Page 155 of Syndicate Fists

Nova moaned, her hands digging into his hair as she bent back and nibbled on his ear. I backed down, knowing that she wanted to please him, too. He flung her onto the bed, and her back bounced once before he seized her leg and yanked her over to him, putting both legs over his shoulders.

“Make me come.” His voice was rougher than I’d ever heard it before. “Command me to come for you.”

He thrust back into her ass, the force bowing her spine, stretching her wide. Her hands went to his chest, and her fingers flexed before her nails lengthened into sharp points that pierced his skin, drawing thin lines of blood that trickled down his pecs in crimson rivulets.

Her gaze locked on his, eyes blazing with feral hunger, lips curling back in a snarl. "Fuck my ass, Conrad," she demanded, voice laced with command. "Don't stop until I say."

Conrad's moan tore from his throat, raw and strained, like each breath was scraped against broken glass. His gaze locked on hers, unblinking, as he hooked his arms under her knees and shoved her legs flat against the mattress, pinning her body beneath his. His hips snapped forward, cock plunging into her ass with relentless fury, skin slapping against skin in a frantic rhythm that shook the bedframe.

Sweat slicked his brow, muscles bulging in his neck as he ground out, “P-please. Nova.” The choked words pushed past his lips, desperate and fractured.

Her fingers went up to his neck and tightened. Her nails bit deeper into his flesh, squeezing until his chest stilled, no air rasping in or out. Still, his thrusts didn't falter—hips buckingwildly, cock stretching her wide, even as his eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back, whites flashing in the dim light.

“Come, Conrad,” she rasped, her voice like a cracked whip. “Fill me up until I can’t breathe.”

A guttural roar ripped from him once his cock was fully seated inside her. His hands clamped down on her thighs, fingers digging bruises into her skin. They began blooming purple under the pressure while he did just what she said and filled her until her breath stopped.

Giving them their moment, I slipped into the bathroom, twisting the faucet until steam rose as the tub filled up. I scanned the bundle of herbs I’d been collecting from the forest on the counter and plucked out the witch hazel sprigs, crushing them between my fingers before sprinkling the leaves into the water. The sharp, clean scent cut through the humid air, promising relief for her aching body.

I returned to the room to find her yanking Conrad down by the throat, smashing her lips against his in a fierce, devouring kiss. Tongues tangled, breath mingling until her strength ebbed, and she sagged back onto the sheets, limbs heavy and limp.

Conrad's mouth trailed feather-light kisses along her arm, from wrist to elbow, drawing soft, breathy whimpers from her, tiny sounds like contented purrs. Her eyelids stayed sealed, chest rising and falling in shallow waves, every muscle slackened to exhaustion. As her head lolled to the side, I smiled at the others and nodded.Job well done, mate-brothers.

I tapped Conrad's shoulder. A low snarl curled his lip, fangs peeking out, until recognition dawned in his eyes. They darted to the bathroom door, then back, and the fog cleared. He dippedhis head in a sharp nod, releasing her with reluctant, shaky hands.

Gathering her into my arms and cradling her against my chest, I carried her to the tub and lowered her into the warm water inch by inch. As I watched the water lap at her skin, soothing the red welts and tender spots, my soul settled in contentment.

I moved my hands with care, lathering soap over her whole body, rinsing away the stickiness of sweat and cum. Her lashes fluttered now and then, eyes cracking open to meet mine. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice a sleepy thread, before her head lolled to the side, and she sank deeper into the heat of the tub.

“Come,” I whispered, “before you get all pruny.”

She turned her head toward me, blinking slowly in recognition, and managed to lift one arm to loop around my neck so I could get her out of the tub. Taking my time, I dried her off and slipped a robe onto her arms, tying it loose around her waist. My fingers combed through her damp hair, parting it into sections to weave a simple braid down her back, keeping the strands from knotting in her sleep.

This right here, taking care of her, seeing to her, made my chest light and my soul sing. I gently let her feel how incredibly happy I was in this moment, and she leaned back, letting me wrap my arms around her and just hold her.

“I love you, Nova. My mate. My everything.” Kissing her damp hair, I tightened my arms around her, giving her my heart. “I promise to be a good mate, from now until forever. You’ll never be left wanting. You’ll never feel alone. We’re here for you and only you.”

Turning her head, her lips found mine in such a sweet, soft kiss that I almost fell to the ground, wanting to be on my knees before my warrior goddess.

“I love you, Deslen. Your quick and fierce devotion might’ve scared me at first, but I see now that I need your soft strength more than ever.” She cupped my cheek, pushing her love and appreciation into the bond. “Thank you for finding me.”

I sat there for a second, holding her in my arms, memorizing the way she felt against me. The way she smelled, the soft, even rhythm of her breathing. How her body surrendered to me. This was what heaven felt like.

Knowing that I needed to share this moment with my mate-brothers, I picked her up and took her back into the room, lowering her onto the mattress with care.

The rest of her mates, freshly showered and wearing loose pants, clustered around her. They propped her up gently, pressing bites of meat to her lips, tipping a glass of water so she could sip. Hands brushed her cheeks while lips grazed her forehead, temple, and jaw, each man taking his moment to lean closer and whisper words of devotion and love to her.

My mouth curved as a quiet warmth bloomed in my chest at the thought of my grandmother. I had felt like she abandoned me by kicking me out of my home, but, standing here now, I knew she did me the biggest blessing of my life by forcing me out of Faerie. I sent out a silent thank you and I love you to her, hoping she was doing well.

Nova was nestled atop Zeth's chest, body curling into his warmth, while Conrad stretched out on her right, his arm draping her waist. Nick mirrored him on her left, fingers tracingidle patterns on her hip. I let the towel I was wearing fall off as I shifted. Bones cracked and fur rippled along my body as my jaguar emerged. Padding up onto the bed, I curled around her feet, chasing away the chill from her toes. No part of my mate should be cold, not when she had her mates surrounding her.

Murmuring in her sleep, she said, “In the morning, I’m going to tell the whole clan that you four are my mates, and if they have anything bad to say to me or you, I’m just going to fucking kill them. I deserve to be happy.”

Zeth's eyes softened, a grin splitting his face as he pressed his lips to her crown. “Yeah, you do, Nov. You deserve that and so much more.”

The words hung in the air, solid as stone. Whatever storms brewed ahead of us, we'd weather them together. We had her, and she had us. Whoever thought they could cross her wouldn't live past her Syndicate fists.

Continue the story in Syndicate Prince….

* Better by Khalid