Chapter 3: The Claiming

Aria's dress pooled at her feet in a whisper of silk, leaving her in nothing but black lace and heels. Three pairs of eyes devoured her, and she felt powerful under their hungry gazes, like a goddess being worshipped.

"Beautiful," Dominic breathed, circling her slowly. His fingertips traced her collarbone, down between her breasts, across her ribs. "Even better than I imagined."

"You imagined this?" she asked, her voice breathier than she intended.

"From the moment we saw you," Dante said, standing behind her. His lips found the curve of her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. "We knew you'd look perfect like this. Bare for us. Ours to claim."

"Not yours yet," she reminded them, even as her body betrayed her with a shiver.

Damien chuckled darkly, stepping close enough that she felt the heat radiating from his body. "So much defiance. We're going to enjoy breaking that."

"Safe word?" Dominic reminded her, his hand cupping her jaw gently despite the dominance in his tone.

"Yellow," she whispered.

"Good girl." He kissed her then, deep and possessive, his tongue claiming her mouth while his brothers' hands explored her body. Dante unhooked her bra with practiced ease, while Damien's fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing but not quite touching where she needed.

When Dominic finally pulled back, she was breathless and aching.

"On the bed," he commanded. "On your back."

Her legs trembled as she obeyed, the cool silk sheets a shock against her heated naked skin. The three of them stood at the foot of the bed, slowly removing their suit jackets in synchronized movements that should have been ridiculous but was instead devastatingly erotic.

"Hands above your head," Dante ordered.

She complied, and he moved to secure her wrists in the silk restraints built into the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that she couldn't escape.

The vulnerability should have terrified her. Instead, it was intoxicating.

She could feel their gazes on her. 

"Look at her," Damien murmured, his hand trailing up her inner thigh. "Already so wet for us, and we've barely touched you."

"Please," she heard herself beg.

"Please what?" Dominic asked, unbuttoning his shirt with agonizing slowness. The fabric parted to reveal a body that looked carved from marble, all hard planes and defined muscle.

"Touch me."

"Oh, sweetheart," Dante said, his shirt joining his brother's on the floor. His long hair fell forward as he leaned over her, lips brushing her ear. "We're going to do so much more than touch you."

They worked in perfect synchronization, as if they'd done this a thousand times before. Dominic claimed her mouth again while Dante's lips closed around her nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive peak, biting it a little hard that made me moan. Damien positioned himself between her thighs, his breath hot against her core.

When his tongue finally made contact, she arched off the bed with a cry that Dominic swallowed with his kiss.

His tongue worked inside of her, hitting her cunt, sucking her so badly.

They built her up slowly, methodically, learning every sound she made, every place that made her gasp. Damien's mouth worked magic between her legs while Dante lavished attention on her breasts, and Dominic's hands and lips mapped every inch of her upper body.

"That's it," Dominic murmured against her throat. "Let go for us. Show us how beautiful you are when you come."

The orgasm hit her like a tsunami, drowning her in pleasure so intense she saw stars. Her body convulsed, straining against the restraints as wave after wave crashed through her.

She was still trembling when Damien moved up her body, his lips glistening with evidence of her pleasure. "Delicious," he murmured, kissing her so she could taste herself on his tongue.

"More," she gasped when he pulled back. "I want more."

"Greedy," Dante said approvingly. "We like that."

Dominic released her restraints, and strong hands flipped her onto her stomach. She felt the bed dip as all three of them joined her, their naked bodies surrounding her.

"We're going to take you together," Dominic said, his hand sliding down her spine. "All of us claiming what's ours."

"Yes," she breathed, beyond caring about anything except the need burning through her veins.

They positioned her carefully—Dominic beneath her, Dante behind, Damien beside her head. When they finally entered her, filling her completely, the sensation was overwhelming. Pleasure and pain blurred together as they established a rhythm, moving in perfect synchronisation.

Dante's cock thrusted in and out of her from her anal, Dominic's cock inside her vagina, and Dante's fucking her mouth with her cock. 

She was claimed by all from different angles. She gasped for air, tears streaming down her eyes. 

They worked in and out of her, each filling her.

"Mine," Dominic growled, his hips thrusting upward.

"Ours," Dante corrected, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Always ours," Damien added, his hand fisting in her hair.

The pleasure built again, higher and more intense than before. She was drowning in sensation, in the feel of them inside her, around her, claiming every inch of her body.

"Mark her," Dominic commanded, his voice strained. "Now."

Aria barely registered the words before she felt sharp points of pain on both sides of her neck as Dante and Damien bit down simultaneously. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to leave marks. Possessive love bites that would brand her as theirs.

Dominic's teeth found the junction of her neck and shoulder a moment later.

The pain should have pulled her from the pleasure. Instead, it intensified everything. The moment their teeth broke skin, something electric shot through her veins—a wave of pure sensation that felt like lightning and fire and something fundamentally other.

Her orgasm detonated through her with such force that she screamed, her vision whiting out as pleasure consumed her entire being. Distantly, she felt them follow her over the edge, their bodies shuddering against hers as they marked her, claimed her, made her theirs.

When she finally came back to herself, she was cradled between them, all three sets of hands stroking her gently, bringing her down from the high.

"That was..." she couldn't find words.

"Just the beginning," Dominic promised, pressing a kiss to her sweat-dampened forehead.

She touched her neck, feeling the tender spots where they'd bitten her. "You marked me."

"We did," Dante confirmed, no apology in his tone.

Something felt different. Wrong, or maybe not wrong, but... changed. That electric sensation still hummed beneath her skin, and when she looked at them, something in her chest pulled toward them.

"What did you do to me?" she asked, sitting up despite her trembling legs.

The three of them exchanged one of those looks again, and this time, she saw something in their eyes that made her blood run cold.

They weren't human. She didn't know how she knew, but she kne.

"We need to tell you something," Damien said carefully.

"You're our mate," Dominic said simply. "Our fated mate. The one we've been waiting for."

Aria laughed, the sound edging toward hysterical. "Your what? Is this some kind of roleplay?"

"It's not roleplay," Dante said, his voice gentle but firm. "We're not human, Aria. We're werewolves. And you're ours now. The bond is sealed."

She stared at them, waiting for the punchline. When none came, she laughed again. "You're insane. All three of you. This is... you need therapy."

"We can prove it," Dominic said, standing from the bed.

"Don't…" Damien started, but it was too late.

The air around Dominic shimmered, and then his body began to change. Bones cracked and reformed, skin sprouted fur, and within seconds, where a man had stood, there was now a massive black wolf with glowing amber eyes.

The wolf that had been Dominic stared at her, intelligent and impossibly real.

Aria's vision tunneled. This wasn't possible. Werewolves weren't real. This was a dream. A nightmare. She'd had too much to drink and this was all…..

The room spun, and the last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was Dante and Damien rushing toward her, concern etched on their too-beautiful faces.

Then nothing.

When Aria's body went limp, Dante caught her before she hit the floor. Dominic shifted back immediately, his expression guilty.

"I told you it was too soon," Damien hissed, helping his brother settle their unconscious mate on the bed.

"She needed to know," Dominic said, running a hand through his long hair. "The bond is already taking hold. Better she knows now than later."

Dante stroked Aria's face gently, his thumb brushing over the mark on her neck—the mate bond that now tied her to them irrevocably. "She's going to be furious when she wakes up."

"She'll adjust," Dominic said with more confidence than he felt. "She's strong. She's ours. She'll accept it."

"And if she doesn't?" Damien asked quietly.

All three of them looked at their mate's peaceful face, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

"She will," Dante said firmly. "She has to. The alternative is her death, and we won't allow that."

"She's going to try to run," Damien predicted.

"Let her try," Dominic said, his eyes flashing amber. "She'll learn quickly enough that she belongs to us. Now and forever."

They settled around her on the bed, their bodies forming a protective circle around their mate as they waited for her to wake and face her new reality.