Chapter 13

Sunlight hit her skin like a hot hand, and Elena snapped awake, arched and breathless, sucking air through her teeth. She twisted, disoriented at first—fur, sweat, a musky tang of old desire blooming in the rafters. The triplets hadn’t moved, not really; just shifted slightly around her, cocooned her in their mass. Devin’s arm was slung heavy across her chest like a yoke. Damon’s hand cupped the inside of her thigh and stayed, as if afraid she might float up and away. Donovan’s mouth still bracketed the bite he’d left on her shoulder, his tongue flicking there with an animal unconsciousness. She should have been sore. Instead, she was restless.

Her body was already reacting—her core clenching at the memory of being filled, claimed, made into something more than just herself. She wriggled a fraction and found her whole pussy flooded, their seed pooled and sticky and alive. The heat between her legs was its own kind of hunger.

She could have let them sleep. She could have crawled out from their limbs, showered off the night, reassembled herself into a less feral version for the day. Instead, she lifted Damon’s hand to her lips and bit, hard enough to draw a gasp and a pulse of pre-cum from his softening cock against her hip. Damon jolted awake, blinked at her, and grinned.

Devin roused next, the movement stirring him, and he rolled closer, instinctively nuzzling her throat, his cock already hardening, trapped against her belly. Donovan woke last, silent as always, but the arm that had encircled her now slid down between her ass cheeks; a long finger circled the rim of her hole, slick with their combined juices. He didn’t speak, but she felt his need in the way his breath caught.

“Again?” Damon asked, hopeful and incredulous.

She twisted onto her back, spread her legs in invitation, and let them see how soaked she was still. “Again,” she commanded.

The triplets exchanged a look—a silent, fighting-for-alpha look. This time, there was no need for leadership. They went for her together, three mouths mapping her skin, three sets of hands greedy and possessive. Devin licked the come from her inner thighs, moaning low in appreciation. Damon captured a nipple between his teeth, flicking it until she gasped. Donovan pressed his mouth to her womb, kissing it reverently, as if offering tribute.

She didn’t realize she’d started begging until she heard herself: “Please—God. Fill me up—again—”

Devin was the first to plunge inside, thick and hard, his shaft hitting the spot that made her vision blur. Damon came in at her mouth, letting her suck him as she writhed beneath them. Donovan waited, stroking his cock, until Devin had started to knot—and then he shoved in behind, splitting her impossibly, making her scream into Damon’s lap.

They fucked her as a unit, a force of nature, three wolves crossing lines even nature hadn’t thought to draw. She lost count of how many times she came—every time Damon forced her jaw open, every time Devin locked himself inside her, every time Donovan knotted and sealed her shut, she lost it again, the orgasm tearing something loose and bright inside her brain.

Seed slicked her thighs, rimmed her ass, pulsed out and spilled down her legs. The more they bred her, the more her body demanded. When one softened, another took over, pushing the fog of pleasure higher and higher.

At the end, she was a trembling mess, whole body seized in an endless spasm, tears streaming down her face, not from pain but from the beauty of the thing they’d made together—this new pack, this new world.

She lay with them afterward, arms tangled, her cunt dripping and gaping, filled beyond capacity. Damon kissed the salt off her cheeks. Devin stroked her hair, whispering that she was perfect, a goddess, every superlative until the words were nonsense. Donovan just held her, quiet and steady, as if daring anyone to pry her from his grasp.

Later, when she could stand, she went out on the porch again, naked, bleeding dawn and their love onto the splinters. She knew, now, that no rival would ever take her. Her wolves were primed for blood and for loyalty, and she had made them hers in every way that counted.

Elena stretched her arms above her head, called back to them in the house, and watched as each of her triplets answered, one after the other, full-throated and ready to begin again.