Page 49 of Mated By the Pack
My heart pounds. My thighs tremble. I’m still not sure if I’m supposed to be terrified or drunk on this feeling—but I know what they want to hear. And I know it’s true. Whether I like it or not.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and desperate. “I’m your mate.”
“Louder,” Gideon demands, and Jace’s growl against my entrance is just as demanding.
“I’m your mate,” I gasp, just as Jace drives his tongue deeper, curling it inside me. The cry that tears from my throat is wordless this time. Uncontrollable. My hips roll against his mouth as the pleasure builds faster than I can handle.
Gideon lets out a quiet hum of approval and lifts me slightly, pulling me flush against his chest, as if I weigh nothing. My back arches and my thighs spread wider, giving Jace full access to every hot inch of me. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he works me over like he knows exactly what I need.
I feel it too. The pressure inside me. The need trying to claw its way out. My vision blurs and I choke on my next breath. The pressure tightens in my belly. I can’t control it, even if I wanted to. They’re in control of everything. Even my pleasure.
Then the tightness spirals from my core, erupting in every direction like I’m being ripped apart from the inside. My nails dig into Gideon’s chest, and I scream. His name. Jace’s name. I’m not even sure. It just comes tumbling out of my mouth in a burst of gasps, groans, and soft whimpering that makes me sound more like an animal than the ones claiming me.
My world tunnels into heat, muscle, and Jace’s maddening tongue. I’m flush against Gideon, hips raised and held in place so Jace can devour the orgasm tearing me apart. It doesn’t seem to want to end. Wave after wave crests inside me, carrying me across the peak of pleasure, and bringing a flurry of screams from my throat that are unintelligible.
The orgasm fades as Jace’s tongue slows, but I continue to shake from the aftershocks. Gideon doesn’t let go, but I feel a chuckle on Jace’s breath before he presses a soft kiss to the back of my thigh. It feels like a brand, even though it doesn’t leave a mark.
“Oh wow, oh wow,” I mutter, melting into Gideon’s firm embrace.
“We’re just getting started,” Gideon murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. “But you’re learning what it means to be our mate, aren’t you, Calla?”
“Y-yes,” I whisper, feeling the heat of Jace’s breath as he rises behind me.
“I’ve tasted her, brother. I’m drunk on her fucking pleasure,” Jace says. “If you don’t take her now, I won’t be able to hold back.”
Gideon’s grip relaxes only for a moment before he begins pulling at my shirt—the only thing I’m still wearing. What Gideon can’t easily pull away, Jace tears off, his nails scratching my skin as the fabric hits the floor.
The heat from their breath and arousal seems too hot, like it’s scorching my flesh. Gideon’s lips find mine, inhaling my whimper as he kisses me with more force than before. Then he guides me down to the mattress of pelts. Jace supports my weight, sinking into the fur and leather with me, keeping me steady—almost like I’m something precious.
Gideon’s lips pull away. His golden eyes are glowing with a raw, desperate need. The flicker of purple-gold in Jace’s eyes is just as hungry. Gideon plants a massive hand on my chest, holding me in place as he slides my legs open. I tense and try to keep themclosed on instinct, but he spreads them wider with a knee, fully exposing what he intends to claim. What Jace has already tasted.
“Hold her down, brother,” Gideon orders, his hand gripping the base of his massive erection.
“You don’t have to hold me down,” I whisper, my voice lacking confidence. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Jace chuckles, the sound rumbling from his chest. His hand squeezes my breast, and his fingers stroke my pebbled nipple. “You’re about to be fucked by a beast who hasn’t known true pleasure in over two hundred years. Then it’smyturn.”
A promise? A threat? My next exhale catches in my throat. My thighs tremble and I try to force them closed again, but Gideon’s heavy weight slides between them. The head of his cock parts my folds and presses insistently against my entrance. I feel a stretch, a burn.
“I-I’m scared,” I whisper, my vulnerability cracking through the fear.
“Good. You should be,” Gideon growls. “But not of us. Never of us. Being our mate means you’re ours in every way, and while this may not be the life you dreamed of, it’s the one you agreed to.”
As if I need a reminder. I groan and nod. Gideon shifts his weight and his cock pushes into me. I gasp, reaching for Jace’s wrist as my body tenses. The girthy head of Gideon’s manhood stretches me wider than I expect. I cry out from a mixture of pain and the first hint of pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” Gideon says, his jaw clenching into a groan. “I can feel your heart beating—every pulse is its own reward.”
“Hurry, brother,” Jace urges, one hand moving along his thick shaft while the other pins me to the pelts. “I’m struggling here.”
“It’s too good to rush,” Gideon murmurs, nudging his hardness deeper into my untouched depths.
Gideon going deeper makes the burn more intense. It overwhelms the budding pleasure and causes me to cry out again. My hips jerk, but Gideon’s weight and Jace’s firm hand keep me from moving.
“The spanking may not have made her scream,” Jace grunts. “But she’ll scream for us soon.”
Jace leans in and sucks my nipple between his lips. He licks and sucks the nub for a moment before nibbling it. Then he bites down. The pain and pleasure collide into a strange harmony I don’t realize I want more of until Jace’s lips are moving to my other nipple.
Gideon groans again, sinking deeper into me. Inch by excruciating inch. My walls clench around him, fluttering with panic, but that only seems to make me wetter. Make me crave more. Teeth gnash at my nipple, but it isn’t fierce enough to draw blood. Just enough to make another sensation of pain and pleasure tremble to my core.
