Page 44 of Soul of the Chaos

His lip curled then, soft and taunting. Shattering the soft in me as my lover gave me permission to unleash the wild. I surged forward with a cry, drawing a satisfying grunt as I plunged back inside my mate all the way to the hilt.

I dragged straight back out and thrust again, this time hard enough to edge us up the bed.

He groaned again and his hand tightened on my throat, urging me on.

Each lewd thrust and slap of my balls made the sturdy frame of our bed groan in protest while Mongrel muttered words that drove me wild with desire. Lost in this giant, dominant man.

“Make sure I feel your claim tomorrow when I ride all over the valley.” Thrust, slap. Thrust, slap. “Make sure I take you with me like a sweet dream into all the dark places.” Thrust, slap. “Faster. Harder, pup.” Thrust, slap, thrust, slap. Shudder. “Be my light as I give those poor souls a tiny sliver of the vengeance they deserve.” Thrust, slap. Thrust, slap. His hips were rising to meet me now. His ankles digging into the mattress to force us together like two mountains colliding. “Yes. Yes, fuck! Silver, I’m coming.”

Letting go of his hip, I reached down between us and tugged relentlessly on his cock. Forbidding any further words. My mate bucked into my harsh demands, throwing his head back with a roar. His essence coated his chest and my own as my cock throbbed in time with his release, slammed home, deep inside his ass.

Mouth watering, I turned and found his bicep—the one already marked by my teeth—and bit down again. Tearing an even deeper scar for him to remember me by tomorrow.

He was mine and I was his. Soulmates. Just as the Blood Moon Goddess had promised.

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I was on top of the world as I swaggered into breakfast, my hand linked with my new mate’s. A swift assessment of the bustling clubhouse bar told me everything I needed to know.

Popcorn was slinging hot drinks and juice for our guests. Lots of tired MC brothers were slumped in booths and at tables about the room. The club girls and a few sweetbutts were grabbing their orders and making up plates from the breakfast buffet.

The humans, of course, were all huddled tightly together and off to one side. The strongest were sitting on the outer edges of the booths to protect their more vulnerable members. Winter, unsurprisingly, was nowhere to be seen. I was pleased to see that Popcorn was ensuring their food was being delivered, too.

I winked at Mongrel. He rolled his eyes at me, not able to suppress the tiny smirk as I hopped straight up onto the nearest pool table. To a series of catcalls, I whipped my shirt over my head and threw it at Mongrel—who snatched it out of the air—and proudly displayed my bonding mark.

“Ladies and gents, bitches and assholes, I am pleased to announce it’s official!” I turned slowly, catching the eyes of my club brothers and packmates. Popcorn and Strawberry whistled loudest of all, fingers in their mouths, cutting through the roar of approval from the pack. “I have been claimed!”

After I’d touched on our people, I let my gaze soften and fall on Sasha’s group. This was what a real claim looked like and I wanted to make sure our guests could see the difference for themselves.

Our rescues watched in curiosity, fear slowly melting away in the face of my beaming smile and Mongrel’s exasperated eye roll. All except one.

Sasha’s gaze locked on mine, her eyes tight like she couldn’t quite hold back the disappointment. Shit. The kiss we’d shared the night before in the corridor had rocked my world. I knew she was mine, through and through.

From her instinctive reaction to Mongrel in the corridor, I’d kinda assumed she’d understood—or, at least, some part of her was aware of the inevitable draw we were all feeling under the pull of the Blood Moon.

But did Sasha know that multiple mates were common—even revered—among our people? To shifters, it was a sign of the strength of the coupling when more than one mate was paired together. A message from the Goddess that their souls were ready to grow twice, maybe three times as fast.

The hurt in her eyes told me I’d failed her as both the omega of the Soul Reapers MC and as her mate. I hadn’t had a chance to explain the ins and outs of all of this while Mongrel was carrying me away, caveman style.

Last night, she seemed to understand. This morning painted a different story. My heart did a long slow roll.

Perhaps I’d simply been too far gone with lust to think it through. As soon as I’d felt Mongrel’s patience snap, I’d been more than ready to give my beta his due. That man had my heart. He had fought for me when others had scoffed in our faces. We knew we were destined for one another, even without the Chaos.

That didn’t make the call of the magic any less with Sasha, though. If anything, now that Mongrel’s teeth marked my skin and our mating bond had settled in my soul, the urgency to claim my second mate had only increased. The pull of the Goddess was drumming at my beast as Sasha’s sad scent drifted our way.

Regret churned my gut but I couldn’t let this misunderstanding tarnish Mongrel’s moment, either. So I sent my little alpha a light air kiss and turned away to give her a moment to collect herself. Our reckoning was going to have to wait. Because one thing was for damned sure. I would be making this up to Sasha. And soon.

But first, I would celebrate my beta. My mate. My beautiful, wild man.

“Congratulations, man.” Grimm nodded up at me from where he sat near the pool table I was standing on. “You fucking deserve it.”

“Okay. Who’s got cards? I got an itch to offload chores to some suckers.” I jumped off the table, landing in front of the humans. “What do y’all say? Wanna win some club duties? ‘Cause I got more than I can handle.”

“What you got in mind, wolf?” Viola raised an eyebrow at me, arms folded over her chest. “What do we get if we win?”

“What do you want?” I countered.

“To talk to my brother,” she said, crisp and clear, a challenge in her eyes as if she expected me to retaliate.

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