to tender, the bond between them settling into something warm and comfortable. By the time they stepped out of the shower, Kai was nearly asleep on his feet, his eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion.

Marcus wrapped him in a plush towel, drying him with gentle efficiency before lifting him into his arms. Kai didn’t protest the manhandling, merely nestled closer, his head finding the crook of Marcus’ neck as if it belonged there.

“Bed,” Marcus decided, carrying Kai back to the bedroom where Derek and Caleb had already changed the sheets.

They settled Kai in the center of the massive bed, then arranged themselves around him—Derek on his right, Caleb on his left, Marcus behind him, his chest to Kai’s back. The position felt right, natural, as if they had been sleeping this way for years rather than hours.

“This is nice,” Kai murmured, already half-asleep. “Warm.”

“Sleep, little mate,” Marcus said softly, pressing a kiss to the nape of Kai’s neck. “We’ve got you.”

“Not going anywhere,” Kai assured them, his voice slurring with exhaustion. “Too comfortable. Plus, pretty sure my legs don’t work anymore.”

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