Page 69 of Rising Reign

Ender thrust into me, not gently, but in a way that said he trusted that I could handle all his power, all that was him. My mouth fell open as my eyelids fluttered at the stretch, the pressure, the hint of pain.

“Don’t close your eyes. Don’t let me lose you. I need to see. All of you.” Alpha vibes bled into Ender’s voice, showing me just how strong he truly was, all he held back from most of the world.

My eyes flew open, and I didn’t lose the gold this time.

“Brother,” Ender growled. And then I felt Brix at my backside, easing into me with tiny thrusts.

“Fucking hell,” Brix uttered, his words strangled. “Push back, Wren.”

“Let him in, Birdie,” Puck coached. “So beautiful. Taking them both. Taking what only they can give you.”

And he was right. Because of what they’d endured together, there was a special bond between them. And I knew Ender wouldn’t have survived all these years without Brix. But it was more. It was just one more example of how we all made each other better and fit together in ways the universe had destined.

So, I let them in. Both at once, in a cadence that was only theirs. Joined by men who strung every nerve ending in me higher. Locke’s teeth grazed my nipple as King nipped at my neck. Puck sucked a bud deep, and King’s finger played with my clit.

Ender powered into me on thrusts that had my back bowing and claws lengthening. And Brix answered every charge with one of his own.

“Mark me,” Ender snarled. “Show the world I’m yours.”

My claws raked down his chest, blood blooming in a way I knew meant he’d carry the scars forever. But the flash of pain, of claiming, only spurred him on. Ender’s thrusts picked up speed and power, Brix’s following in answer.

My inner walls fluttered around them both, pulsing in waves that meant I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

The gold in Ender’s eyes flashed harder. “Now!” he barked.

My fangs pressed through my gums as my head shot forward, and I bit down on Ender’s neck. His fangs clamped down on a spot just above my heart. The bond didn’t spark this time. It blazed. I wasn’t sure whether it was because we’d held back for so long or because he was my final mate.

But I was wholly engulfed in a blaze of pleasure and need. Ender took me with a fervor I’d never felt before. The lights flickered above and then burst, sending glass and sparks shattering around the room. But none of us cared. I only felt teeth and tongues and desperate need.

We took and gave, losing ourselves in all that was us. Until my body finally gave out altogether and I collapsed onto Ender. But I did it knowing he’d always be there to catch me. They all would.

41

WREN

I blinked against the light as it filtered in through gauzy window coverings. But I didn’t recognize them. What I did recognize was the scent. It wrapped around me in the most comforting embrace, just like the arms that echoed the sentiment.

Ender’s lips brushed my shoulder. “How do you feel, mate?”

I smiled so widely it almost hurt. “Amazing. But don’t let that go to your head.”

He chuckled, rolling me to face him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” My fingers traced the mark that now rested on Ender’s neck. An arrow straight through a heart, realistic but somehow not grotesque. “It’s perfect,” I whispered.

He shivered in pleasure. “Careful, Kitten. You keep doing that, and we won’t leave this bed for hours, and I have a feeling you’ll want to see Franco now that he’s free.”

I jerked upright. “He is? Hera’s spell worked?”

Ender’s gaze dropped to my bare chest, staying there. He didn’t answer.

I lifted the sheet to cover myself. “Cat Daddy?”

His lips twitched. “Sorry. You’re too beautiful for your own good.”

My mouth curved. “Franco…”

“King says he’s good. Tired, but recovering. No signs of the dark magic. But we’ll need you to interact with him to test it.” Tension wound around each word, and I knew Ender wasn’t crazy about the idea.