Page 10 of Sacrifice

“Are you sure?” I ask, even though every fiber of my being screams to claim her, to mark her once again as mine and mine alone. “Just me tonight? Not all three? Once I’m fully knotted…I won’t pull out for hours.”

“Only you,” she replies, and there’s a certainty in her voice that strips away any lingering doubt.

I nod and position myself between her thighs, which she wraps around my waist invitingly. The head of my cock nudges against her slick entrance, and I watch the emotions flit across her face—need, trust, perhaps even love.

Slowly, I push forward, entering her inch by achingly sweet inch. The tight heat of her envelops me, drawing me deeper until there is no space between us, until I’m as lost inside her as she seems to be in this moment.

“Mine,” I grunt, the primal part of me taking the reins as I lock into place with a firmness that has her gasping, her nails digging into my back.

Her hands, no longer idle, reach out to Oberon and Luka, who kneel by her head on either side of the bed. Her fingers wrap around them, stroking with a rhythm that mirrors the pulse of our joined bodies. They groan, their pleasure adding to the symphony of sounds in the room—the bed creaking, skin slapping against skin, breathy moans.

My knot swells, pushes past her barrier; she cries out as I seat myself completely inside her, her cunt squeezing around me.

Her moans crescendo, filling the air with a raw melody that drowns out the rest of the world. Our eyes lock, and in hers, I see the woman I fell for, the woman who holds my very soul in the palms of her hands. It’s a silent reminder that she is here with me, that she belongs to me as much as I belong to her, and that nothing will tear us apart again.

“Look at you, taking us all like it’s nothing,” Oberon murmurs, his voice a dark velvet that sends a shiver through Aisling. His praise seems to embolden her, and her movements become more fervent. I watch as he moves one big hand to tweak her nipple, making her pussy shudder around me.

I can see Luka and Oberon tensing at her touch, their muscles coiling like springs wound too tight. They groan, Luka letting out a primal growl, thrusting his hips into her hand. They’re close, so damn close.

And then, with a guttural sound that seems to come from deep within them, they release, spilling over her like a tribute.

The sight is carnal, riveting, as Luka and Oberon paint my mate’s tits with their cum. Her eyes flash with a wildness that stokes the fire inside me, urging me toward my own peak. With a few more thrusts, riding the wave of their pleasure, I surrender to my own climax, pouring myself into her with a possessive groan that rumbles through the room.

Her skin is sticky with sweat and cum as I lean in and kiss her, then bury my face in her hair.

“Yours,” she whispers, a single word that binds us together, even as we’re surrounded by others. It’s not just an admission; it’s a promise, one she makes every time we’re like this—intertwined, exposed, and utterly satiated.

The afterglow wraps around us like a cocoon, the heat of our spent bodies mingling in the heavy air. I shift, rolling onto my side while still joined with Aisling. My hand finds her hair, silver-gold strands slipping through my fingers as soft and light as the rest of her. Her smile is all satisfaction and sweet sin, lighting up her face in a way that makes my heart do a slow, lazy beat.

“Hey,” I murmur, the word just a brush of sound against the quiet of the room.

“Hey yourself,” she replies, her voice laced with contentment. It’s a simple exchange, but it’s ours.

It’s home.

I’m curious, though, about her time away from the pack, about the part of her life that’s just hers. “So…how did it go with Rook?”

“Good,” she says with a casual shrug, as if we’re discussing the weather and not a date that could add another layer to our already complex dynamic. “It was great, actually. We’re planning another one.” Her tone is light, easy, but there’s a glint in her eye that tells me she’s pleased, maybe even excited.

It’s strange, this life we lead. But lying here with her, skin on skin, I can’t help but find a certain charm in the normalcy we carve out of the chaos.

It’s kinda cute, really.

“Sounds nice,” I say, and I mean it. Because whatever brings that look to her face, that extra spark to her grey eyes—I want it for her, again and again.

We settle into silence, the kind that’s comfortable, filled with the echoes of our connection. The others have drifted to their own corners of the suite, leaving us entwined and content. I feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing as sleep begins to claim her, and I follow close behind, our bond a silent vow that no matter what comes, we’ll face it together—knotted, bound in more ways than one.

Chapter five

Rook

My own rejection of Aisling’s invitation feels like a slap as I step out of the sultry warmth of her embrace and into the winding corridors of the Bellanova. I’m still riding that high, the kind you get when skin meets skin and the world narrows down to the space between two breaths.

But reality waits for no one, especially not in this twisted version of a society where power plays are more common than genuine smiles.

I make my way back to my own room, the echo of my boots on the tile a steady reminder that every step takes me further from Aisling’s orbit. I round the corner to find an unexpected visitor: Vance Solace, the alpha with a reputation as hard as the concrete we’re standing on, looming like some brooding specter outside my door. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, he’s got that look, the one that says trouble has pitched a tent and settled in for a long stay.

“Vance?” I keep it casual, but my guard’s up. “What’s going on, man? You look like hell.”

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