using his name like a command.
I looked over to see Seth take his place on my other side, mirroring Lane. Then he caught my wrist, guiding my hand over my head. Lane did the same with the other just as Ian placed himself between my knees. Both of their hands were tight enough to make it clear that I couldn't pull away, but I didn't want to.
"Tell me you've had too much," Ian taunted as he leaned closer.
I lifted my chin, daring him to kiss me after I'd just sucked Seth off. "Not even close."
His mouth crashed down on mine, and his tongue followed. Ian kissed me hard, but I couldn't reach for him. Lane and Seth held me pinned, spread for my alpha's pleasure. I didn't even care that my pussy was still throbbing from Lane's amazing abuse. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and it turned me on in ways I'd never imagined.
Without lifting his lips, Ian lined himself up and then thrust, entering me hard and fast. My legs locked around his hips, but that was what made him pull back. One of his hands grabbed my thigh. The other dropped to my hip even as he raised up on his knees, lifting my ass completely off the bed. Yet Seth and Lane kept me from moving, from holding on, or anything else.
And then he began to rock into me. Each thrust was hard and definitive, pounding into me in the best way. I wanted it hard. I needed it to be intense, but I didn't expect the other two men to lean closer and take what they could. Seth's lips found my breast. Lane's claimed my mouth. Each of them took what they wanted, teasing me, tormenting me with pleasure even while I was unable to do anything about it except moan.
Then Lane reached down, pushing his finger between my folds, not caring about Ian's body still driving me higher. His middle finger pressed my clit hard, then circled it. My back arched and I cried out, but they still held me there. Every flick felt like more than I could take. Each rub heightened Ian's thrusts, and I couldn't even find words to let them know how good it was.
All I could do was moan and gasp. Strangled sounds came from my throat even as my hips bucked, demanding more, warning them that I wouldn't last. I'd already come twice. My skin felt like it was on fire. Seth's tongue flicked over my nipples, sending sparks down my nerves that were amazing. Sweat slicked my skin, but I didn't care.
These were my men. Mine. They might say I was theirs, but they were wrong. This was them all pleasing me. Working together to make me feel so good. It was their promise to me, and I believed them. My wolves would take care of me, each in their own way, but together we were so much more. Together, we were so very perfect.
I screamed as I lost control, feeling my core gripping Ian as hard as I could. He grunted, dragging the sound out, but he wouldn't stop thrusting, riding the waves of my orgasm. My clit throbbed beneath Lane's hand, but he didn't stop, teasing me, prolonging the pleasure, and Seth leaned in to kiss the side of my neck. Then I felt his teeth, pinching me just hard enough to leave a mark, and I stopped caring about anything else.
I was theirs. They were mine. This was everything, and soon enough, I'd never have to worry about losing them, not being good enough, or anything else.
Then, together, we all crashed back onto the mattress, completely spent. Sucking in long breaths, Ian leaned closer to brush his lips across mine once. Then a second time before he withdrew, only to press his face against my sternum and try to catch his breath.
"Does your arm feel better now?" he asked.
All I could do was giggle. "Yes," I finally managed, panting almost as hard as he was. "I think all of me feels perfect right now."
CHAPTER 55
When I woke up, the house was too quiet. There was something about the way it creaked that said it was empty, but I didn't think much of it. Last night, Lane had planned to bite Elena. Seth had been worried about it, a little more tense than usual, so he'd probably snuck over there to check on her. But when I passed Ian's room to find the door