Samuel gripped Luna’s hips and stole her from his brother’s arms, tumbling her down on the bed, next to me. The small cot wasn’t very spacious, so her body brushed against me, her overheated skin making mine tingle wherever we touched. I was so hard it hurt, but it was a sweet pain, nothing like what I’d experienced because of the poison. Maybe Nathaniel had been right and hormones sped up the effect of the energizer potion.
I wanted to bury myself inside her, to bend over her and take those pretty, pink nipples in my mouth, to taste her sweet blood on my tongue again. But I did none of those things, not yet. Instead, I waited, allowing the twins to move in and get accustomed to our mate.
Maybe it was presumptuous of me to think they needed anything like an adjustment period. After all, they’d known one another for years. When Samuel buried his face between Luna’s legs, Luna grabbed his hair and growled an almost snappish command, “Come on. Come on. I need you.”
“Bossy little female,” Nathaniel said, chuckling. “Youhavemissed us.”
He didn’t give Luna the chance to reply. Instead, he straddled her shoulders, positioning his cock against her lips. Luna happily opened her mouth, and Nathaniel thrust his dick into her wet cavern, so suddenly she almost choked.
Until now, I’d tried to hold back, to give them room to explore one another. But with the three of them pleasuring each other like this, I couldn’t hold on to my resolve any longer.
I finally got up and gripped Samuel’s shoulders, burying my claws in his flesh. “You heard her. No more playing around. Make her come, if you don’t want me to do it in your stead.”
Blood trickled down my hand from the wound, but he didn’t seem to mind. He growled against Luna’s cunt, making her sob in distressed arousal. Her pleasure echoed inside me, through our bond, and my vision blurred with lust. I gripped the base of my cock in an attempt to muster at least some degree of control.
It didn’t really work, so I took my frustrations out on Samuel. I raked my fingers over his back, drawing blood, enjoying the sight of his flesh twisting to accommodate my whims. A werewolf’s healing factor was a beautiful thing, and the claw marks faded away, leaving behind unmarked skin. But the blood was still on my fingertips and the scent of copper still lingered in the air. It was a testament to the building passion between us, to the savage bond we were creating.
I had no intention of doing any actual damage to him. We couldn’t afford to venture into things that were too dangerous, not right now, when we were on the run. But there was a madness that ran through my bloodline, something Rufus and I had always tried to suppress.
It didn’t happen always, but certain Alpha bloodlines in the Chaos Valley ended up with strange quirks. In some cases, it was subtle and half the time, they weren’t aware of it themselves. But for us, it had always been strong and impossible to avoid.
Firewolf Pack Alphas were always fascinated by blood. It was probably why that outlandish legend about the Bloodmoon Lake existed. The crimson waters had nothing to do with the sacrifice of the weak, or anything like that. But for as long as I could remember, Savage males had been attracted to the blood of our mates, almost obsessively so.
These days, we tried very hard to not think about it. Our father had long ago warned us we could easily harm our mates if we weren’t careful. With Luna, I’d held back, but I was tired, angry, and aroused. I needed blood to flow.
For a few seconds, as that thought passed through my head, I was afraid. I didn’t want Luna to be scared of me, of my more… outlandish desires. But once again, I’d underestimated her. Something inside her seemed to crack, and beyond her arousal and bliss, another feeling broke loose.
“Yes,”she whispered in my head.“Let the blood flow. Just like the moon and the lake. Let it shine. I’m not afraid of it.”
At that moment, I finally understood. Luna had told me before that she didn’t want me to see her as fragile. But there was more to it than that. She was part of an Alpha’s bloodline too. And while I didn’t understand the Wolfsbane Pack, I knew she was my mate for a reason. With the twins here, we could embrace that—and face whatever came our way.
* * *
Luna
Werewolves were beasts. It was something we’d always known and understood, but also something we tried to control, just in case our mates were human.
No one had ever bothered to teach me much about that. I was only an Omega, so I wasn’t dangerous. Or at least, I wasn’t supposed to be.
When the unexpected bloodlust exploded through Rowan, it felt strangely right. For so long, I’d been looked down upon for being an Omega. I was so tired of it, so tired of the anguish and rejection. I’d accepted my duty toward my pack because I’d thought I had no other choice. But now, I realized that wasn’t true.
I was more than just an Omega. I might not be as physically strong as the rest of my former pack, but that wasn’t the only thing that mattered, not even for werewolves.
Rowan didn’t want to scare me with his savagery, with the madness that lived in his bloodline. But I wasn’t afraid of him, not in the slightest. I focused on my connection with him and showed him exactly how I felt. And at that moment, something inside us cracked and shifted.
Nate and Sam had seemed determined to take their time exploring me, and with Nate fucking my mouth and Sam thrusting his tongue into my cunt, I’d loved every second of what they’d been doing. But when I looked into Rowan’s heart, they felt it too. Their patience crumbled into nothing, and their bodies went rigid.
Nate pulled his cock out of my mouth and Sam stopped fucking me with his tongue, temporarily making me feel abandoned and bereft. But it was only for a few seconds, because they had other plans for me, for all of us.
Nate buried his clawed fingers in my hair and forced our eyes to meet. “Do you want us to claim you, Luna? Do you want us to hurt you?”
His voice was a rough growl, and had I not been a werewolf, I wouldn’t have understood a word. But my bestial nature responded to it, just like it responded to him. “Yes. Yes, please. Hurt me.”
“What a beautiful bitch you are,” Sam crooned. “I bet you’ll look great when you’re swelling with pup. Why don’t we find out? I wonder… Which of us can breed you first?”
I blinked, and the world started to spin around me. Suddenly, Nate flipped me on all fours and thrust inside me from behind. He forced my head down against the cot, taking his pleasure in my body, like I didn’t even matter.
I loved every second of it. Maybe I shouldn’t have, because this was just another person who was using me, claiming my body as his own. But with Nate, it was different. He was my mate and everything he was doing echoed my deepest, darkest wishes. Yes, I wanted to be used, to belong, and to surrender, but only if I was with them, in their arms, at their mercy. When we were together, I would never be weak or just a stupid, insignificant Omega. They belonged to me, just like I belonged to them.
