Page 84 of Magic Hunted
Ashir planted his hands on either side of my head and pushed his top half off me. “Not gonna be gentle, my mate. Need you too much.”
His panther’s growl infused in his voice, making my nipples turn into diamond points. “Don’t want gentle. Need to feel you everywhere.”
Ashir’s eyes flared, his pupils contracting into slits before expanding into dark orbs that obliterated all but a ring of light blue around the edge. He withdrew and slammed into me. My body bucked as he thrust. I held onto his forearms, legs falling obscenely apart to welcome him into my body.
He grunted as he slammed into me deep and hard, each thrust chipping away at the hole that kept his bond away from mine. An orgasm began to build. My fingers clenched his forearms, feeling his veins pop with the strain. His jaw clenched as his gaze bored into me, watching me take each pounding thrust.
I became lost to the thrill of his massive cock slamming into me. Our bonds flared and expanded, their essences leaking into me, growing on me,becomingme. Each of them filled me, the bond bringing them close to me even though it was Ashir’s cock inside me.
My orgasm took me by surprise, slamming into me from nowhere. A choked groan came from my throat as the climax overwhelmed me. Ashir’s thrusts grew wilder. Unrestrained. He snarled his release and ground into me. My core clenched around him as he hit that sweet spot inside me, pulsing and milking him of his stream of come as he released inside me.
The bond barrier fractured apart when I did. Ashir’s soul-light pounced on mine, dispersing before materializing in a perfect blend of us all. The holes in my soul were filled. There was no more emptiness. No darkness or desolation. The broken parts of me I thought would never be whole had reformed into something greater. Something more, brought together by the love and affection shared between us all.
Ashir pushed sweaty strands of my hair off my face. “Are you all right, Haera?”
“I feel you all,” I said.
Ashir heaved a quick breath, rolling to his side and taking me with him, his cock still lodged deep inside me.
“As do we. I love feeling you inside me, knowing you’re there close to my heart. Finally, I can breathe,” Dias said, his eyes glowing with the warmth and love resonating inside our bond.
Savvas cupped my chin, running his thumb across my bottom lip as his lips tipped. “Be careful what you wish for, my heart. We can be a handful.”
I laughed. “A handful I’m happy to manage.”
Ashir brought his arm about my shoulders and I sank into his chest. I rested my cheek on his broad pec as Savvas slid behind me, my back to his chest and Dias draped his upper half over my legs, splaying his hand over my stomach. I was surrounded by a wall of hot, hard sweaty muscle and there was no other place that I could want to be. I was safe. I was loved. That was everything. I was finally whole.
Ashir lifted my hand, kissing each knuckle, the bond almost cracking with his adoration. His chest expanded and I felt his need to say one more thing. “I’ll never regret pulling you from the river that day, nor anything that transpired after it. Our bonding may have not been smooth but we’ve healed and become stronger because of it. What we feel for you is unbreakable. We’ve got you now and you have us for all eternity. Come what may, our souls are one now.”
My chest was light. Their truths pushed away any lingering darkness that had been a part of me for so long. It slipped away, lost in the face of so much light from our bond.
“You’ve all given me everything I’ve ever needed. The hole that was there after my parents died is gone. You did that. You healed me. You’ve given me everything.” I threaded my fingers through Ashir’s and rested our joined hands on his chest, feeling his heart quiet. “I love you. All of you.”
“We know. We’ve known for quite some time,” Ashir said. “We were just waiting for you to catch up.”
My body floated in a euphoria I never wanted to climb from. I sighed and relaxed into their hold, the bond thrumming happily in my chest. My heart swelled in gratitude, gratified they’d fought for me. That they hadn’t given up when I would have let them walk away.
There were no more secrets between us. No barrier, misunderstandings or reservations. It wasn’t because of the magic running through me; it was the fact they’d looked into my soul and loved that bedraggled, damaged slave from the start. Then they’d taught me I was much more than the shell Titan had turned me into.
We might not be free. Not yet, but we owned our destiny now. We had a reason to fight. Together, we were unbeatable. We would find a way.
Chapter Forty-One
“Haera, may I please speak with you?” I spun to see Jarom jogging to catch up to us along the pathway to Anise’s cabin in wolf territory. Branches burdened with a multitude of tiny leaves rustled in a brisk breeze. The wolves’ forest was as green as the jungle, but not as vibrant. The leaves were different too. The plants in the jungle grew straight and tall, and the leaves were flat and large. The trees here grew branches that snagged clothing and small leaves made music of their own kind in the brisk breezes that whisked through the forest.
My mates and I had made love throughout yesterday, off and on into the night in between sleeping and resting and discovering each other. Serafine had sent the alpha’s helper, Sedric, to bring us food which he thankfully left on the doorstep of our secluded cabin, but other than that we’d been left blessedly alone.
That was until Sedric had knocked on our door this morning and asked us to meet everyone at Anise’s cabin in order to join my section of the grimoire with theirs. Anise and Serafine and their mates would be there, including Shanyirra, to help guide us. I knew I would have to come face-to-face with the wolves again. Knew they’d want more explanations than the ones I’d hastily sketched out, but I didn’t expect Jarom to want to single me out.
My mates crowded behind me, sensing my unease. Ashir’s muscular chest brushed my back. Jarom slowed and eventually stopped several steps away.
He held up his hand. “Peace. I just want to talk.” He shook his head, the tattoos over his neck and face flashing under the upturned collar of the black coat he wore. I was surprised to see remorse play over his face when his gaze settled on me once again. “That’s not true. I don’t just want to talk…”
“She meant what she said before. She is sorry. She’s burdened by guilt,” Ashir said. The bond pulsed with his need to protect me in a particularly violent way. I squeezed the hand he had curved on my shoulder. I wanted a peaceful resolution. If we were going to work together, we needed to get along. What we had to do was greater than all of us.
“I know she is. She also needs to hear what I would like to say to her. Alone,” Jarom said, squaring his shoulders.
He wasn’t being aggressive. If anything, this was a vulnerable side of him I’d never seen. Not even when I’d tricked a mate bond. He’d fallen for me fast when I’d deceived him, but there was always a part of him questioning who I was. I was glad when I’d run away, if only that it would clear the path so they could meet their true mate.
