Page 102 of Mated By the Pack
My mates take good care of me as I work to regain the rest of my strength, once I’m able to move around. It still takes time. I sleep more than usual, but I recover and get updates on Haven North over the course of the next week. The happiest update comes the day I find out there is going to be an election. A whole new government for Haven North.
“I think you’ll recognize this candidate for mayor,” Gideon says, handing me a flyer.
“Nara!” I say excitedly. “But how did you get this?”
“I walked through the front gate,” Gideon chuckles. “It’s a lot easier now that they don’t keep it closed all the time. They’re welcoming visitors now, just like New Chicago.”
“Did you see any of the others?” I ask cautiously. “Fiona? Tansy? Abigail?”
“Not all of them, but Fiona spotted me in the crowd when I was listening to Nara’s speech,” Gideon says. “I still stand out, even in a cloak. She’s happy, but she’s still a runt.”
My face lights up with a smile. “Good. I wish Brenna hadn’t left. If she’d stayed a little longer, she wouldn’t have had to worry about being Unassigned.”
“I think she’ll be fine,” Caleb says.
“More than fine,” Silas adds. “There’s something different about her, just like you.”
“Does she have a piece of The Aether?” I question, my eyes getting wide.
“No, not like that,” Silas says. “I’ve lost touch with The Aether. I lose more of it with every passing day. Some of the memories from my time there are faded and hard to pull to the surface. Brenna doesn’t have the fabric of creation inside her, but there’s something…”
“Hopefully it is enough for her to survive,” I mutter, then I put my hand on my head. “I feel like I’m fully recovered now, but I think I’m getting sick. I think… I have a fever.”
“That’s no fever,” Silas chuckles. “We sense it. You’re going into heat.”
“Heat?” I look around in confusion.
“It’ll get stronger,” Silas says. “So strong that none of us can ignore it. Soon, based on your scent.”
“Yes,” Gideon growls. “It’s intoxicating—just like it was the first time I caught it.”
I spend the rest of the day in my room, dealing with the fire that burns inside me. By the evening, it’s turned into something else. A gnawing need. A hunger. I wait for my mates to come and claim me, but they don’t, so I step out of my room.
They’re all waiting for me. Even Silas. They’re completely naked, with the desire flourishing in their eyes. All six of them close in on me, lips dancing against my skin, hands pulling at my clothes, cocks already hard for what they want.
“At least there’s no reason for me to be punished this time,” I sigh, enjoying the way it feels to be in the middle of them.
“Doesn’t matter, little girl,” Knox chuckles, slapping my ass hard enough to make me whimper. “I’m going to spank you anyway, just because of how fucking wet it makes you.”
“That’s not fair,” I whine, but I lean against his hand, begging for another sharp slap, which comes without warning. “You should be grateful for what I did.”
“We’re more than grateful, mate,” Jace says, wrapping his thick fingers around my wrists and holding them in front of me. “If you say this isn’t making you hotter than you already are, we’ll stop.”
Knox spanks me again, harder this time. The impact makes me gasp and arch into his hand. I don’t even pretend to resist. My body is already burning, but it’s more than the heat. It’s the way they look at me, like I belong to them. Like I’vealwaysbelonged to them.
“I’ll keep her standing,” Jace growls, tightening his grip on my wrists. “That way I can watch her squirm while the rest of you spank her ass.”
Knox slaps my bottom several times. I whimper, but don’t try to pull away. The next few aren’t as hard, but his hand lingers, rubbing the pink skin, sliding a finger further, and teasing what is so wet it’s already dripping.
“I’ve got her next,” Caleb says, his voice low and rough.
Knox moves out of the way, making room for Caleb. He steps behind me and runs a hand up my spine, tracing the mark he left.
“We’re all going to mark you tonight,” Caleb murmurs, then his hand cracks against my ass. “In more ways than one.”
I bite my lip. My knees wobble, but Jace supports me easily, holding me in place while Caleb spanks me, again and again. When Caleb is done, Gideon takes his place. More smacks. More arousal. Every one of them has a different rhythm, but each firm slap radiates through me, making me whine, whimper, and come dangerously close to begging for more when Vance steps behind me.
“You’re going to spank me, too?” I ask, glancing back at him.
