Chapter 49

Jin cleared our plates with swift efficiency, his eyes locked on mine with a burning intensity that left no room for second thoughts. He picked me up from his lap with an ease that belied his strength, his hands firm yet gentle on my body. The cool wooden surface of the table met my back with a sudden chill that had me arching, the contrast making my skin pebble with goosebumps. I was placed on the table, feeling more exposed than ever beneath the hungry gazes of my alphas.

Jin’s chair scraped against the floor as he positioned himself between my spread legs. The sound seemed overly loud in the quiet of the kitchen, punctuated only by our shared heavy breaths. My cheeks flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and arousal as Jin lifted my feet and rested them on the armrests of his chair. The new angle caused me to shift and a spark of pleasure zipped up my spine at the added leverage.

In one swift motion, Jin pulled me toward him, his hands on my hips, until the very edge of the table pressed into my ass, my center on full display. He didn’t waste a moment, bunching Harlen’s oversized shirt around my waist, exposing me entirely to the heated gazes of the others. Jin’s eyes darkened to almost black as he drank in the sight of me like this, slick glistening on my folds, an unmistakable beacon of my need.

Then, with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the almost feral desire etched on his face, Jin leaned in and pressed the softest of kisses to the inside of my thigh, his breath tickling my sensitive skin. My muscles quivered in anticipation, the promise of what was to come a delicious torment. He worked his way up to my center with painstaking slowness, each kiss leaving a scorching trail of sensation in its wake.

When his mouth finally closed over my sex, I couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped past my lips, nor the way my hips bucked against his face. Jin’s hands were like iron, holding me in place, his fingers digging into the soft swell of my hips with bruising intensity. He lapped at my slit with a skilled fervor that had me seeing stars, his tongue delving inside me, tasting the depth of my arousal, before circling back to tease my throbbing clit.

Axel chuckled deeply, the sound rich and full of filthy promise. “Fuck, Darcy,” he drawled, his words setting my skin aflame, “watching Jin devour your pretty cunt is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His approval sent a thrill of pride through me, amplifying the sensations that Jin’s mouth elicited with every sweep of his tongue. “You’re doing so good, letting us watch you fall apart. Gods, you’re a vision like this – slick and wanting, making those sweet sounds just for us.”

Each dirty word out of Axel’s mouth pulled me further under Jin’s spell. My core tightened as Jin expertly coaxed my body closer and closer to the edge. The slick sounds of his worship at my altar blended with my ragged breaths, the moans and whimpers that escaped me becoming increasingly desperate. My eyes flickered open just in time to catch Axel palming his impressive erection through his jeans, watching us with rapt attention, his usually cool gaze now molten with arousal.

Pietro now stood next to Axel, leaning against the counter with a quiet intensity. His large hand stroked along his length, a steady rhythm that matched the tempo of Jin’s tongue against my sex. The way he watched, almost predatory in his silent appraisal, only heightened my desire to be claimed to belong to these fierce, wonderful men.

Across the table, Harlen mirrored Pietro, his hazel eyes a stormy sea of longing as he took in the spectacle of me losing control under Jin’s careful ministrations. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he fisted his cock with deliberate, measured strokes that spoke of a self-control I yearned to shatter.

Jin pulled back suddenly, his chin glistening with evidence of my arousal. His thumbs parted my lips, exposing my most intimate parts to their devouring gazes as he blew a stream of cool air against my engorged clit, the sensation sending a shudder through me. He smirked at the sharp cry of frustration I couldn’t hold back, knowing exactly how much I needed him to end this sweet torment.

And then he dove back in, tongue lashing at my core with renewed vigor, his focus zeroing in on that swollen bundle of nerves that demanded his attention. The abrupt change in sensation was almost too much, pushing me over the precipice so suddenly that I couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of ecstasy that engulfed me.

“Jin! Oh Gods, don’t stop!” My cries filled the room as I thrashed under the force of my release, every muscle in my body tense and quivering, my vision nothing but brilliant sparks of pleasure against a backdrop of utter darkness. The alphas’ voices faded into the background, a distant murmur that seemed almost otherworldly.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, Jin slowed his movements, lapping gently at my oversensitive flesh until my body finally settled, spent and sated. His eyes met mine as he withdrew, the tender look in their depths making my breath catch anew. I watched as he brought his fingers, still slick with my arousal, to his lips and sucked them clean, his eyes fluttering shut in unabashed satisfaction. The sight was so erotic, so unexpectedly primal, that it threatened to reignite the smoldering embers within me.

I laid there, my body a trembling mass of nerve endings still sparking with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and I felt the warmth of my own slick between my thighs. Jin’s worship at my core had left me feeling raw and exposed, yet utterly cherished. The heat of their gazes upon my most intimate parts was both mortifying and exhilarating.

Axel’s deep voice broke the silence, his words sending a fresh wave of heat to my already flushed cheeks. “I think I’ve found a new favorite breakfast,” he teased, his eyes locked on the sight of me spread out on the table, my sex still pulsing from Jin’s relentless assault. “If this is what’s on the menu, count me in for every morning from now on.”

My embarrassment flared anew at his words, the blush creeping down my neck and chest. I instinctively moved to cover my face with my arm, seeking a moment of respite from their intense stares. But before I could hide, Harlen was there, his fingers wrapping firmly around my wrist, halting my retreat.

I looked up at him, startled by the sudden contact, my breath hitching as our eyes met. Harlen’s pupils were blown wide with lust, the hazel of his eyes nearly swallowed by the dark pools of desire. He bent down, his intention clear, and my lips parted in anticipation of the kiss I knew was coming.

His lips crashed against mine in a kiss that was both a claim and a reverence. Harlen’s mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping against mine in a passionate dance that left me breathless and aching for more. The taste of him, a heady mix of oak and hazelnut, was intoxicating, and I found myself kissing him back with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in the short strands of his dark hair.

The sensation of Jin’s mouth returning to my pussy was almost too much to bear. The soft suction of his lips on my clit, combined with the skilled strokes of his tongue, sent me spiraling back toward the edge of ecstasy with frightening speed. My hips jerked involuntarily, pressing shamelessly against Jin’s face as I chased the euphoric high that only they could give me.

Harlen’s kiss deepened, his hand moving to cradle my face, his thumb stroking my cheek in a gentle caress that was at odds with the fierce possession of his mouth. I moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled by his lips, my body writhing on the table as Jin’s relentless ministrations pushed me closer and closer to the brink.

The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by these men was overwhelming, yet it was a feeling I had come to crave. With each touch, each kiss, they were searing their mark upon my soul, binding me to them with invisible threads of desire and affection.

As Harlen finally pulled away, his lips swollen from our kiss, I found myself gasping for air, my chest heaving with the force of my pounding heart. Jin lifted his head to check in with me, his eyes dark with need as he gazed up at me, his chin and nose glistening with my slick.

I nodded to Jin, my chest heaving as I lay exposed on the table. Desperation clawed at me, my core throbbing with an ache that only release could soothe. I bit my lip, the sharp sting a futile attempt to keep from making noise, from revealing just how wanton their attentions made me feel.

But Jin, ever perceptive of my needs and boundaries, wouldn’t allow me to retreat into myself. His hand climbed up my body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until he reached my face. With a gentle yet firm touch, he hooked his fingers behind my lower teeth and pulled my mouth open, forcing me to release the abused flesh of my lip from between my clenched teeth.

“Let us hear you, love,” Jin murmured, the endearment washing over me like a warm summer breeze. His eyes held mine, a silent command to embrace the vulnerability of this moment, to surrender to the pleasure they were so eager to give me.

Harlen, always the one to take charge, moved with a quiet authority that made my breath catch in my throat. He pressed both of my wrists to the table by my head, the weight of his hands pinning me in place. The dominant gesture sent a shudder of desire coursing through my veins, lighting up every nerve ending in my body.

“Stay still,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within his chest. “And don’t you dare hold back. We want to hear every sound, every whimper, every moan that comes from that beautiful mouth of yours.”

The command in his tone left no room for disobedience, and my body responded instinctively, my hips bucking upward as Jin’s mouth returned to my aching sex. His tongue lashed against my clit with expert precision, each stroke stoking the flames of my desire higher and higher.

Pietro, who had been watching the scene unfold with an intensity that took my breath away, finally joined in. He positioned himself at my side, his large hands pushing Harlen’s shirt up my chest to expose the rest of my body to the cool kitchen air before cupping my breast, his fingers rolling my hardened nipple between them. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot straight to my core.

And then his mouth was on me, his lips closing around my nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud in time with Jin’s ministrations between my legs. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, a sensory overload that had me teetering on the edge of oblivion.

With my senses heightened by their combined attention, my control shattered into a thousand pieces. I detonated against Jin’s face, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane. My body bowed off the table, my wrists straining against Harlen’s hold as I rode the waves of ecstasy that threatened to consume me whole.

My cries of pleasure echoed off the kitchen walls, the sounds raw and unrestrained as I gave myself over to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. Jin’s mouth stayed on me, lapping up my slick as I shuddered and trembled beneath him, drawing out my release until I was boneless and spent.

As the intensity of my orgasm began to wane, I lay there, my chest heaving, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Jin finally lifted his head, his lips glistening with the evidence of my pleasure, a look of pure male satisfaction etched across his handsome features.

Harlen released my wrists, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of my inner arms in a soothing gesture that belied the firmness of his grip just moments before.

After that earth-shattering orgasm, I was left feeling like a boneless, sated puddle of contentment. Pietro gave me one last nip on my sensitive flesh, the sharp sting making me gasp, before he carefully righted me back up to sit on the edge of the table. My body was still trembling from the aftershocks, every nerve ending buzzing with the remnants of pleasure.

With gentle hands, Pietro adjusted Harlen’s shirt over my exposed body, the fabric falling into place to cover me once again. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at the thought, my fingers clutching the hem of the shirt self-consciously.

Once I was decent, Jin was immediately there, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me back into his lap. I couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of contentment as I settled against him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing presence beneath my ear. His fingers trailed up and down my arm in a tender caress, the affectionate gesture making me feel cherished and adored.

A low growl rumbled through the kitchen, drawing my attention to Axel, who was watching us with a playful glint in his eyes. “Mine!” he declared teasingly in response to what Jin did earlier, the sound of his deep voice sending a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

Before I could protest, Axel had scooped me up from Jin’s lap and settled me back in his own, nestling me securely against his chest. I could feel the rumble of his chuckle vibrating through me as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, his arms holding me close.

I leaned into him, my fingers tracing the intricate lines of the wolf tattoo on his shoulder, the ink seeming to come alive under my touch. I felt safe and protected in his embrace, the world around us fading into insignificance as I lost myself in the comforting scent of his leather jacket and the steady beat of his heart.

Jin didn’t seem to mind Axel’s playful claim, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched us. His eyes held a warmth that made my own heart flutter with affection, the bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

Pietro moved to sit beside Axel, his large hand coming to rest on my knee in a possessive yet gentle grip. I glanced up at him, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the raw desire still smoldering in his dark eyes. There was a promise there, a silent vow that he would always be there to protect me and care for me, no matter what.

And then there was Harlen, leaning casually against the kitchen table, his hazel eyes watched me with an intensity that made my pulse race. Despite the casual pose, there was a coiled energy about him, a quiet strength that spoke of his unwavering loyalty to our budding pack.

I felt a sense of belonging wash over me as I sat there, surrounded by the men who had come to mean everything to me. They had each claimed a piece of my heart, their love and devotion a constant source of wonder and amazement.