by Paige Taylor
“I’m sure. I want us all to have matching ones. I just have to put my big girl panties on,” I say, still death-staring the needles like they are going to attack me when I least expect it.
“Okay, Ava, you go first so that we can just get it over with, then we can tackle your Mates,” Trent says from his place by the table. As it turns out, Trent is also a tattoo artist, so we didn’t need to go to anyone outside the Packs to get our tattoos done. I wanted something permanent on us to symbolise our Mating, and this was the best idea I could come up with. The tattoo is a wolf’s head, with a semi-circle arching around the head, except the arch was made with everyone’s name. I was also getting both the Crescent Moon Sigil and the Grey Timbers Sigil done tonight. So many fucking needles.
“Okay. Let’s do this shit,” I say, lifting my dress up and sitting backwards on the dining room table.
I hear the buzzing of the needle, and Wade and Zane grip both my hands from their positions in front of me. I flinch before the needle even touches my skin. I have no idea why I can handle being punched in the face and body repeatedly, but bring a needle in the scenario, and I become a giant pussy.
I feel the stencil peeling off my shoulder and the gun turn on, as the needles press into my skin. My heartbeat gets faster and faster, my breathing rapidly increasing as well
“Ava. Listen to my voice. You are okay. We wouldn’t let anything hurt you. Okay?” Marco says into my mind.
“Mac, distract me, please?” I beg Marco down our bond.
“You asked for it, gorgeous.” His eyes glinting mischievously, with a smirk growing on his face.
“When I get you home, Sweetheart, I’m going to tie you to the head of the bed. I’ll tie a blindfold around your head, and rip your clothes off your body. I’m going to run my tongue from your neck down to your pussy and spread your legs wide. Every inch of you will be spread open for me. The lovely toys I have are going to fill you deep, depriving you of what I know you really want . . . me. I’m going to fuck you so slowly with those toys that you will be aching for the real thing, begging me. I’ll straddle your shoulders and get you to lick and suck my dick until it is all wet and ready to fill you. I will not leave any inch of you untouched,” Mac continues his story making me wet and needy. God, I need Trent to hurry up with this tattoo. Marco has a dark side, and holy fuck, it’s hot.
“Marco, please stop! Your killing us here! Between your words and her reaction, I’m about ready to say fuck the tattoos!” Wade bursts out, his hand squeezing mine harder.
“I’m going to second that,” Zane pipes up from my other side.
“Let’s just get this over with, so we can get out of here, yeah?” I ask the room, which is met with a round of nods from everyone, and a wink of promise from Marco.
We continue walking through the forest, my eyes blindfolded with all my Mates surrounding me. My hands holding up my dress as we continue to walk through the forest away from Wade’s Pack house.
“Are we there yet?” I whine for the hundredth time, not liking that I’m the only one not in on the surprise.
“In about fifteen seconds, Beautiful,” Dylan pipes up from somewhere behind me.
I’m pulled to a stop by gentle hands on my arm, the blindfold peeled off and my eyes blink a few times trying to adjust to the change in light. Once I can see properly, I notice lanterns burning along a path to a beautiful, three-story cabin. It’s the perfect combination of craftsman architecture and ‘cabin in the woods’. I have no words, it is just beyond anything I could have imagined. I spin around staring at each of my Mates who are all staring at me intently, waiting to see my reaction.
“This is where you have all been disappearing to when I’m not around? You’ve been building this for us?” I whisper, my heart beating out of my chest with love.
“We want somewhere for all of us to live between the two packs, instead of having to move you around from place to place. We want a home with you, to have a family with you. For that we needed a house,” Dylan explains, his hands moving out of his pant pockets as he grasps my hands and starts pulling me towards the house, towards our home.
The bedroom was about the same size as Wade’s, but the bed was big enough to fit all of us and then some. I didn’t even realise they made beds this big.
I turn my back to the bed and face the huge floor to ceiling mirror that spans the length of a wall. Zane comes up behind me and gently lifts my curling, blonde hair from my neck and pushes it over the front of my shoulder, his hands going to the zipper down the back of my dress and pulling it down achingly slow. Marco moves to stand in front of me, his hands coming up to frame my face, and leaning in to touch his lips to mine. I bring my hands to his neck and hold him in place, deepening our kiss, opening my mouth to let his tongue slide across mine. Zane pushes my dress down till it drops to the floor, his strong hands lifting my knees up with supreme gentleness to move the dress out from underneath my feet. Marco and Zane move closer to my body simultaneously, pressing me between their strong chests. Marco pulls away from my mouth to trail kisses down my neck. Zane’s mouth brushes against the skin on the other side of my neck, while his palms move from my hips to the backs of my thighs, one of his hands hooks around my leg and curls it around Marco’s waist. Zane’s fingers slide over the satin of my underwear, against my aching slit.
I look up and around the room, seeing both Dylan and Wade sitting on opposite sides of the bed– their shirts undone all the way, showing me their sculpted chests– watching me with laser focus. Both of them have already undone their pants, and their hands are wrapped around themselves, stroking their cocks. Fingers slide inside of me with no warning, my head arches back in pleasure, my body forcing itself closer to Marco. Marco’s kisses reach my breasts, he opens his mouth and sucks my nipple through the sheer material of my bra, while Zane’s fingers start to slowly pump in and out of me.
Before I’m ready, every sensation is stopped as I’m picked up and laid down with a gentleness I was not expecting from my Mates on the night we complete the ceremony. I look over at Wade who leans down and captures my mouth in his, sucking my lips in between his and biting down gently, making me groan in pleasure. I pull his head in closer and return the favour, biting into his lip at the same time teeth clamp down on my shoulder gently. I pull my mouth away and look into Dylan’s chocolate-brown eyes, then slowly drag my palm up his stomach and across his chest and neck, pulling him down to meet my lips in a fierce kiss. My legs are pulled apart and my underwear pulled off. Moments later, a warm wet mouth closes over my pussy, making me look down at the tattooed back of Zane. I deepen the kiss with Dylan as I feel Zane’s tongue lick up my slit and circle my clit over and over, causing my hips to push up into his ministrations.
“Clothes off, right now, please,” I whisper into all their minds making them pause their actions and rise as one to begin throwing off their clothing. It is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, my Mates getting naked, each of them so different and so completely mine. They all re-join the bed, two by my hips, and two at my head, each with their hard cocks jutting out. I sit up from my supine position and swap with Zane, pushing him down onto the bed before climbing on top of his hips, rubbing my pussy over his rigid length. Turning to look at Marco, I nod towards him, hoping he will understand where I want him. My usually dominant mates letting me take the control for our first time as a group, gives me more peace of mind than they can imagine. Although, I suppose that bond of ours will show them, anyway.
Marco moves between Zane’s legs and runs himself along the space between my ass and my slit before pulling back and resting his cock on my back as his fingers remove my bra. I look towards Dylan and Wade who instinctively move up onto their knees, so their cocks are right next to my head. Zane lifts my hips up and slowly slides into me, I let my body drop and relax onto his large length, groaning when I can’t fill myself with him anymore. Marco’s fingers begin to slather liquid over my puckered hole, his fingers slowly moving in and out
of me, preparing me for his cock. Within a few minutes I feel the pressure of his member pressing against my arse, slowly working its way in, whilst Zane’s fingers rub over my clit making the pleasure almost unbearable. My breathing increases at the extreme stretch, my body aching in response to the overwhelming feelings. I turn my head licking up and down Dylan’s cock while my hand moves up to encircle his hard length.
Zane and Marco begin moving in tandem, the sensations causing me to gasp and moan out with every thrust. My mouth alternating between Dylan and Wade, sucking them in deep, letting them fuck my face, while I run my hand up and down the other’s length. The sounds of our moaning fill the room, and the smell of sex radiates out from all of us. I feel Zane and Marco’s moans getting louder and louder, Zane’s fingers start rapidly rubbing over my clit until I explode in climax, the frantic thrusts of my two Mates extending the orgasm on until I am nothing but sensation.
I am lifted off my Mates, like I weigh nothing, and laid down on my side; Dylan and Wade sliding up on either side of me, their pulsing hard lengths sliding into me with ease. Their hard thrusts making my eyes roll back in my head. The pleasure lights every cell in my body on fire. Hands clamp down across my hips and torso as the speed of the thrusts increase, my hips rolling in tandem with them, drawing moans out of everyone. My orgasm rips from me suddenly, causing my body to convulse with the pleasure rippling through the bond, setting off their own orgasms. Dylan and Wade bark out curses, both reaching forward and biting into my skin hard, but not enough to break the skin.
I lay there as they extract themselves, pulling me onto Wade’s chest as someone wipes up the fluid leaking out of me. My breathing is still rapid, but my eyes are unable to stay open any longer. Strong arms tighten around me while four sets of kisses are placed over my forehead and face.
“I love you all, so much,” I whisper to them.
“We love you, Ava, more than life itself. Sleep sweet, sweetheart,” I hear Marco say as I snuggle further into Wades chest.
“Love you, Angel”
“Love you, baby.”
“Love you too, Beautiful.”
Their love flooding my bond is the last thing I experience before I surrender to the darkness of sleep.
Chapter Eighteen
“Stay safe, Ava, I need you to be safe.” Zane’s massive hands frame my face, his forehead coming to rest on mine. I can feel the concern and the anxiety radiating down our bond. He is so worried about not coming with me, everything in him is yelling at him to follow me there.
“It’s okay, Bub, I will be ok. I know how to look after myself. I will fuck anyone up who tries to cross us,” I insist, smiling and drawing his face closer to mine as hook my arms around his neck and kiss him.
“I know you can take care of yourself, I’ve seen it. But that doesn’t make me any less worried about your safety,” he whispers after pulling away from our kiss. I look around one last time at the beautiful scenery surrounding the Pack lands. Pine trees scattered everywhere the eye could see, the grass so green that it looks like a fucking screensaver and not a cloud in the sky.
“Ava, we have to leave!” I hear Wade call out from behind me. We are going out to my old pack today, and it is a thirty-two hour drive, not including the hours we’re going to have to stop to sleep. All up, it is turning into a three-or-four day trip, with us all rotating as drivers every four hours.
“I’ll see you soon, Zane. Look after my kids in their classes okay? Don’t go too hard on them,” I say before giving him one last, long kiss.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, Angel. I promise, only if you promise to come home to us,” he replies before spinning me around into the arms of the very first Mate I met.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t come home safe and unharmed you can expect me to find that gorgeous ass of yours and give you a good spanking, okay?” Marco says as he grips both my hips and drags me in against his chest.
“I’ll expect that spanking even if I do come home safe and sound.” I laugh, tucking my head into his neck.
“Deal. I need you to be okay, Ava.” Mac’s voice grows serious very quickly. I lift my head, and give him a long kiss, focusing on sending comfort down our bond.
“I’ll be home, you can count on it,” I say before he claims my mouth once again.
We walk over to Wade’s Ford Explorer. Dylan and Wade lean against the doors, watching my goodbyes with my other two Mates.
“Okay, lets run over this plan one more time. We need to make sure this does not go wrong,” Marco voices from my left, his hand still wrapped around mine.
“Ava, Wade, and I will be travelling by day, doing four-hour shifts, and will be the ones to scope out the site before the other wolves get there. We have thirty wolves meeting us out there to help us out if things get messy. We have a further ten wolves who will be investigating some of those secondary properties looking for any suspicious files. If they don’t find anything in those, they are meeting us at the Pack property. From there, we will confront Vincent, granted we find the evidence we need to take him to the council. One of us will challenge Vincent if he chooses to be resistant. As soon as we have Vincent apprehended, we will be calling and transporting him straight to the council chambers. If we encounter any vampires on that property outside of a fight, we take a photo and then leave. We do not bring unnecessary fights to us. On top of that, I don’t want to deal with Darius’ bullshit again,” Dylan says, ending on a resigned groan. He’s acting as if the Vampire King was a nuisance rather than a scary motherfucker.
“We’ve packed enough weaponry to storm Fort fucking Knox, we’ve got that covered. We take turns driving, and we get there with enough time to get some sleep before we engage. We watch out for Ava, and we sort this fucking mess out,” Wade summarises, his attitude more annoyed than concerned about the confrontation we are about to have.
“You keep her safe. That is your number one concern in this,” Marco insists firmly, looking each in the eye, while Zane’s towering frame comes to stand beside him in solidarity.
“I can look after my fucking self, but thank you for the concern, guys. I love you. All of you. But, this needs to be sorted out, now, before any other pack loses someone. Also, I don’t particularly relish the idea of living my life fending off Vampire attacks. Let’s get this done,” I say, looking them all in the eye before giving each a hug and climbing into the back seat of the car.
I watch the guys all say a few more words and then pull each other into a fierce man hug. Zane and Marco come to stand in front of my open car door, giving me a long, deep kiss each before they walk away from the car as Dylan and Wade get in and buckle up.
“Bye, guys, I’ll see you soon. I love you!” I call out before the car starts to drive away.
“Bye, Ava, I love you, too. The mental bond might fade over such a long distance, but we’ll call you every night. Stay safe.” Marco whispers into my mind. I have a moment of panic over not having them present in my mind.
“I love you, Angel, stay safe for me,” Zane’s voice echoes.
“Tell us something happy about your old pack? At the moment, all I feel like I’ve heard are the bad things,” Dylan asks into the darkness of the hotel room. We ended up getting a hotel room with a king-sized bed, which barely fits all three of us sandwiched together.
“When I was younger, it was amazing. When my parents were still alive, Vincent’s dad was the Alpha. But, he didn’t really give a shit about anyone in the Pack, just let us go about our own business. We would have Pack dinners with all the other Wolves, go for Pack runs, we never really had any problems. What kind of story are you look for?” I ask them, rolling over onto my stomach so that I could see them both.
“A funny story with a friend,” Wade pipes up while his arm is slung over his eyes.
“Okay. Hmmm. Oh! I got it. So, I was about 11, and I was playing tag with my friend David, while our parents were inside the house having dinner. So, we were running around, when suddenly David scr
eams out, ‘Ava’s been shot!’ and runs into the house screaming. I’m just standing there in the middle of the front yard, not knowing what the hell was going on. Then I looked down and noticed blood was running down my leg. Obviously, I was freaking the hell out, starting to believe David about being shot, so I just sat on the ground and started crying. All the parents come running out of the house, my mum and dad sprinting over to me, and start patting me down trying to find the bullet hole. That’s when my mom looked down at my leg and realised what was going on. She turned to my dad and whispered something in his ear, and his face just looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. Turned out it was just my period, not a wound. My poor dad had to pick me up and carry me into the house, he was getting paler by the second until all of a sudden, he dropped me on the ground and literally just falls over in the hallway. My fully-grown father, passed out because I had my period. I’ve never seen anything funnier,” I laugh, still picturing my dad’s face when he realised what was going on. Dylan and Wade were both laughing, their chests vibrating with the struggle to stay quiet.
“What happened to David?” Dylan asked, still chuckling a little.
“He was the friend I’ve been telling you about; the one I ended up moving in with when my parents died. He was my best friend up until I left. I couldn’t even tell him I was being forced to leave. I just packed up my essentials and left. He probably hates me now.” I sigh, the sadness of the situation still weighing on me.
“I’m sure once you explain what was going on he will understand,” Wade says, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me against his chest and settling me in the comfort in his arms.
“I really hope so,” I whisper into the dark.
“Ava, why do you think Vincent has been doing this? Working with the vampires I mean?” Dylan asks after we had all been silent for a little while.