Page 203 of Wisteria and Cloves

Chapter Seventy

Lilianna

I took a deep breath as Christopher withdrew himself from me, his jaw clenched and a dark hungry look of a promise of more to come later. Christopher pressed gentle kisses to my shoulder as he carefully shifted away, making space for Miles who moved forward with eager anticipation. My body was hypersensitive, already marked by two alphas, their bonds humming through my system like electricity.

"How are you feeling?" Miles asked, his hands tracing the curve of my hip with reverent attention.

I blinked up at him, momentarily dazed by the intensity of what I was experiencing. "Full," I whispered, the word carrying multiple meanings. "Connected."

Miles smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Ready for more?" I nodded, though my body was already trembling with oversensitivity.

"I'll make it good for you," Miles promised, his voice a low caress as he gathered me against him. His hands moved with precision, finding places the others hadn't touched—the sensitive spot behind my knee, the hollow of my elbow, the curve where my waist met my hip.

"So responsive," he murmured appreciatively, watching as goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch. "Even after two alphas, you're still soeager."

I gasped as his mouth found my breast, his tongue tracing patterns that matched the movement of his fingers against my skin. The dual bonds I already carried heightened every sensation, making me arch into his touch with desperate need.

"Miles," I whimpered, my hands clutching at his shoulders."Please..."

"Not yet," he said before giving me a grin, “How about we try a different position…” I didn’t even get to answer before I felt myself being moved. Miles lifted me with ease, positioning me above him as he sat back against the pillows. His strong hands gripped my hips as he guided me down onto him, the new angle making me gasp as he filled me completely.

"That's it," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine as I adjusted to his size. "Take me at your pace." I braced my hands on his broad shoulders, my thighs trembling as I began to move. The position gave me control, but Miles's hands on my hips guided my rhythm, encouraging me to find a pace that built my pleasure without overwhelming my already sensitive body.

"Beautiful," Julian murmured from beside us, his eyes dark with desire as he watched.

Christopher's hand stroked my back, tracing the curve of my spine as I moved above Miles. Nicolaus watched with hungry intensity, his gaze tracking every reaction, every shiver, every movement of my hips as I rode Miles with increasing confidence.

"That's perfect," Miles breathed, his voice strained with pleasure as I found my rhythm. His hands guided me without controlling me, letting me discover what felt best while ensuring I never lost my balance. The sensation of being filled by him while the other bonds pulsed through my system was overwhelming in the most incredible way.

I could feel myself building toward another climax, my body responding to Miles's skilled touch and the overwhelming intimacy of the moment. The marks on my neck throbbed in time with my heartbeat, connecting me to Julian and Christopher even as Miles claimed me.

"Alpha," I gasped, my movements becoming more urgent as the tension coiled tighter within me. "I need—"

"I got you," Miles interrupted, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to thrust up into me, meeting my movements with powerful strokes that made me cry out. His rhythm was perfect, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

"Let go," he commanded, one hand leaving my hip to tangle in my hair, gently guiding my head to the side to expose the unmarked portion of my neck. "Come for me, Lilianna."

The combination of his words, his touch, and the sensation of his length pulsing inside me pushed me over the edge. I shattered around him, my body clenching rhythmically as pleasure coursed through me in waves. At the peak of my climax, Miles's teeth found my neck, breaking the skin with careful precision.

Miles let his teeth release from my neck as he gave me another thrust before pulling out as he rolled us over, his knot swollen and against my leg as I leaned forward and bit into his neck, the third bond snapped into place with stunning intensity. I felt Miles moan as my teeth broke his skin in return, completing the reciprocal bond that made us truly mated. The sensationwas indescribable—like lightning racing through my veins, connecting us on a level that transcended physical touch.

"Mine," I whispered against his neck, my tongue instinctively lapping at the wound to seal it. The taste of his blood on my tongue was intoxicating, primal in a way that made my omega instincts sing with satisfaction.

Miles groaned beneath me, his hands tightening on my waist as our bond settled into place alongside the others. "Perfect," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "You're absolutely perfect."

I could feel all three bonds now, thrumming through my system like a complex symphony. Each alpha's emotions, desires, and love flowed through the connections, creating a web of intimacy that left me breathless. I had one left, my eyes connected to Nicolaus. His blue eyes held mine as he carefully positioned himself, his hands gentle but possessive as they traced the marks already decorating my neck.

"Three bonds," he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar hint of calculation even as desire roughened the edges. "You're handling them beautifully."

I reached for him, my body still trembling from the intensity of Miles's claim. The three bonds pulsed through me in harmony, each one distinct yet interconnected, a connection that left me breathless but craving completion.

"I want yours too," I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying out. "I want all four of you."

Nicolaus's composed expression cracked, revealing the hunger he'd been carefully controlling. "You'll have me," he promised, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs. "But first, let me take care of you properly."

His touch was different from the others—more deliberate, analytical even in passion. Nicolaus studied my reactions withthe same intensity he brought to everything else, learning what made me gasp, what made me arch against him, what made my breath catch in my throat.

"You're oversensitive," he observed, his fingers tracing the marks on my neck that somehow made them throb with renewed heat. "Three bonds running through your system. How does it feel?"

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