Page 99 of Echoes From the Void
in, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder. I shiver, anticipation coursing through me.
Leo watches us, his eyes hooded, his hand moving to stroke himself, keeping his desire stoked. “And me, Frankie?” he asks, his voice husky. “What do you want from me?”
I reach out, my hand wrapping around his, guiding his strokes. “I want you to feel good, Leo,” I say, looking into his fiery gaze. “I want to watch you, see you come undone.”
Dorian’s touch trails down my hip like the first winter frost, leaving a path of delicious chill that makes my overheated skin tingle. His fingers find their target with devastating precision,the cool touch between my legs drawing a gasp as frost patterns spiral outward from the point of contact, dancing across my skin in mesmerizing swirls. “And me, Frankie?” The words ghost across my neck, his voice carrying that familiar mixture of aristocratic control and barely contained desire that makes my heart stutter.
I turn to him, my eyes meeting his ice blue ones. “I want you to be my balance, Dorian,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “I want your cool to my heat, your calm to my storm.”
He nods, his frost intensifying, his fingers stroking me gently, building me up slowly. Matteo breaks our kiss, his mouth moving down my body, his fangs grazing my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Bishop’s mouth is hot on my neck, his teeth pressing lightly, a promise of the claim to come. His hand moves from my breast, sliding down my stomach, joining Dorian’s between my legs. Together, they stroke me, their touches complementing each other, hot and cold, fire and ice.
Leo’s hand moves faster under my guidance, his breath hitching, his body tensing. I watch him, my eyes locked onto his, our bond flaring with his pleasure. I feel his orgasm building, his body coiling tighter and tighter.
Matteo’s mouth finds my inner thigh, his fangs sinking in, the pinch of pain sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. His fingers join Bishop’s and Dorian’s, their combined touches sending me spiraling higher and higher.
“Now, Bishop,” The words escape on a desperate gasp as my body trembles on the knife’s edge of release. My shadows writhe around us, responding to my desperation. “Complete the claim. Make it permanent.”
Bishop’s teeth pierce my neck with ritualistic precision, the sharp bite transmuting instantly into liquid fire as his Guardian power floods the wound. Ancient magic recognizes ancientmagic—his claim settling into my very bones as my shadows rise to meet it, twining together until the distinction between his power and mine blurs. The binding magic cascades through our pack bonds, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure and connection that shatters any remaining boundaries between us.
Through our bond, I feel Bishop’s satisfaction, his pride, his love. His pleasure merges with mine, amplifying it, prolonging it. I feel his release, hot and powerful, as he marks me, makes me his.
Leo comes with a groan, his body tensing, his eyes locked onto mine. His pleasure cascades through our bond, merging with Bishop’s and mine until I can’t tell where one ends and another begins.
Matteo’s fangs retract, his mouth moving to soothe the marks on my thigh. His pleasure is a slow burn, a steady flame that warms me from within. He looks up at me, his dark eyes filled with love and desire. “Your turn, Dorian,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
Dorian’s frost intensifies, his fingers stroking me faster, his cool touch prolonging my orgasm, drawing out my pleasure. I turn to him, my eyes meeting his ice blue ones. “Together,” I whisper, reaching out to grip his shoulder, pulling him closer.
He nods, his frost swirling around us, cocooning us in a cool embrace. He enters me slowly, his cool length a stark contrast to the heat of Leo and Bishop. I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Bishop moves to my side, his hand stroking my hair, his mouth pressing soft kisses onto my neck, soothing the mark he’s left. Leo mirrors him, his hands and mouth exploring my body, his touches gentle, reverent.
Matteo moves behind Dorian, his hands gripping Dorian’s hips, his mouth pressing kisses onto Dorian’s spine. I feel Matteo’s desire through our bond, his need to claim, to connect.Dorian looks at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nod, giving my consent, wanting this, wanting them all connected.
Matteo enters Dorian slowly, carefully, his gaze locked onto mine
Dorian’s cool breath hitches, his body tensing as Matteo fills him. I feel his pleasure spike through our bond, his frost swirling erratically around us. The sensation of Matteo moving in Dorian, pushing him deeper into me, is intense, overwhelming. The connection between us blazes like a supernova, each sensation echoing and amplifying through our shared bond.
I pull Dorian down to me, our lips meeting in a cool, deep kiss. His frost flows into me, filling me, soothing the heat that’s been building. I moan into his mouth, my body moving in sync with his, our rhythm matching the steady pulse of our combined pleasure.
Bishop and Leo’s touches grow more insistent, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of my skin, their love a warm blanket enveloping me. I reach out, my hands finding theirs, our fingers interlacing, our bonds strengthening with each touch.
Matteo’s grip on Dorian’s hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I feel his pleasure building, his desire merging with ours. The room is filled with our gasps, our moans, our bodies moving as one.
“Close,” I pant, breaking away from Dorian’s kiss. “So close.”
Bishop’s mouth finds my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. Leo’s hand slides between Dorian and me, his fingers finding my clit, circling, teasing. Matteo’s fangs sink into Dorian’s shoulder, his pleasure spiking, pushing us all closer to the edge.
“Together,” I gasp, my body tensing, my orgasm building. “ falling together.”
Dorian’s frost intensifies, his cool touch sending me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing, my orgasm rippingthrough me in waves of ecstasy. Dorian’s release crashes over us like an arctic wave, his frost crystallizing where it meets the inferno of my own pleasure, creating something entirely new and devastating in its intensity. The sensation triggers Matteo’s climax, his deeper power resonating through our bond like thunder after lightning, each of us catching and amplifying the others’ pleasure until the very shadows around us pulse with it.
Matteo follows, his pleasure echoing ours, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Bishop and Leo’s pleasure merges with ours, their touches gentling, their mouths pressing soft kisses onto my skin as we all come down from the intense high.
We collapse into a heap, limbs entangled, chests heaving. Our pack bond settles into a gentle pulse, like a shared heartbeat humming with peace and completion. Dorian rolls off me, but I pull him back, needing his cool presence close. Bishop nestles behind me, his warm body a comforting contrast to Dorian’s cool one. Leo lies in front of me, his head resting on my chest, while Matteo drapes himself over Dorian, his hand finding mine, squeezing gently.
I look around at each of them, my heart swelling with so much love it feels fit to burst. “My pack,” I whisper, a tear slipping down my cheek. “My loves, my life.”
