To be read after Chapter Sixty-one, before Chapter Sixty-two
They had just finished clasping the mating gift around her neck. Her hands trembled as the cool metal settled against her skin, the faint lilac glow still pulsing. Emotion rose too fast, too sharp, clogging her throat until words were impossible.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Alastair said softly, reverently, as if afraid the moment might shatter.
“Yes you do, babe,” Lennox added, his voice rough, eyes bright.
Kat swallowed and nodded, blinking hard.
“Come on,” Kael said gently, stepping closer and offering her his hand. “Let’s show you the house.”
She nodded again, because speech felt impossible right now.
Marek slipped an arm around her waist, grounding and warm, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her hip. “Kitten… thank you. For accepting us. For accepting our bond.” His voice broke just a little. “You just made us the happiest males alive.”
She leaned into him and kissed his shoulder in reply, letting that be her answer.
They retraced their steps to the glowing green path, then turned down a smaller, hidden trail that wound through the trees. The night was quiet here, the air sweet with flowers and salt and something ancient. After a few minutes, the trees opened… and Kat stopped dead in her tracks.
She gasped.
The house stood before her like something pulled straight from a dream. Not as massive as the estate, but undeniably a home. Three stories, stone softened by creeping vines and flowering hedges. Warm light glowed behind tall windows. A balcony curved along the second floor, railings wrapped in ivy, as if the forest itself had decided to protect it.
She stared, chest tight.
“It’s…” Her voice came out as a whisper. “It’s so beautiful.”
“We’re glad you like it,” Ezekiel said, watching her with quiet intensity.
“Like it?” Kat laughed breathlessly, turning toward them, tears shining in her eyes. “Like it? Gods, I love it. I can’t believe you did this for me,” she said softly.
“We’d do anything for you, baby,” Kael replied without hesitation.
Lennox took her hand then and led her inside.
She wanted to explore, wanted to see every room, every detail, but she couldn’t focus. All she could feel was them. Their presence. Their bond wrapping around her like a living thing.
She turned. They were all there. All five of her mates, standing in a loose circle, just… looking at her. As if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Something bold and sure settled in her chest. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her and found the zipper of her lilac dress.
The soft sound of fabric sliding free filled the room as it fell to the floor.
Silence. Absolute, stunned silence. Their reactions were instant, and devastating.
“Gods, Sweetheart,” Alastair breathed, frozen. “You’re not—”
She laughed lightly. “No. I couldn’t wear anything underneath. It would’ve shown.”
Alastair looked like his mind had short-circuited entirely. Marek dragged his tongue slowly over his lower lip, pupils blown wide. Ezekiel looked wrecked, utterly undone, like he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Kael stood rigid, chest rising sharply, eyes dark and feral. And Lennox... Lennox’s eyes flashed a bright, dangerous green, his wolf pressing hard beneath his skin.
Kat laughed again, heart racing, warmth pooling low in her belly.
“Come here, mates,” she said softly. “Make me fully yours.”
The answering growl was unanimous.
“It’s our pleasure, Kitten,” Marek murmured as he stepped forward.... and kissed her, deep and sure, the bond flaring bright as the world narrowed to heat, devotion, and love.
Marek claimed her mouth in a deep, reverent kiss, his lips firm yet tender, tongue sweeping in to taste her sweetness as if savoring a sacred vow. The foyer air thickens with their shared heat, then Lennox is there, materializing behind her like a shadow of possessive hunger, his large, calloused hands wrapping around her bare hips, palms scorching hot against her flushed skin.
He presses his body flush to hers, lips grazing her shoulder in soft, open-mouthed kisses that trail up to the sensitive curve of her neck, teeth nipping lightly, drawing shivers that ripple through her core. Marek deepens the kiss, guiding her backward with gentle insistence, their steps veering off into a side room just beyond the foyer.
The space glows with low, intimate light: silk curtains in deep crimson and gold draping the walls like whispered secrets, soft cushions and plush rugs in warm earth tones inviting surrender. At the center sits a long, flat couch, wide enough for all of them, piled with silken throws.
Marek eases her down onto it reverently, her naked body sinking into the luxurious fabric as hands, so many hands, begin their worship. Fingers trail feather-light over her arms, thighs, breasts, belly; palms cup and knead, thumbs circling nipples into stiff peaks.
"Gods," she gasps, arching into the onslaught, every nerve alight.
Ezekiel drops to his knees at the foot of the couch, in a reverent motion, parting her thighs wide with trembling hands. His eyes drink her in, glistening folds swollen with need, before he leans in, tongue flattening to lick a slow, worshipful path from entrance to clit.
"Gods, you taste so sweet," he murmurs against her, voice muffled with heat, delving deeper to circle her clit with filthy precision while sucking gently.
Marek captures her lips again, kissing her slow and deep, swallowing her moans. Lennox kneels above her head, his mouth latching onto her neck, licking broad stripes, biting just hard enough to mark without breaking skin, his growls vibrating through her.
Kael claims her left breast, mouth sealing over the nipple with a grunt as warm milk floods his tongue, so sweet; he suckles greedily, hand kneading the underside. Alastair mirrors him on her right, drawing forth her essence with equal hunger, eyes locked on hers in adoration.
"Gods," she whimpers again, lost in the symphony of mouths and hands.
Marek pulls back just enough to whisper against her lips, eyes dark with love. "You're going to come for Ezek, aren't you, Kitten? You’re doing so good, baby... give him your first one of the night."
She nods frantically, and within minutes, Ezekiel's tongue, flicking, sucking, probing, hurtles her over the edge. Her orgasm blooms slowly and earth-shattering, thighs quaking around his head as she cries out, flooding his mouth with her release. He laps it all, humming praises.
As she floats back to earth, Lennox's voice rumbles low, possessive. "Baby," he murmurs, nuzzling her neck, "can my wolf mark you... please?"
"Uh?" she breathes, dazed. "What does that mean?"
"He's very possessive," Lennox explains, tongue tracing where her shoulder meets her neck, sending sparks down her spine. "In my faction, you mark your mate right here, to show the world you're mine. It's independent of the bond mark... basically another way to claim you. Every supernatural will know, smell it on you."
"Mmm, yes." she moans, tilting her head to bare the spot. "Will it hurt?" she asks softly.
"No, baby, it should feel euphoric. But I need to be in you for that."
"Oh... okay, yes, of course."
They move like a well-orchestrated ritual: Lennox stretches out on the couch, cock thick and rigid. Kael lifts her effortlessly, positioning her above Lennox; and she sinks down slowly, both groaning as her heat engulfs him inch by inch, stretching her perfectly.
"Sweetheart," Alastair purrs, pulling back from her nipple, "Marek's demon and Kael's dragon would also like to mark you, if you're okay with that."
"I'm okay with that." she gasps between moans, already rocking on Lennox's length, grinding her clit against his base.
Alastair returns to her breast, sucking deeply, while Kael shifts behind her, fingers slick with oil from a nearby vial, prepping her with reverent strokes: one finger, then two, scissoring gently until she's begging. Ezekiel takes her other breast, tongue swirling around one nipple before biting softly, teeth grazing just right; both he and Alastair are pleasuring themselves now, stroking in time with her rhythm, pre-cum already leaking.
Between moans, she asks breathlessly, "What about you and Ezek? Do angels or fae not mark their mate?"
Ezekiel lifts his head, eyes shining. "We do, darling... We infuse our magic in our mates, but it’s not done during mating. We can both mark you tomorrow… but you’re still ours tonight, isn’t that right? “ His fingers find her clit, rubbing lazy, perfect circles that make her sob with pleasure.
"Gods, yes, I'm yours," she cries. "All of yours."
Kael presses in from behind, his cock breaching her with care, slow until he's seated deep. Both he and Lennox groan like dying men, the dual fullness making her feel gloriously claimed. Marek steps up to her face, stroking her cheek. "Kitten... will you open up for me?"
She parts her lips eagerly, taking his thick length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum before swallowing him deep, throat relaxing to take every inch. He growls low, hand gentle in her hair. "Gods, Kitten... fuck. That mouth of yours is pure sin."
The pace builds reverently savage: Lennox thrusting up into her pussy with deep, grinding rolls; Kael matching from behind, cocks dragging against each other through her thin walls; her mouth working Marek with twisting sucks and hums; Alastair and Ezekiel lavishing her breasts, fingers on her clit and everywhere sensitive. Praises flowed around her..."So beautiful taking us, love," "Fuck, squeeze us like that," "Good girl, come again"…, until her second orgasm crashes, body convulsing, milking them both as she keens around Marek's cock.
They don't stop, drawing out her pleasure until the third builds like a storm. Kael and Lennox lean in unison, lips brushing her neck, teeth elongating as their beasts rise.
"Now," Lennox growls, and they sink fangs into her shoulder-neck juncture. Euphoria explodes... no pain, just white-hot bliss amplifying every thrust, every suck. Her eyes roll back, vision starring, as she comes harder than ever, around Lennox and Kael.
Marek follows, growling her name as he spills thick ropes down her throat; she swallows greedily, savoring him. Alastair and Ezekiel groan in tandem, fisting faster, hot cum painting her stomach in reverent stripes, marking her further.
They pull out slowly, reverently, kisses trailing every inch of withdrawal, hands soothing. They flipped her gently then, onto her back amid the mess, she sighs, boneless. "Gods... that was unbelievable."
"It's not over yet, Kitten," Marek murmurs, eyes glowing faintly demonic. "Can I mark you?"
"Oh yes, please."
He circles the couch like a predator in love, settling between her spread thighs. Parting them wide, he licks a slow, filthy stripe from her ass to clit, savoring their mingled cum. "Oh gods," she jolts, oversensitive, hips bucking.
Marek chuckles lightly, dark and fond, sliding one finger into her soaked pussy, pumping slow, curling to hit that spot. His gaze locks on her inner thigh; she looks down, heart pounding as his horns elongate, curling elegantly, teeth sharpening to fangs. She braces, but pain never comes, only molten pleasure as he sinks them in, sucking deep. The bond ignites; and she squirts all over his face, thighs quaking, a gush of ecstasy.
All five men groan in unison: "Fuckkk" voices wrecked with awe.
Kael rasps, "That was so hot... fuck."
Marek pulls back, licking his lips, fangs retracting. "Kitten?"
"Yes?" she pants, floating.
"Want to take a nap?"
The others exchange furrowed glances, brows knitting.
"Gods, now?" She laughs, breathy and joyful.
"It helps the connection between us." Marek states ruefully.
Ezekiel tilts his head. "What does?"
Alastair smirks. "If she's going to nap, why are you still there, Marek?"
Kat lays her head back down on the cushions, utterly spent and sated. "Gods, I love you all."
"We love you too, sweetie," Lennox murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But that doesn't answer Alastair's question," he teases.
She laughs again, arms opening. "You'll see. Come here, lay down next to me. I need you all around me right now."
They move with tender efficiency: Alastair and Ezekiel flanking her sides, bodies curling protectively; Lennox stretching out by her legs, hand on her thigh; Kael spooning from behind Alastair, hands reaching to her fresh mark.
Marek remained between her legs, reverent, mouth sealing lightly over her clit, sucking with the barest pressure, tongue flat and soothing, not arousing, just a comforting anchor. His finger stays buried, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.
Each man kisses her, deep, sweetly, before settling, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and love.
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