~Xyana~Swiping my tongue across my lips, I keep eye contact with Declan as he lets his fingers glide down my belly and into my panties.I open my mouth in a silent gasp as his fingers travel further down between my folds and he grins at me.My body hums to his touch. It is nothing like Clifton's touch; 'my imagination of Clifton's touch,' maybe. Because I'm yet to ascertain if he truly came to my room or if I was simply imagining things.Declan's touch is different, precise, reverent, appraising, and pure. My clit is already throbbing expectantly as he gently spreads my thigh and starts massaging it, making me moan. Holding on to his arm that I've fantasized about each time I see him, I throw my head back towards Dion's shoulder, and he offers me support with his bare chest while his arms wrap around my chest, pushing my shirt up and caressing my skin without paying explicit attention to any part, yet.Declan leans closer and increases the rhythm and pressure of his strokes, teasing
~Xyana~I guess Dion enjoys my reaction as he repeats it a few more times, and at the last one, he buries his fingers deeply inside of me, stroking my spot continuously. Just when I'm almost at the point of no return, he pulls his fingers out."No!" Dion, please. Give me a fucking orgasm. I need it!"The brothers chuckle. Declan, tames my hair, singing beautiful words of praise in my ears.Slowly Dion resumes fingerfucking me again, increasing the pace; harder and harder and harder. I bury my nails into Declan's back as I finally come hard, screaming my lungs out.Declan kisses my cheek and lets go of my thighs. He moves his hands up and kneads my breasts as Dion keeps moving his fingers in and out of me, helping me climb down my orgasmic high as gently as possible.“Want more?” Declan whispers in my ears, making me shiver pleasantly. I ought to say no. At least give myself a break from all that orgasmic highness. But I found myself nodding. Dion smiles at me, "that's my girl." He s
~Dion~I jolt awake as a loud shattering scream disrupts the silence in the room. Looking around quickly, I see Xyana clawing onto the bed sheets with Declan leaning over her, trying to calm her down.That makes me almost throw the blanket away while moving closer to her "Sunshine, what's wrong?" I ask her, trying to take her face into my hands but as soon as I touch her she screams louder, over and over again and with each scream, it goes louder than the previous one."What the fuck is wrong with her?" I ask Declan.He shakes his head, telling me he had no idea. I touch her arm and it chills and burns me at the same time while her breathing grows heavy and erratic.Panic spreads through every fiber in me, with pain and sheer agony squeezing around my heart as I look at my brother, clueless as to what to do. When he turns to meet my eyes, I realize that he's as worried as I am. "What should we do?""Xy-Sunshine," I tried to call her again, and I got another ear-piercing scream from h
~Declan~ Clifton clasps his teeth together, resulting in the tense tight muscle of his cheekbones. "Fucker." I hear him cuss as he turns to Gaston who is still standing with his hands now in his pants pocket. My eyes follow his length of stare and Declan does the same. No words were said between the two and I don't understand why they would be staring daggers at each other at such a crucial time. Unless Clifton is certain that Gaston knows he's lying and he's trying to make sure he doesn't tell on him. 'Of course, that's it.' Lying-scared-piece-of-shit. Gaston finally clears his throat, "Let's all try to calm down and think of Xyana," He says calmly. "You all will end up hurting her if you continue to fight." I clench my teeth as I watch Clifton caressing my mate who had almost screamed the roof down at my touch just a few seconds ago. "If I find out this has anything to do with either you or Amon, you wouldn't love my reaction." Declan warns in that calm, yet deadly tone. "And
~Xyana~I wake up feeling like my body has taken a much-needed rest. Every part of me, every joint, feels like it's enjoying its best days yet.After a few seconds or maybe more, I finally peel my eyes open. I'm still in Dion's room. And when I turn to the other side to check for the presence of any of my mates, the sweet scent of smoke and damp soil waps through my nose, invading my senses.'I must be dreaming.'Turning to face him, I feel his strong arms, I feel the strong taut muscles of his arm wrap around me. Clifton holds me in an embrace while still sleeping soundly. I rub my eyes, everything within me is telling me that I'm definitely dreaming. I wait a bit, hoping to wake up if I'm dreaming and hoping that he'll transform into Declan or Dion in case I'm imagining him.But nothing happens. 'He is really here, lying in my bed. What manner of miracle is this?'"Are you going to stare at me forever?" His deep and husky voice gets me to halt my movements. "You'll have to stop at
~Clifton~We all feel Gaston's rage as he pushes into his large office. He takes his time to sit and relax his back on his chair before breaking the icy silence in the room. "How is Xyana?" Is the first question that escapes his mouthWe've been waiting for him since we got to his office after he mind-linked us to come. None of us offers him a reply. He turns to Dion, exerting his Alpha command onto the weight of the question, knowing well enough that Dion wouldn't be able to fight off the pressure."How is your mate, Dion?""She's fine, Alpha." He replies, squaring his shoulders.Gaston picks up his phone and frowns. After a moment of staring at the screen, he cuts his incoming call and places the phone back on his table."At what point were either of you going to tell me what transpired between you and your mate? Did I have to hear about the things that happen in my pack house from someone else instead of my Beta, Gamma, and Warrior leader?"Everybody is looking dull and sad. Every
~Xyana~I can't believe Gaston and his brothers are discussing me. Not just that, they're accusing Gaston of being attracted to me! The man is just kind to me. Aside from the popular rumors about his pack, he hasn't shown or displayed any behavior that could get me worked up or scared for my life.He's been nothing but a great host and my biggest supporter since he brought me into his pack. Always chastising Clifton about the way he treats me.When I ran out of his office earlier, I was dumbfounded and at loss of where to go or what to do. So I headed straight to the park house playground, that was a few blocks away from his office.Oona is in school at this time of the day. So there's no possiblity that she would walk in on me looking utterly confused and distressed. Locating the empty swing, I settle down on one and push my body off the ground gently while my thoughts roam around everything I just heard.I'm interrupted by the sound of my name. Recognizing the voice immediately to
~Gaston~What am I doing? I'm failing my late parents. They entrusted my brothers under my care. And I'm trying to mess everything up. Clifton is catching up on it, and I know very well that all Declan needs is a little time to piece things together, and his suspicion will be full-blown. So much that he'll have lots of questions to ask. I'm supposed to keep the family together. That's my job. With Alpha Zegulf of the Crimson werewolf pack hellbent on wedging war against my pack, my brothers and I ought to be solid, and on the same page. Not divided and emotionally unstable. But here we are. And it's all my fault. I'm the reason we all seem to be drifting apart. All because of this stupid connection I feel towards my brothers' mate.I need help, I need to speak to someone, I need answers. And the only person that can offer me the help and answers I sought is Rhen. But I know I can't go to her. Of course, Callum can arrange a meeting with her since she's now hiding away in his pack
~Gaston~What am I doing? I'm failing my late parents. They entrusted my brothers under my care. And I'm trying to mess everything up. Clifton is catching up on it, and I know very well that all Declan needs is a little time to piece things together, and his suspicion will be full-blown. So much that he'll have lots of questions to ask. I'm supposed to keep the family together. That's my job. With Alpha Zegulf of the Crimson werewolf pack hellbent on wedging war against my pack, my brothers and I ought to be solid, and on the same page. Not divided and emotionally unstable. But here we are. And it's all my fault. I'm the reason we all seem to be drifting apart. All because of this stupid connection I feel towards my brothers' mate.I need help, I need to speak to someone, I need answers. And the only person that can offer me the help and answers I sought is Rhen. But I know I can't go to her. Of course, Callum can arrange a meeting with her since she's now hiding away in his pack
~Xyana~I can't believe Gaston and his brothers are discussing me. Not just that, they're accusing Gaston of being attracted to me! The man is just kind to me. Aside from the popular rumors about his pack, he hasn't shown or displayed any behavior that could get me worked up or scared for my life.He's been nothing but a great host and my biggest supporter since he brought me into his pack. Always chastising Clifton about the way he treats me.When I ran out of his office earlier, I was dumbfounded and at loss of where to go or what to do. So I headed straight to the park house playground, that was a few blocks away from his office.Oona is in school at this time of the day. So there's no possiblity that she would walk in on me looking utterly confused and distressed. Locating the empty swing, I settle down on one and push my body off the ground gently while my thoughts roam around everything I just heard.I'm interrupted by the sound of my name. Recognizing the voice immediately to
~Clifton~We all feel Gaston's rage as he pushes into his large office. He takes his time to sit and relax his back on his chair before breaking the icy silence in the room. "How is Xyana?" Is the first question that escapes his mouthWe've been waiting for him since we got to his office after he mind-linked us to come. None of us offers him a reply. He turns to Dion, exerting his Alpha command onto the weight of the question, knowing well enough that Dion wouldn't be able to fight off the pressure."How is your mate, Dion?""She's fine, Alpha." He replies, squaring his shoulders.Gaston picks up his phone and frowns. After a moment of staring at the screen, he cuts his incoming call and places the phone back on his table."At what point were either of you going to tell me what transpired between you and your mate? Did I have to hear about the things that happen in my pack house from someone else instead of my Beta, Gamma, and Warrior leader?"Everybody is looking dull and sad. Every
~Xyana~I wake up feeling like my body has taken a much-needed rest. Every part of me, every joint, feels like it's enjoying its best days yet.After a few seconds or maybe more, I finally peel my eyes open. I'm still in Dion's room. And when I turn to the other side to check for the presence of any of my mates, the sweet scent of smoke and damp soil waps through my nose, invading my senses.'I must be dreaming.'Turning to face him, I feel his strong arms, I feel the strong taut muscles of his arm wrap around me. Clifton holds me in an embrace while still sleeping soundly. I rub my eyes, everything within me is telling me that I'm definitely dreaming. I wait a bit, hoping to wake up if I'm dreaming and hoping that he'll transform into Declan or Dion in case I'm imagining him.But nothing happens. 'He is really here, lying in my bed. What manner of miracle is this?'"Are you going to stare at me forever?" His deep and husky voice gets me to halt my movements. "You'll have to stop at
~Declan~ Clifton clasps his teeth together, resulting in the tense tight muscle of his cheekbones. "Fucker." I hear him cuss as he turns to Gaston who is still standing with his hands now in his pants pocket. My eyes follow his length of stare and Declan does the same. No words were said between the two and I don't understand why they would be staring daggers at each other at such a crucial time. Unless Clifton is certain that Gaston knows he's lying and he's trying to make sure he doesn't tell on him. 'Of course, that's it.' Lying-scared-piece-of-shit. Gaston finally clears his throat, "Let's all try to calm down and think of Xyana," He says calmly. "You all will end up hurting her if you continue to fight." I clench my teeth as I watch Clifton caressing my mate who had almost screamed the roof down at my touch just a few seconds ago. "If I find out this has anything to do with either you or Amon, you wouldn't love my reaction." Declan warns in that calm, yet deadly tone. "And
~Dion~I jolt awake as a loud shattering scream disrupts the silence in the room. Looking around quickly, I see Xyana clawing onto the bed sheets with Declan leaning over her, trying to calm her down.That makes me almost throw the blanket away while moving closer to her "Sunshine, what's wrong?" I ask her, trying to take her face into my hands but as soon as I touch her she screams louder, over and over again and with each scream, it goes louder than the previous one."What the fuck is wrong with her?" I ask Declan.He shakes his head, telling me he had no idea. I touch her arm and it chills and burns me at the same time while her breathing grows heavy and erratic.Panic spreads through every fiber in me, with pain and sheer agony squeezing around my heart as I look at my brother, clueless as to what to do. When he turns to meet my eyes, I realize that he's as worried as I am. "What should we do?""Xy-Sunshine," I tried to call her again, and I got another ear-piercing scream from h
~Xyana~I guess Dion enjoys my reaction as he repeats it a few more times, and at the last one, he buries his fingers deeply inside of me, stroking my spot continuously. Just when I'm almost at the point of no return, he pulls his fingers out."No!" Dion, please. Give me a fucking orgasm. I need it!"The brothers chuckle. Declan, tames my hair, singing beautiful words of praise in my ears.Slowly Dion resumes fingerfucking me again, increasing the pace; harder and harder and harder. I bury my nails into Declan's back as I finally come hard, screaming my lungs out.Declan kisses my cheek and lets go of my thighs. He moves his hands up and kneads my breasts as Dion keeps moving his fingers in and out of me, helping me climb down my orgasmic high as gently as possible.“Want more?” Declan whispers in my ears, making me shiver pleasantly. I ought to say no. At least give myself a break from all that orgasmic highness. But I found myself nodding. Dion smiles at me, "that's my girl." He s
~Xyana~Swiping my tongue across my lips, I keep eye contact with Declan as he lets his fingers glide down my belly and into my panties.I open my mouth in a silent gasp as his fingers travel further down between my folds and he grins at me.My body hums to his touch. It is nothing like Clifton's touch; 'my imagination of Clifton's touch,' maybe. Because I'm yet to ascertain if he truly came to my room or if I was simply imagining things.Declan's touch is different, precise, reverent, appraising, and pure. My clit is already throbbing expectantly as he gently spreads my thigh and starts massaging it, making me moan. Holding on to his arm that I've fantasized about each time I see him, I throw my head back towards Dion's shoulder, and he offers me support with his bare chest while his arms wrap around my chest, pushing my shirt up and caressing my skin without paying explicit attention to any part, yet.Declan leans closer and increases the rhythm and pressure of his strokes, teasing
~Declan~We wait calmly for Xyana to wake up. None of us are in a hurry. We don't say a word to each other while we're seated waiting. But we all might as well be thinking the same thing.'Xyana cannot reject us.' We're too neck-deep into all of this to accept a rejection from her. All I've thought about the past week is marking and claiming her during the coming ceremony. Now all of that thought will have to be put on hold until we sort this out.Clifton has the details; all we need is to draft a well-thought-out plan, and whoever this bastard Kedar is, would disappear forever. I don't care if he's a cousin to the goddamn moon Goddess!Until then, we need Xyana to be on the same page with us. She stirs in her short slumber that was initiated by Clif. Gradually, her eyes come open, and they start making out the shapes in the room.When she sees the three of us seated at various angles, she sits up hurriedly. Slowly, I begin undressing. Her gaze moves over to me and she's staring like