Page 44 of Midnight Conviction

“Yes, Alpha.”

Joel nods his head, giving the other male the go-ahead, but never once taking his eyes off me as Syn begins to push himself deeper inside me. It’s tight going while I’ve got Joel inside my pussy, and I have to take several slow, deep breaths to stay as relaxed as possible. Thankfully, he takes it steady, rubbing my back and praising me quietly until he’s fully sheathed. I feel impossibly full. My mind is blown by the sensations and the fact that they arebothinside me, but thankfully my body takes over, knowing what to do, and I begin to rock back and forth.

“Good girl,” Syn purrs, gripping onto my hips as he takes over the movement, pulling out before pushing back inside me. He takes it steady, making sure that I’m comfortable, and soon enough, I’m moaning and rocking on Joel’s dick.

Hearing a hissed breath, I lift my head to look up at Joel. I take in his tight expression and gritted teeth and realise that he’s struggling to hold himself back as I adjust to having them both inside me. A light, breathy chuckle escapes me. “Claim me as yours.”

I whisper the words, but he hears me loud and clear, his eyes snapping to mine. Keeping his stare on me the whole time, he begins to move, timing it so his thrusts are opposite of Syn’s.

Oh wow. With both of them moving within me, everything is intensified, and I’m acutely aware of their cocks moving against each other with only a very thin membrane separating them. Groaning, I tilt my head back, my eyes sliding closed.

Syn’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me in place. “No,” he murmurs, his voice so at odds with his actions as he continues to fuck me. “Keep your eyes on Alpha Joel.”

Gasping, I do as he says, dropping my head and meeting Joel’s gaze.

“Well done, mate,” Joel praises. “You’re doing so well.”

Syn curses behind me, his rhythm faltering, and I know he must be close. “You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses between clenched teeth, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrusts forward once more, his cock pulsing in me as he comes.

The feeling of him filling me makes me moan, increasing my desire, and my core clenches, making them groan. Syn slowly pulls out of me, but instead of sitting back, he reaches out and bands his arm around my chest, pulling me up so my back is against him. In this position, I’m arched back with my breasts exposed, and I sink deeper onto Joel’s cock, all while feeling Syn’s cum dribbling from my back entrance.

“That’s right, you’re riding your alpha so well. Look how much he wants you,” Syn praises from behind me, his fingers tweaking my nipple as he presses his lips to the mate mark on my shoulder.

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge, taking Joel with me. With a shout that sounds almost like he’s in pain, Joel unloads his cum inside me, pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. My core clenches down on him and prolongs both our orgasms. Eventually, Joel stops shuddering beneath me and helps me climb from his lap. Syn scoops me into his arms, cradling me against him and positioning himself on the mattress next to Joel. The two alphas fuss over me, moving me across their laps until they are happy that I’m in a comfortable position, but I’m too blissed out to even really notice. My bond is happy and sated in my chest, the crazed need to feel them close to me now faded.

It’s only as we all lie in a sweaty heap on the mattress, limbs entwined, that I remember we’re in a cell and anyone could have watched us. Lifting my head from my sleeping alpha’s chest, I glance around and see no one. Guilt grips my heart like a vice as I realise that I never even noticed that Scott was no longer here.

ChapterSixteen

As far as mornings go, waking up with someone’s tongue between your legs is a pretty good way to start.

Warmth spreads through me at the gentle touch lapping between my legs, slowly pulling me from the fog of sleep. Arms surround me, and from the comfort of the mattress below me, I know we’re in my room.

Once Atlas came to release us from the cell last night and brought me some clothes to cover myself with, we’d been informed that he managed to get permission for Syn to be released. He wouldn’t tell me what he promised in return, but knowing the queen, it wouldn’t be pleasant. However, I know that Syn will continue to improve if he’s with me, so I’m not worried about him relapsing. The four of us returned to my rooms, where Joel and Syn immediately began turning my huge bed into a nest for me.

I hadn’t realised how much I needed one until I watched them make it for me. When I was first brought here and Atlas had to cradle me to help me through the separation sickness, I had a nest of sorts, but I hadn’t really thought about it until now.

Atlas surprised me last night by staying in the room with us. I assumed that he’d not want to be around so many wolves, especially with so much alpha energy filling the room, but it turned out I was wrong. Sure, he didn’t get into bed with us, but he grabbed a large armchair and dragged it over without a word, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off before dropping into the chair. Once situated, he reached out, rested his hand on my exposed leg, tilted his head back, and shut his eyes. I don’t know how much sleep he got, since it couldn’t have been comfortable like that all night, but I appreciated that he stayed. With his upbringing, this is probably a nightmare situation, yet he’s working past his hatred of wolves to be by my side.

The slow, languid strokes of the tongue over my slit bring me further into the present and have me peeling my eyes open, a moan slipping from my lips as I glance down to see Syn between my legs. His expression makes the whole situation all the hotter, and although I can feel his pleasure through the bond, he’s not doing this for self-gratification. No, this is his way of caring for me. A pair of arms that were already wrapped around me squeeze a little tighter, and I know it’s Joel from the scent that surrounds me, holding me against him like I’m something precious to be cherished. Shifting my hips to a better position, I look down to see Syn’s eyes have snapped up to mine. They glow with passion and adoration, an emotion I’ve only ever seen on him when he looks at me.

Movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention, and as I roll my head to the side, my mouth drops open in a silent gasp as I see my witch mate watching me with narrowed eyes. Atlas takes in every movement I make, the rapid rise and fall of my chest, and the sleepy blush that colours my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me isn’t in disgust, but as a challenge. I can see his erection pressing against his trousers, which is an interesting development, not that he touches it, but I know he’s daring me to come in front of him. We’ve still not fucked and completed our bond, and it’s starting to wear on both of us. However, if he thought this little display was going to put me off, then he’s wrong. In fact, having him watch me gives me the edge I need, my orgasm washing over me like a gentle wave. It’s so much softer than our frantic fucking last night, and it’s exactly what I need, my eyes locked on Atlas the whole time.

Syn hums between my legs, lapping up every last drop of my release like it’s his favourite meal, dragging small noises of pleasure from me with each flick of his tongue. Joel continues to hold me, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head as Syn crawls up my body to rest beside me. Nuzzling against my neck, he makes a noise of appreciation, and I feel the light prick of his teeth as he presses them to my pulse point. My heart rate spikes, making him laugh as a flush of arousal shoots through my body.

“That was a pleasant way to wake up,” I comment lightly as though I was discussing the weather and wasn’t just licked out in front of two of my mates, fully aware of them watching me closely.

Pulling away from my neck, Syn grins, his lips still damp with my release. “I thought you might be tender, so I was kissing it better,” he explains with a twinkle in his eye. His expression quickly turns serious, though, and a confusing mix of his feelings filters through the bond. “I would do anything for you, mate.”

He’s still different from the separation, broken, and I don’t know if it will ever heal or if he just needs more time. When he looks at me like this, I can feel that broken part. It changed his priorities, and now he lives and breathesforme. I can feel it through the bond, and it’s a little overwhelming, but having him here with me is the most important thing.

My throat becomes tight with emotion, and I have to swallow against the lump that’s formed there. What do I say to something like that? How can I match the same dedication and overwhelming sense of love? There aren’t enough words in the world to vocalise it, and nothing I ever say will ever be enough. Instead, I let him feel my love for him through the bond, able to show him rather than tell him. His expression softens, and I know he felt it. I send the same feeling through my other bonds, letting them feel my love for them as well. For some reason, it feels really important that they know.

There’s a tug in my chest that has me wincing, discomfort shattering through my bliss. Nicolai is hurting. I sent him a wave of love and only had the opposite effect, anxiety and stress returning to me. I don’t think he realises he’s projecting back at me. This feels more like an overflowing of emotion he’s no longer able to contain. Whether he’ll admit it or not, he needs me to help him through this, and my instincts are practically screaming at me to get down there and make him see sense. Sighing, I untangle my limbs from Joel and Syn so I’m able to sit up. They grumble but don’t attempt to stop me, especially as they realise I’m not leaving just yet. I rest my elbows on my thighs and drop my head into my hands. Nicolai should be in here with us, our own little pack, but instead, he’s suffering on his own.

Noise from my sitting room claims my attention, and I hear someone moving around. All of my mates except for Nicolai are with me here, and thanks to the bond, I know it’s not Nicolai, but a sense of familiarity reaches me, and I realise it’s Scott. I’ve not seen Scott since I entered Syn’s cell, and guilt still burns through me. I have no idea where he slept last night, but he’s here now, and that’s the important part. He must not hate me for dragging him into this situation if he’s waiting for me in the other room. At least, that’s what I’m desperately hoping. If he’s here, I can try my hardest to make it up to him—it would be much harder if he were avoiding me.He’s only here because hehasto be, the toxic voice in my mind whispers, dragging my hope into the dark recesses of my mind.Thanks to you, he has nowhere else to go.

“Whatever you’re thinking, mate,” Joel says behind me, his voice wrapping around me like an embrace, “you’re wrong.”

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