Page 94 of Within the Veil

She cries out my name, and it's quickly muffled as Hunter grips her head and throws his head back as he pushes his dick into her mouth.

"That's it Hudson, take us both. Swallow your mate down while your pussy milks me," I growl into her ear, gripping her hips and forcing her to ground herself on me. She throws one arm back, her hand around my neck, her breasts thrust out as she grinds herself down harder, making me groan. Keeping one hand on her hip, I bring my other to caress her swollen nipples, twisting them until she cries out around Hunter's dick.

She is fucking perfect, and I palm her roughly, enjoying every change her body is going through; her breasts are bigger, heavier, and her hips, ass, and thighs curvier, and I want to lick and bite every dip of her curves.

"Fuck yes, Sweetheart, take all of me down that pretty throat," Hunter grits out, his eyes flashing as he grips her hair harder and fucks her mouth almost savagely. The sounds of her gagging and sucking mixed with the symphony of my dick fucking the walls of her hot wet pussy raw fill the room as she mentally begs for more.

I would laugh if I weren't so fucking enamored at the way she takes us so sweetly, made for us. I nod at Hunter, and he pulls his dick out of her mouth, and I lift her until she is kneeling on the bed between us. Hunter doesn't waste time, pushing himself back between her hungry lips.

At this angle, my piercings rub against the front of her walls, drawing against her G spot over and over again.

"Is this what you want, Angel? You want to be on your knees for us? You want to be our little toy? I like when my toy comes for us. So that's what I want you to do." I ground out, losing my reign on my control as her walls flutter around me. I reach my hand between us to pinch her clit, and her pussy clamps around me while I push my entire length inside of her, my hips slapping against her perfect ass as it bounces. I let my fingers heat and send flames from her clit to her nipples, and she screams, her body convulsing around me as an orgasm rips through her. Her pleasure pours through the bond, and I shout as my own release rushes through me.

"Fuck, her throat is so fucking..." Hunter groans as he holds her head in place and fills her throat with his cum. For a few seconds, we stay in place, Hudson sucking on Hunter absentmindedly, our bodies pulsating with an electrifying energy. The sheer intensity of the moment leaves us all breathless, our hearts pounding.

I never once thought sex between us could be any more explosive, but right now, the sheer intensity of the combined pleasure we just felt was nothing less than fucking incredible. My dick pulses, growing impossibly harder because as I look at the cum leaking out around our joined bodies, I can't help but crave more, and our bodies start to move again I know I'm going to take and give as much as our bodies can handle. Until her screams echo in every corner of the fucking realm as I fill her over and over again.

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Hudson

I step out of the shower, deliciously and utterly sated. Actually, no. Because while we spent the rest of the early, and late, afternoon in bliss, with Hunter and Grayson switching, flipping, and fucking my body in every way they could manage, the need for them didn't abate. If anything, it stoked the fire for the rest of my mates. I want all of them, and sure, I can argue that it is probably a combination of my pregnancy hormones raging and the fact that I'm no longer a waddling hazard, but it will be a lie.

I'm craving them in a way that is beyond the need for sex because it feels that I'm running out of time the closer we get to them going off on their own side missions. Zane and Oberon may be staying behind, but that isn't a consolation--It makes me feel more desperate because as much as I love them both,allof my mates are pieces of my soul. The idea of any one of them being torn away from me because of some fucking unseelie asswipes or, worse, a traitor within their families is too agonizing the bear.

The thought of our connection being severed in any way causes a visceral reaction, my stomach rolling, dropping--like I'm on the worst sort of rollercoaster...one that I can never get off of -- as every fiber of my being resists the notion of being apart from them. The thought takes hold in the space of barely a second, and a cold sweat breaks out on my brow. I drop my towel, unable to tolerate the feel of it, my skin suddenly feeling painfully sensitive. Needing an anchor, I take a ragged breath and clutch the edge of the sink as the world around me blurs and distorts, punctuated by the spots that dance before my eyes. The room feels smaller somehow, shrinking and squeezing the air out of my lungs. I'm half expecting to see the damn bunny from Alice in Wonderland as the sound of a ticking clock fills my head, pervading my senses as every tick amplifies the ache in my heart. I gasp for air as the chaos in my mind, the turbulent thoughts of doom and urgency to cherish every moment with my mates, wars with my body as it begins to tremble uncontrollably, my muscles tense and rigid.

Time slows, and the present moment feels stretched thin, my skin tight as the nausea churning in my stomach wins out, and I empty the contents of my stomach into the sink. I'm fucking trapped in this disorienting bubble of panic, and I hate it, I feel weak, disoriented. Suddenly the room is filled with bodies as my mates and sentinels faede into the room in their own sort of panic, one that screams of the need to protect me, shield me.

As they murmur words of encouragement and love, covering my body in a robe and leading me to the bed where Remi gives me a calming herbal tea, I stay silent. Because the truth is, I may be able to lean on them, and they may be able to help heal me like a balm to my soul, but they can't take away the fear. Nothing can. However, I know I will have their unwavering support while I get the help I need so I can find a way to cope healthily. Because magical badass or not, I recognize that I do need help. I owe it to my family, but more so tomyself,to be stronger, mentally and emotionally, than I am at the present.

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Remi

The speed at which Hudson spiraled down into a panic attack took us all by surprise. In the time it took us to realize that the severity of her emotions wasn't just a brief moment of sadness, the sensations of drowning had already become incredibly overwhelming and we had all faeded to her immediately. Beyond the onslaught of her panic, it was the despondent look in her eyes that really made our hearts squeeze painfully in our chests. It wasn't until we felt the flicker of her usual fire that we were able to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Even then, it wasn't until she fell asleep that we left the room. I had given her an herbal tea spiked with the root of a primrose to ease her into a gentle sleep because, after that, she and the babies needed to rest. The planned Council meeting could wait, King had already sent a missive to move our planned meeting until tomorrow.

"So what now?" Luca sighs, leaning against the closed patio door next to a sullen King. For a moment, the soft chirping of the insects and the flutter of pixie wings fill the silence. Having chosen to sit outside instead of talking inside the house to keep the noise to a minimum, we all took up various positions around the backyard patio. Jensi, had chosen to lay out on the patio floor, staring at the sky in his attempt to 'soak in the positivity of the coming moon' or some shit like that--he's an odd one. Ryder, Hunter, and I sit on the loungers, Oberon perches in the closest tree like a damn bird, and both Grayson and Zane sit in their own chairs. I had sensed Xena and Cerebus close by, which means Xena is probably with Hudson while she sleeps.

For a brief moment, I close my eyes against the warm rays of the sun, making the pool shimmer in hues of orange and yellow, as it begins to sink into the horizon. Taking a deep breath, I let the sweet air, filled with the scents of wild flowers, grass and the unique scent of wild magic, seep into my very soul. For the few minutes we have been out here, we simply stared at each other with varying degrees of confusion and helplessness-- A feeling none of us are comfortable with, we prefer action, especially after weeks of drowning in those emotions while Hudson was in a coma.

Right now, we are drowing in a sea of 'wants.' Hunter wants to slay all of her demons, Grayson wants to approach everything with a textbook of theories, Zane wants to protect her from everything, King wants to spend as much time as possible easing her worries, and I just want to get my mate drunk on Faerie wine and dance around the pool until she laughs herself silly, which can't happen, for obvious reasons. Ryder is the only one who may have it all solved; he is currently ordering a shit ton of books from Amazon, muttering about books healing the most broken of minds and souls.

"Well, obviously, Hunter and Grayson can't have any more sexy time with Hudson. They broke her," Jensi says, a teasing note in his voice belying the look of sadness on his face.

When Hunter scowls, I punch his arm and roll my eyes with a laugh, "Peens destroy cervixes and scramble brains. There's only so much sticking you can do before you mix shit up. It's like sexual pancake batter." I wrinkle my nose and earn a small fanged smile.Winning.

"Also," I scowl, "put those fangs away, asshole. She will be fine. Sounds crazy, but this is all a step in the right direction. It means she is no longer suppressing her feelings, and if she is going to spiral, I rather it is in bits and pieces so we can help her. Otherwise, she will be popping into random realms, and one day, she will bring a fucking ghost back with her." He rolls his eyes but retracts his Djinn power enough to shove his scary ass teeth back into his gums.Double win.

Zane nods, "Remi is right. Not the ghost shit but the fact that she is opening herself up to everything that may cause her distress. Hudson is strong as fuck, but we have been on the other side, and it was terrifying. So to answer your question, Luca," he turns his gaze to him. "What comes next is us never closing down our connection, and when you all leave," he gives us a fixed stare, "You will check in with her constantly. If she is aware of every moment, she will be more at ease."

Grayson nods, his brows slightly furrowed, "In terms of her panic attacks, we can look into the psychologist Ryder was seeing while Hudson was in her coma."

"Pix-ologist," Ryder mutters, and we ignore him.

"Another option," Grayson continues, "is for us to seek out the Keeper, Lirael, who spoke to Hudson about destiny. She has a way with words and since Hudson is likely to spend a lot of time in the library, Lirael may be able to help Hudson cope and process."

"That is not a bad idea," King adds.

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