Page 70 of Bound to Four Alphas

With practiced ease, he pulled up her long skirts, snarling in pleasure to find her bare beneath them. His right hand returned to its tortuous assault on her nipple while the other stroked her inner thigh.

“Please,” she whined, trying to buck into his hand. Ronan growled with pleasure, his yellow eyes narrowing with predatory intent.

“If you’re not going to do it, Benellane,” he growled, “then I certainly am not about to pass up the opportunity.”

Ronan dropped to his knees before her, his enormous hands spreading her thighs. He glanced up and winked at her, before leaning forward to press his mouth to her aching heat.

She keened, hips lifting from the chair as he licked and nibbled, but his hands kept her firmly in place as he doubled his assault. Both Elian’s hands were on her chest now, unlacing the front so that her breasts spilled free, nipples stiff and pink.

The coil deep in her stomach was tightening and she rocked her hips against Ronan’s face. His tongue curled against the bud at the apex of her thighs and his name tumbled from her lips as the coil snapped and stars exploded behind her eyelids. He continued as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her, muscles shuddering with the power of her orgasm.

Eventually, Ronan leaned back with a grin, his fingers replacing his tongue, easing inside her and lazily pumping.

Elian snarled, standing abruptly with Selena in his arms. She squealed as he carried her over to the cushions before the fireplace, dropping her amongst the mound of blankets.

He was on her in an instant, his lean muscles pressing against her, driving her wild with lust as she writhed against him. He snarled again, tearing the rest of the gown away, flinging the scraps of fabric to the side to bare her fully to his gaze.

She whimpered as his mouth crashed into hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth possessively, dominating every inch of her. Automatically, her hands found their way to the drawstring of his trousers, undoing them so she could clasp the hot, thick length of him.

He shuddered at her touch, kicking the rest of his own clothes off.

“So eager for me, little dove,” he crooned, nestling between her open legs, rubbing his hard length against her core. “What is it that you want, hmm?”

“You!” she begged, nails scraping down his back, desperate for him, “Please, Alpha, I want you!”

His eyes darkened and without warning he pushed into her, a long, needy whine escaping her lips as he rocked his hips.

“Is this what you want, Omega?” he hissed, claiming her lips for another searing kiss as his thrusts became harder, faster.

“Yes!” she cried, trying to match his movements, helpless against his strength, “Please, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Elian seemed only too happy to oblige. She fell over the edge twice more before he came with a sharp growl, forcing his knot into her. They lay together, panting in the afterglow, until Elian’s knot softened enough that he could slip out of her.

He glanced over at Ronan, who was watching Selena like she was a meal he couldn’t wait to eat. Selena could only whimper as Elian chuckled darkly, “She’s all yours.”

Ronan was never gentle. He bent her over in the furs, pounding into her, snarls and growls pouring from his lips. Where Elian and Kaelen liked to talk, Ronan preferred to give into his animalistic side.

Selena didn't care. She liked the way he lost control, her omega preening at the dark storm in his eyes when he took her, the possessiveness with which he claimed her. And afterwards she often caught him staring openly, ferocious with male pride, at the marks on her skin. Bruises from his fingers clutching her, teeth marks in her neck. Imbuing her with his scent.

When he knotted her, roaring with pleasure, every bone in her body turned to jelly. She would never get used to this,never get used to the delicious ache of the stretch, the warm weight of her mates draped over her.

She didn’t want to get used to it. And she never wanted to stop.

“Beautiful girl,” Ronan crooned, forcing her further into the cushion with his huge bulk, trapping her entirely with his body.

She whined with satisfaction, adoring the complete safety of being surrounded by him, of surrendering herself completely. After so many years of being by herself, always alone, always scared, the knowledge that she was at last completely, utterly protected warmed her to her very soul.

“How long will you be gone?” she murmured as he gathered her to his chest.

“I have to leave tonight,” he rumbled, “but I’ll be back in two weeks. The negotiations with the dragons are proceeding well. By spring we’ll be ready to start tearing down the old territory lines, let our people mix.”

Selena hummed with satisfaction. With Ronan and Kaelen at the helm, there was no doubt in her mind that the uniting of the clans would happen smoothly enough.

“I need to bathe,” she said as Ronan was finally able to withdraw. “Fancy joining me?”

He shook his head, his eyes closing. “Let me get my rest, sweetness, you have a wonderful talent for exhausting me.”

She giggled, standing and wrapping herself in a robe.

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