No matter if it was all at once or one at a time, Drake absolutely loved seeing his pack make love to their girl.
They deserved this. Every motherfucking one of them deserved this.
Baz’s heart galloped around in his chest as he sat with a front row seat to Tilly’s ravishing session. Damn but seeing his twin fuck her with Bishop was…. Hmmmph, there were no words.
“Shit! Fuck! Oh my God!” Tilly’s tits bounced as two Hounds rode her closer and closer to another climax. He couldn’t wait to watch her explode. Baz grabbed his cock and started stroking in time to their thrusts. Perched like he was at the head of the bed, there was little room for him to maneuver but he didn’t care. He liked them close like this.
“Baz,” she purred.
His body tensed when she leaned in with her mouth wide open. She licked the tip of his cock as he held it steady for her. She started sucking him off and his toes curled. It was the work of a moment to find the same rhythm as the other Hounds. Tilly had one hand on Drake’s knee, the other right over the tattoo of a bird on Bishop’s pec, and she leaned forward to take more of Baz in her mouth.
“Come for us, lass,” Valor ordered from his chair. “Come hard on their cocks and swallow Baz while ye do it.”
Sweat broke out across Sebastian’s body. His balls tightened. Tilly sucked him off harder. Baz barked a second before pleasure consumed him. All he felt was pack. All he smelled was pack. All he fucking needed… was pack.
They fucked Tilly from all ends in perfect timing.
Baz had straddled Bishop’s face and tried to stay upright and not get too close to him. This balancing act was a workout and a half for his mind, body and soul. Everything felt like it was building up and poised to explode. Baz hesitated to let go and let his world blow apart. He had a feeling he’d never be the same again once he did.
Bishop growled aggressively beneath him.
Baz’s heart clashed around in his body like a fucking drunk. Bishop hooked his arms around Baz’s thighs and forced him to lower down closer, closer, closer. Then Bishop tilted his head back and dragged his tongue across Baz’s dick starting from the tip and dragging his tongue down to the base while Tilly took care of the tip.
“Oh fuuuuuuck.”
Baz blew apart before he had the sense to stop himself.
Bishop bit the bullet and went whole hog. Never know when you’re going to have a moment like this again, right? He wanted them to all explode at once and he wanted to be the one to ride this pack to the victory line.
Drake kept a steady pace, helping Bishop drive Tilly to the point of maximum explosion. The more they touched, the better everything felt. It was hard to see Tilly suck Baz off at this angle but hearing her mewling and sucking noises drove him wild. Bishop wanted in on it.
Latching his arms around Sebastian’s thighs, Bishop tilted his head back and licked that Hound’s dick.
The effect was better than expected.
“Oh fuuuuuuck.”
Baz roared while Bishop and Tilly licked his dick again. Tilly’s pants filled his ears. Drake let out a groan that rumbled the room. He had no idea what Valor was doing, hopefully enjoying the show.
Bishop’s body tensed, his balls tightened and he held on for dear life as he continued to pleasure his pack. Tilly’s pussy smelled like Heaven. And Bishop was a ticking bomb they fucked on now. He tipped back and dragged his tongue along Baz’s cock again, earning another bark of pleasure from the Hound.
Drake squeezed his thigh harder. Bishop tried to not explode just yet.
Since when did everything become so sensitive on his body? From Drake’s grip on his thigh, to Tilly’s cream on his cock, to Baz’s goddamn dick on the tip of his tongue, Bishop was getting rocked every which way.
Tilly gasped, tensed and then detonated. Jolting, she grabbed Baz’s cock firmly and sucked him off while she came. Like if she sucked him harder, they’d get the hint and fuck her harder.
Bishop was good at taking hints like that. He obliged, happily. And damned if she didn’t clamp down on his dick even harder. Bishop grabbed her waist, just below where Drake held her. He wanted to bring this up another notch. Drake’s fingers brushed Bishop’s as they held their girl together.
Baz pulled back and stroked his cock hard and fast, “Open for me, Tills.” Tilly opened her mouth and he came all over her tongue and chin. She licked her lips and swallowed every last drop.
Hot. As. Fuck.
Drake squeezed Bishop’s thigh harder and Bishop shifted to see that Hound lose his composure and come next. God damn this was getting hotter and hotter. Tilly leaned back and pressed into Drake. He pinched her nipples and bit down on the side of her neck while his hips jerked a few more times. Baz shifted off the bed, but not before leaning all the way over and kissing Tilly one more time while his twin held her tightly against him as he came inside her.
Once Baz and Drake both pulled away, Bishop kept going, hunting down his release next. Tilly bit her lip as he picked up pace. Her tits swayed like heavy globes and his mouth watered with desire to suck on one. He angled himself to take her nipple into his mouth and when he flicked his tongue out, she exploded again. Her body squeezed so hard around his cock, it made Bishop roar around his mouthful of flesh.
Bishop’s head thrashed back, his body arched, and she took over from there. Propping up on her feet, she bounced – fucking bounced – on his dick until he howled. He came so hard, his throat hurt and he saw stars.
Tilly slowed her pace, but her fire was far from dowsed.
They were all going to be here a while and Bishop was totally fine with that.
You ever see something so spectacular you stop breathing? Valor just had.
Tilly finished Bishop off and pinned her focus on her alpha next and Valor was more than ready to satisfy. He didn’t care that he was last in line. He enjoyed every minute of watching his pack take, share, and enjoy each other.
Gods, this woman had done the impossible with them.
Valor rose from his seat and Bishop moved the hell out of his way. Picking Tilly up off the bed, Valor grinned when she wrapped her legs around his middle. “Hold on tight, lass.”
He brought her over to his dresser and, with the swipe of his hand, knocked everything off it. Behind him, the rest of the pack laid back in the bed and watched as he taught them all a lesson in how to please a woman.
Grabbing a handful of Tilly’s hair, he gave it a good tug and kissed her hard. She tasted like pack. Smelled like pack. Valor was so hard, he thought he’d snap. Then she dug her nails in and scratched his back so hard, she broke the skin. With a grunt, he dropped to his knees and spread her thighs. Dipping one long, thick digit into her sweet cunt, he hit her g-spot until she came, then pulled out and sucked his finger clean. Knowing her body was primed already didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy taking it slow with her.
Tilly tasted like a vintage that deserved savoring. And she was a woman who deserved worshipping.
Valor licked at her folds, penetrating her with his tongue before pulling out and dipping his finger back inside. Her inner walls quivered and his dick begged for a turn. When he pulled out again, he rubbed her pleasure all over the tip of his cock and kissed her good and senseless as he entered her.
Then Valor fucked her like he owned her. Like he owned his pack. Like he owned this motherfucking moment.
“Och, Gods lass, ye feel so fucking good.”
Tilly wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while he rammed into her. Watching her with his pack had been both excruciating and thrilling. Like the alpha he was, Valor gave his pack their turn first, making sure they were satisfied and lulled to submission before he took his fill. And now that it was his turn, Valor had to exercise all that self-control he prided himself for always having.
His balls slapped against her, wet from her pleasure already. His muscles flexed and heart slammed into his chest in time with his thrusts.
“Oh… my… God,” Tilly relea
sed his neck, her arms flying out to her side and she clutched the edge of the dresser. “Don’t stop, holy shit, don’t stop!”
Her begging turned to pants which turned to gasps. One, two, three swirls with his hips and Valor nailed that sweet spot like a hammer to a nail. She exploded, howling at the top of her lungs, as he claimed this moment for the entire pack. And when she was done riding that blissful climax, he made sure she had three more just like it. One for each Hound in his pack.
Tilly’s hair stuck to her face and back. Her skin blushed and she smelled like sultry summer nights and hot sex.
Valor put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. “Are ye okay for more?” He hadn’t finished yet. He’d yet to come himself. But if she was done for now, he could wait. So long as she was satisfied, his own pleasure didn’t matter.
Whatever kind of bond this was between them was powerful indeed. Every time she came, they all felt the energy. It flowed in the room like a sea current, strong and swift.
“I’m good,” she was fluttery like a butterfly. Even as she talked, he could feel her walls squeeze his cock while she rode the aftershocks of her last orgasm.
Gods, to bring a woman so much pleasure was a motherfucking honor. Their bodies were truly temples and everything between the top of Tilly’s head to the tip of her wee toes was Goddess-like. Inside and out.
“Are ye sure?” Valor pushed into her hard enough to get his meaning across. He wasn’t going to be gentle if he didn’t have to be. Valor wanted to be wild. As wild as she fucking made him feel on a daily basis.
“I want more,” she spread her legs wider for him. “I want it all, Alpha.”
Valor smiled, his gaze sailing from her to the reflection in the mirror where he could see his other Hounds stretched out on his bed and they watched.
Valor grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders, angling Tilly back so he could get as deep as possible inside her. Slowly, he tested how deep she could really take him. One, two, three, four, five-six-seven—
His pace quickened until he was in full-blown fucking mode. It got to the point where Valor thought he was floating. Everything felt so good. So right. So perfect.
Then he stopped.
“Don’t stop!” she screamed. For extra emphasis, Tilly smacked his arm. “Damnit, Alpha!”
“Och, ye wee animal. Just look at ye, all wound up with no place to go.” He swirled his hips, teasing all her pleasure points. She was at his mercy and he enjoyed it. Her lips were red and swollen from all their kissing. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy quivered. Delicious.
“You wanna play games?” her eyes twinkled with wickedness, “Foxy Boy.”
Someone behind him snickered.
Valor growled. “Doona,” slam went his hips, “call me,” slam, “Foxy,” slam, “Boy.” slam!
She took everything he gave her and begged for more. The sexual current was so strong in the room, Valor lost his control and found his release. When he came inside her, Tilly clung to him so hard, he knew he’d have half-moons on his shoulders from her fingernails. It made him want to take a page out of Bishop’s book and get them permanently inked onto his body.
Valor and Tilly clung to each other for several heartbeats and he honestly couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was whose. When he finally pulled out, Valor moaned, missing the sweet heat of her body already. To his left, a window was cracked open and the sounds of a summer night rang loudly in his ears.
He bent down and kissed her one more time before picking her up and turning towards the rest of the pack. They were all hot and sweaty and ready for more. “I’ve a need to swim. Who’s joining me?”
Chapter 32
Tilly’s body felt like pudding. She wasn’t sure how she’d gone from dead to this alive, but didn’t have the mental capacity to think too hard on it. After just having the greatest sexcapade of her life, she wasn’t even sure she could walk. Not that she got the chance to find out.
Valor carried her all the way to the backyard and over to the pool. The rest of the pack followed, but had fallen behind. Once Valor descended the broad steps into the water, she looked over his shoulder and saw why the rest of her Hounds were slower. They were carrying food and drinks, which they set up on the small tables between the lounge chairs.
Bishop did a backflip into the pool first. Baz cannonballed off the diving board. Drake didn’t get in at all. Instead, he casually walked over to the stone wall he finally completed and hit a switch. The damn thing glowed with hidden lighting and a waterfall turned on.
“Verra nice, Hound,” Valor smiled. “Ye didna tell us ye’d finished.”
“Wanted to surprise you,” Drake walked over to the steps and got into the water. “How are you, Goldilocks? Not too sore?”
“Not too anything, Hound. Just right.”
Drake chuckled and kissed her while she stayed locked in Valor’s arms. Was this supposed to feel so right? Like, surely with everything that’s happened, feeling giddy was probably the wrong reaction to have to all this. Now doubt and fear started to creep in. And now Tilly’s heart started kicking up speed.
“What is it, lass? What has ye worried?”
Tilly avoided Valor’s eyes. “I’m not worried.”
“Liar,” he nipped her nose. “I feel it.”
“So do I,” Drake frowned.
Bishop swam over, staying underwater until he got to her. Instead of coming up for air, he smashed his face between her thighs and blew bubbles.
Tilly cracked a laugh and tried to pry him away, but between Valor at her back and Bishop like a bulldozer in front, she couldn’t get very far. The giddiness came back and washed her worries away.
Bishop’s head popped out of the water, his eyes looking darker than normal and he smiled a toothy grin. “There’s that smile we love.” He gobbled up a bunch of water and spit it like a water fountain into Drake’s face next.
“Fucker,” Drake splashed him.
Tilly laughed even louder. Once she started laughing hard enough, she couldn’t stop. Then her laughing turned to cackles, which turned to gasps, which then turned to sobs. Her emotions were so all over the fucking place. “I don’t know why I’m being like this.”
Yes, you do, you’re insane. This is just a psychotic episode. At that thought, fear slammed into her so hard, she jumped away from everyone.
“Whoa,” Drake spoke to her like she was a spooked horse trying to bolt. He put his hands up while slowly wading in the water towards her. “Talk to us. What’s going on?”
If she said it out loud, she’d feel like a fool. If she kept it in, her mind was going to keep this scenario rolling. If this was real, they’d blow her theory out of the water. If it wasn’t real… the docs were going to give her more meds.
“What are your instincts saying, Tills?”
She spun around to see Baz approaching.
They were like sharks circling. Tilly looked back and forth at the twins, then to Valor and Bishop. Everyone was staring at her like she was crazy. This had to be real then right? Because if this was a psychotic breakdown then surely her hallucinations wouldn’t be staring at her like she had a problem. They’d be staring at her like they had up in Valor’s bedroom.
“I feel really strange,” she whispered. “There’s too much happening. I don’t understand what’s really real here.”
Drake crept a little closer. “Okay, okay,” his tone was soft and light. “How about you and I go over there.” He pointed at the waterfall.
“Why?”
“I wanna show it to you.”
“I see it from here.”
“Not what’s behind it,” Drake got even closer to her and playfully brushed his fingers on her arm. “Just go look with me.”
She felt another flurry of panic and didn’t understand it. Was that her or something else? She looked over at Sebastian, the Dark Angel. “Turn around,” she ordered him.
Baz obeyed and slowly spun in a circle with his hands where she could see
them. Fuck, no matter what the angle, that Hound looked like sex on a stick. When the moon shined down on his back, she saw the cursed black wings weren’t there at all.
Okay, this was… weirdly relieving. Or should she be more worried because the wings were not there? Why weren’t they there? Shit, fuck, why was she so paranoid all of a sudden? Because lunatics are always paranoid, Matilda Jane.
“You’re not a lunatic,” Bishop scowled. “Damn, Sweetness, what the hell is going on?”
Had she said that out loud?
“Come with me,” Drake grabbed her hand and lured her away from the pack. Tilly’s head was so muddled, she didn’t even think to fight him. He brought her over to the waterfall and they stepped under it. The cool water pummeled her head for a second and then she stepped into a small grotto that was too tight for more than two people to stand in.
Drake dipped his head down, “Talk to me. I feel you, I see you, just… tell me what’s going on in your head right now so I can help you make some sense out of it.”
He was so confident and calm, it made her feel the same. She and Drake always had a tighter connection. They were cut from the same cloth. She could rely on him to help her out of this.
Tilly blew out a breath and grabbed his elbows like he was an anchor who wouldn’t let her fly away into space. “If I’m in the mental hospital again, then they’re giving me drugs. That pain… I was in terrible pain before. I couldn’t see, hear, think….” She gripped him harder and whispered. “If this isn’t real, then I’m in a mental ward right now. I don’t know how to get out.”
His expression was guarded. “Why do you need to get out?”
Tilly froze. Her head started to hurt again and tears sprang loose. “Drake,” she cried. “Oh my God, I don’t know what to do. I can’t keep doing this.”
Drake held his breath while Tilly cried and clung to him. Her grip was strong but she shivered with terror. Why did she think she was in a mental ward? Something cold and terrible slicked down his spine. It took him a minute to realize it was the pack bond. Someone was in distress.
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