Alpha Queen (Claimed by Wolves #4) - Callie Rose Page 0,70

a tangible thing.

I come hard, tightening around Trystan and Ridge and making them both curse softly as I squeeze them rhythmically. But they keep moving, fucking me harder and deeper until the wave of pleasure rises and crests again.

A muffled scream pours from my lips, which are wrapped around Dare’s cock, and maybe it’s the vibrations from the sound, or maybe it’s just the sight of his best friends driving into me, but he shudders and jerks, his hips thrusting forward.

I swallow as quickly as I can, lapping at him and running my tongue over his shaft as he spills his release. My other hand moves faster on Archer’s shaft, and when Ridge freezes behind me with a heavy grunt, I know he’s about to come too.

“Fuck. I can’t…” Trystan bares his teeth, gripping my hips as he grinds his hips against me. “Oh fuck.”

I feel him let go at almost the same moment Ridge does, and the two of them pulse inside me, making my body hum with pleasure. I glance up to find Archer’s face, and he laughs breathlessly, almost helplessly, as he rakes his gaze over all of us. Then he’s coming too, spurts of cum spilling from his cock and spattering over my chest and neck.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he tilts my head up a little and leans down to kiss me. When he breaks away, Trystan lifts his head to do the same. Ridge peppers kisses down my back as he slowly pulls out of me.

“That was incredible. You’re incredible,” he murmurs. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I whisper.

He draws away, and I miss the warmth of him at my back immediately. The mattress shifts, and as Dare and Archer help me maneuver my limp body off Trystan, Ridge returns with a small towel.

All four men help clean me up, not missing the chance to press their lips to my skin over and over as they do. Then Ridge tosses the rag away, pulling me toward him as he settles onto the mattress. “Come here.”

I nestle in against his side, and Dare presses in against my back, his arm around my waist. Trystan and Archer each have a hand on me, and Archer strokes my hair with gentle fingers. None of us speak, but we don’t need to. There are no words more powerful than the feelings that float between us. I’m surrounded on all sides, cocooned by my mates.

Content.

Happy.

My whole body feels quiet and warm, and I can ignore everything happening outside these walls for the moment. No matter what happens tomorrow, I can do this. We can do this.

I’m stronger than I ever thought I could be, and I’ve been loved more thoroughly and deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

I’ll never regret a minute of it.

26

Dare

I’m awake on watch the next morning before the sun has risen, and I swear I can feel an electric current buzzing in the air.

Sable and the other guys are still sound asleep, each of them sprawled out around me, breathing deep and even. She’s a tangle of limbs and soft breaths against my side, my gorgeous fucking ray of moonlight. But beyond the silence and comfort of this bed, I can sense that the village is already up and moving. Preparations are underway for what’s about to come.

There’s a strange feeling churning inside me. I want to stay here. I want to close my eyes and go to sleep where it’s warm and life is easy. But another part of me is raring to go. I could bound out of this bed in a heartbeat and race wildly into the vast unknown, ready to draw blood.

It’s useless to try to fight the inevitable march of time. And our time has come. That low level hum of activity, that sense of anticipation and fear on the air? It speaks to my wolf and tells me to get ready.

This is it. This is the day we either make shifter history—or we die.

On the other side of Sable, Ridge stirs and stretches, then glances over to find me staring at him. He sniffs the air, and I can tell he’s sensing that same haze of anticipation coming from the village. He reaches out to prod Archer awake with his foot. I follow suit and nudge Trystan with my elbow.

It’s go time.

I don’t bother with dressing fully. A pair of jersey basketball shorts that hang low on my hips, and I’m ready to go.