Page 143 of Forged Bonds

“I was stabbed. Had to heal it.”

Pushing Cas onto Emmett’s lap so his back was leaning against the big shifter’s chest, I grabbed under his thighs and hoisted him up so he was splayed out. His cheeks went pink and his attention drifted from me to Ozzy and Nolan, who were standing in the doorway. Oswald was hungrily watching what I was doing, but Nolan was looking anywhere but at Caspian.

“Get in here and close the door,” I demanded. “I need to put up some wards so no one hears Caspian scream for me.”

The door slammed. Nolan hovered by it, hand inches from the knob until Oswald grabbed him and pushed him onto the mattress. It bounced and Shan looked at them with marginally less annoyance than he usually looked at them with. Probably because they’d done their job and kept me alive.

“You don’t usually let me push you around,” Ozzy teased Nolan, smirking down at him. “Is this the new normal?”

In a flash Nolan had Oswald pinned to the bed in his place, straddling his hips.

Caspian let out a little sound of desperation that had all eyes focused on him again. He was staring at them, rocking his ass against Emmett’s cock. His arousal scent was the heaviest of all of ours, overlaying mine, even. Em was right. My poor incubus was starving.

A grin slowly spread across Nolan’s face, all hesitation over the group setting gone. His keen green eyes focused on Cas as his hand found the necklace Oswald was wearing and yanked. It was the same black choker Nolan had put on him for our first mission. He had him wear it every time we were remotely close to danger, now.

Oswald groaned at the pressure on the back of his neck, shifting to the side so Nolan’s taut grip was working against his throat. “You might not like us touching your mate, but he sure likes to watch,” Nolan said, smirking down at Shan.

Shan grumbled. His cock was tenting the pants he was wearing, and both his hair and Caspian’s were dripping with water. They’d bathed before finding this room, just enough to wash the days of captivity off them.

“Is he OK?”Nolan’s voice asked in my head.“He usually never shuts up.”

“Am I not allowed to be tired after being imprisoned? Fucking angels,” Shan said. He sat up on the floor-level bed, rising to be chest to chest with Nolan. “It’s like you want me to fill your annoying mouth with something.”

Nolan blinked, cheeks going pink, then glanced to me. “I definitely didn’t say that out loud, right?”

Everyone except Caspian and Shan shook their heads in unison.

Shan stared at him. “If you didn’t say it, why the fuck did I hear it? I don’t think I was imprisoned long enough to drive me to hallucinations.”

“There’s some kind of pack bond now,” I said. “Really long-winded explanation that doesn’t matter while Caspian is desperate to be fed from five different angles.”

Muttering under his breath, Shan grabbed Nolan’s chin and kissed him roughly. My jaw unhinged, and Cas gasped. When I glanced back over to my incubus, I realized his noises were more because of Emmett’s cock sinking into his hole again. It was hard to decide what to watch, but I settled on observing his hole easily stretching to accommodate Emmett’s girth.

“You don’t usually like an audience,” I murmured to my shifter mate. “Is this going to be OK?”

He grunted as he bottomed out in Caspian, his knot grinding against him. “We’re a pack now. I’ll have to make some occasional exceptions. Like during your heat, and if Cas ever needs multiple people at once.”

My cheeks flushed at the mention of my heat, imagining how my next one would be infinitely better than the fucked up near-death experience I’d had during my last. Cas whined, placing a hand on the desk to help him bounce on Emmett’s length. Slick wet my thighs as I moved my attention back to Shan and Nolan.

Holy angels.

Shan had Nolan pinned to the far wall by the throat and Oswald’s hands were roaming over both of them. When he slid his hand across Shan’s cock my breath hitched and I wondered what my angel mate was going to do. He’d been opposed to the idea of them before he’d been kidnapped. What changed?

Smacking Ozzy’s hand away, Shan slid his pants down enough his cock was out. Then he did the same to Nolan’s as the vampire hastily removed his belt of weapons. Manhandling Nolan into place, Shan positioned both of their cocks against Oswald’s lips. It brought the three of them so close together there was no longer a doubt in my mind that Shan was sexually interested in them.

“Suck,” Shan rumbled to a shocked Ozzy. “Both of us.”

It took him a second to register what in the fuck was going on, but then he opened his mouth and sucked on both their tips.

Nolan and Shan let out twin groans.

“Freya, I need to make you come,” Caspian whined from behind me.

Knowing who to pay attention to was difficult when there were so many options, but my incubus needed me the most right now. Emmett and I would feed him until we were worn out, and then Nolan and Oswald could fill in the gaps.

I hopped up onto the wobbly desk, casting a spell beneath me to hold it in place. Emmett moved Cas how I wanted him to, placing both their feet on the floor and standing so he could bend Cas over directly in front of my pussy. Hands scrabbled with my pants until they were lying on the floor, and then Caspian ravenously devoured me.

Tilting my head back, I moaned. The other men’s gazes burnt into my skin and I always loved put on a show for them. I used one hand to hold myself up while the other grabbed one of my tits, pinching the nipple and rolling it between my fingers.

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