Page 20 of Bootleg Love

Etienne takes over, his amber gaze locked on her. "We want you to be ours in totality. Our mate, our luna - the omega and heart of our pack."

Simone's eyes widen slightly at the weight of our words, but she doesn't look away.

There's a steadiness about her, an acceptance beginning to take root.

I cup her jaw, tilting her face up to meet my intent stare. "Are you ready, little mate? To be ours in every sense, bound to this pack for always and forever?"

Her breath catches, that delicious pulse fluttering wildly under my fingertips. But her gaze doesn't waver as she holds each of our glowing lupine stares - wolf and woman unified.

"Yes," she whispers, surrendering to that primal imperative. "Make me yours. I want to be your omega, your heart."

A rumbling growl of approval vibrates through Auguste's chest at her words. "You'll be the center of our world. The one we live for, kill for, fight for with our last breaths."

Etienne nods sharply. "Our pack will grow and flourish with you as its foundation, its sacred hearth. We'll sire a new generation of alphas on you, build a dynasty."

I nuzzle against the soft skin of her neck, breathing in her floral human scent tinged with the beginnings of our lupine musk. "This is forever, ma petite louve. No turning back once you've walked this path."

Her fingers thread through my hair, nails scraping deliciously against my scalp in a way that has my wolf rumbling. "I don't want to turn back," she murmurs fiercely. "I'm yours, always and forever. Claim me."

The words are the spark that lights the inferno already raging between us. Our wolves are ascending, pupils blowing wide as we're consumed by primal fever.

"Then let's make it official," I growl against the flutter of her pulse point. "Bind you to us in blood and spirit, once and for all."

Simone offers her delicate wrist without a shred of hesitation, baring the pale tendons beneath silken skin. Etienne's elongated fangs breach the fragile flesh with surgical precision and she gasps at the brief flare of pain. But her eyes stay locked on ours, unwavering, as the marks start healing over - ancient scars forming in the pattern that will forever mark her as our omega.

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SIMONE

Lucien's lips crash against mine, his tongue delving deep into my mouth as he explores every inch of me. Auguste's hands are on my body, caressing and teasing my breasts as Etienne's lips trail down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin.

I feel overwhelmed by their touch, my body responding to their ministrations with a hunger I've never known before. My hands are tangled in Lucien's hair as Auguste unlaces my corset, his fingers brushing against my skin with each tug of the laces. Etienne's lips find my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple as I arch my back with pleasure.

Lucien breaks our kiss, his lips trailing down my jawline and over my collarbone. His teeth graze my skin, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against me, and I moan with desire.

Auguste falls away, leaving me in nothing but my chemise and pantaloons. Etienne's lips follow his hands, trailing kisses down my stomach and over my hips. I can feel his intention, and I shiver in anticipation.

Lucien's hands are on the buttons of my dress, undoing them one by one with practiced ease. His lips never leave my skin as he works, his tongue tracing patterns on my shoulder blade as I gasp with pleasure.

My dress falls away, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. Lucien's eyes rake over my body, devouring every inch of me with his gaze. He strips off his own clothes, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves with feline grace.

Auguste and Etienne follow suit, their bodies lean and powerful as they stand before me, their arousal clear and urgent. I feel my heart race as they close in on me, their hands and mouths everywhere at once.

Lucien's lips find mine again, his tongue darting out to taste me as Auguste's hand slides down my thigh, hitching it up around his hip. Etienne's lips follow the curve of my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple as I gasp with pleasure.

Next I kneel before my masters, my heart racing as I take in their powerful forms. Lucien stands before me, his dark eyes blazing with desire as he strokes his cock, already hard and ready for me. Auguste and Etienne flank him, their eyes glowing with a fierce, primal hunger.

I reach out, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I take Lucien's cock in my hand. I stroke him gently, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips. Then, I lean forward, my lips parting as I take him deep into my mouth.

Lucien groans, his fingers threading through my hair as I swirl my tongue around him, savoring the taste of him. He's salty and musky, a reminder of the passionate, animalistic nature of our bond.

As I suck and lick at Lucien, I feel Auguste and Etienne close behind me. Their hands are on my body, caressing my breasts and ass as they inch closer and closer. I can feel their breath hot on my neck, their cocks hard against my skin.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my waist, pulling me backwards. I gasp around Lucien's cock as I'm lifted up, my back pressed against Auguste's chest. He reaches around me, his fingers finding my clit as he begins to stroke and rub.

I moan, my hips bucking against his touch as pleasure coils within me. Lucien pulls out of my mouth, his cock glistening with saliva, as Etienne steps forward. He takes Lucien's place, his cock nudging at my lips as I open my mouth to take him in.

As I suck on Etienne, I feel Auguste enter me from behind, sheathing himself deep within me. I cry out around Etienne's cock, my body shaking with pleasure as the two of them begin to move in sync.

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