Page 204 of Wisteria and Cloves
"Overwhelming," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, “But so good.”
Nicolaus's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile that transformed his usually composed features. "I'll make it better," he promised, his voice dropping to that deep register that made me respond instantly.
Unlike the others, Nicolaus took his time exploring my already sensitive body. He traced each mark on my neck with reverent fingers, analyzing my reactions as the bonds pulsed in response to his touch.
"Fascinating," he murmured, watching as I shivered when his fingers brushed Julian's mark. "Each one responds differently." I could barely form coherent thoughts as Nicolaus continued his methodical exploration, his fingers trailing down my body with deliberate precision.
"You're studying me," I gasped as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just below Christopher's mark, making me arch against him.
"Always," he admitted, his blue eyes intense as they tracked every reaction. "I want to know exactly how to make you fall apart for me."
His methodical approach was driving me wild in a completely different way than the others had. Where Julian had been commanding, Christopher gentle, and Miles playful, Nicolaus was calculating—but his calculation was focused entirely on my pleasure.
"Please," I whimpered, my hands reaching for him desperately. "I need you inside me."
"Not yet," he said firmly, his fingers continuing their torturous exploration. "I want to see how high I can push you with three bonds already singing through your system."
I bit my lip, knowing he would tease me until I broke, but I also knew I could make him break as well, “Please…..Alpha. I want you.” The title hit him like a physical blow, his composed mask finally cracking completely. Nicolaus's eyes blazed with primal hunger as he positioned himself at my entrance, his control fraying at the edges.
"Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough with need as he pressed against me without entering.
"Alpha," I breathed, my hips lifting toward him in invitation."My Alpha. Please."
That was his breaking point. Nicolaus entered me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely as I cried out at the sensation. With three bonds already pulsing through my system, every nerve ending was hypersensitive, making his possession feel even more intense.
"Perfect," he growled against my ear, his usually controlled voice completely undone. "You take me so perfectly." His rhythm was hard and fast, making me feel like if he wasn’t holding me so tightly, I would float away. His hands gripped my hips with bruising intensity, anchoring me as he drove into me with powerful thrusts that made me cry out with each one.
"That's it," he murmured, his analytical mind still working even as his body claimed me with primal intensity. "Let me hear you."
The three bonds already coursing through my system amplified every sensation, making Nicolaus's possession almost overwhelming in its intensity. I could feel the others watching, their bonds pulsing, making my pleasure even more heightened.
"You're close already," Nicolaus observed, his voice strained but still carrying that hint of analysis that was so uniquely him. "The bonds make you more responsive." I couldn't form words to answer him, my body arching beneath his as he hit that perfect spot inside me. The pressure was building again, impossibly fast given how many times I've already come today.
"Nicolaus," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as the tension coiled tighter within me. "I can't—it's too much—"
"You can," he insisted, his pace never faltering as he drove me higher. "One more. Give me one more, Lilianna." He moved himself closer, so his neck was close and gave a low growl.
“Bite.” He ordered, and I followed that order, my teeth sinking into his flesh, starting the last bond. I pulled back, gasping as I let myself fall back into the nest, oversensitive from the forming bond to the pleasure coursing through me.
"Alpha," I cried out, the word a desperate plea as I felt myself teetering on the edge. At the peak of my release, Nicolaus's teeth found my neck, breaking the skin just below Miles's mark. The fourth bond snapped into place with an intensity that made my vision go white, connecting us completely as his knot began to swell. Unlike the others, Nicolaus didn't withdraw. He allowed his knot to lock us together, groaning against my neck as he found his own release. The sensation of being filled and stretched by his knot was overwhelming with all four bonds now pulsing through my system in perfect harmony. The connection was complete—four alphas, four bonds, four claims on my body and soul.
"Mine," Nicolaus growled against my neck, his tongue sealing the fresh wound as his knot pulsed within me. "All of ours."
I could barely breathe through the intensity of it all. Four distinct bonds thrummed through my nervous system, each carrying the emotions and desires of my alphas. Julian's fierce protectiveness, Christopher's gentle devotion, Miles's playfulaffection, and Nicolaus calculating possessiveness—all of it flowed through me in waves.
I lay there panting, my body completely claimed and connected to all four of my alphas through bonds that pulsed with shared emotion. Nicolaus remained locked inside me, his knot keeping us joined as the final bond settled into place alongside the others. The sensation was indescribable—like being wrapped in a warm cocoon of love and possession that emanated from four different sources.
"How do you feel?" Christopher asked softly, his hand stroking my hair as I tried to catch my breath.
"Complete," I whispered, the word carrying more weight than I'd ever imagined possible. "Like I'm exactly where I belong."
Julian pressed a gentle kiss to his mark on my neck, making me shiver as the bond responded to his touch. "You are where you belong. With us.Always."
Miles traced lazy patterns on my arm, his touch grounding me as the overwhelming sensations gradually settled into something warm and constant. "We're bonded now," he murmured against my skin. "Permanently."
Nicolaus's knot began to soften after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. When he finally withdrew, I felt oddly empty despite the four bonds thrumming through my system. He gathered me against his chest, his usually composed demeanor softened by satisfaction and tenderness.
"Rest," he instructed, though his voice held none of its usual commanding edge. "Your body needs time to process the bonds…and so do we." I could feel exhaustion creeping in, the intensity of the morning catching up with me. But beneath the tiredness was a profound sense of rightness—like puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.
