Chapter 81– Bound by Blood
The packhouse was quiet, save for the crackling fire in the hearth and the steady rhythm of our breathing. The scent of pine and warmth wrapped around me as I stood between my two alphas, their bodies radiating heat, their presence a balm to the lingering fear that had clung to me since my kidnapping.
Luther leaned against the headboard of our massive bed, his golden eyes heavy-lidded but alive—alive—thanks to my mark. His skin, once feverish and slick with sweat, now glowed with renewed strength. My bite had saved him. My love had anchored him.
And now, Liam’s hands were on me, his touch a brand as he pulled me into his lap, his arousal pressing against my thigh. Luther watched us with a possessive hunger, his fingers trailing down my spine as if memorizing every curve.
They’re both here. They’re both mine.
The thought sent a shudder through me. After the terror of my kidnapping, after the agony of watching Luther wither under the disease’s grip, we were finally whole again. And after tonight, nothing would be able to come in between us again.
Not other packs.
Not this disease.
And certainly not my brother.
Luther’s lips found mine first, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against my own in a claiming kiss. I melted into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips.
He was alive.
He was mine.
Liam’s growl vibrated against my back as his hands slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, his teeth grazing the curve of my neck. “You’re ours, little Luna,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “And we’re yours.”
Liam’s lips found mine, his kiss deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against my own as if he could drink me in.
A shiver ran through me as Luther’s hands worked the buttons of my blouse, exposing my skin to the firelight. His mouth followed, hot and hungry, trailing kisses down my throat, over my collarbone, lower. Liam’s fingers joined in, pushing the fabric from my shoulders until it pooled at my hips, before being yanked completely off.
I was bare between them, their touches setting every nerve alight. Luther’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, drawing a gasp from me. Liam’s fingers traced down my stomach, dipping between my thighs, finding me already wet and aching.
“So ready for us,” Liam growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Always so fucking perfect.”
Luther dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my hips as his mouth found my core. I cried out as his tongue laved over me, slow and deliberate, his fingers spreading me wider. Liam held me steady, his own arousal pressing insistently against my back as he watched Luther worship me.
This—this is where I belong.
My fingers tangled in Luther’s hair as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. Liam’s hand slid up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding, his dominance a thrill that made my knees weak.
“Look at her,” Liam murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Our perfect mate.”
Luther groaned against me, his tongue working me faster, his fingers slipping inside, curling just right. My back arched as pleasure crashed over me, my cry echoing through the room. Luther didn’t let up, drawing out my climax until I was trembling, my legs barely holding up.
Liam’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me just enough to turn me and position me over him. I gasped as he filled me in one smooth thrust, my body stretching to accommodate him, my core clenching around his thick length.
Gods, I missed this. Missed him.
Luther’s breath hitched behind me, his fingers digging into my waist as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Taking him so perfectly.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn’t look away from Liam’s darkening gaze. His hands slid up my body, thumbs brushing my peaked nipples before settling at my waist, guiding my movements as I rocked against him.
“Charlie,” Liam growled, his grip tightening. “You feel like fucking heaven.” His words come out in an animalistic growl. “You’re going to mark me tonight,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I want your teeth in me, Charlie. I want to feel you claim me.”
I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. Luther’s hands joined the dance, one sliding between my thighs to circle my clit while the other cupped my breast, pinching the sensitive bud until I arched against him.
They’re going to ruin me.
But I didn’t care. I wanted to be ruined by them.
Liam’s thrusts grew harder, his hips snapping up to meet mine, each movement sending sparks through my veins. Luther’s fingers worked me in tandem, his touch knowing, relentless, until I was trembling on the edge.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Luther murmured against my ear. “Let go for us.”
I shattered with a cry, my body clamping down around Liam as pleasure ripped through me. He groaned, his own release following as he buried himself deep inside me, his forehead pressing against mine.
But even as the aftershocks trembled through me, I knew—I wasn’t done.
Liam’s rhythm was relentless, his hips driving into me with possessive force. His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged. “Bite me, Charlie,” he demanded. “Mark me like you did him.”
Luther shifted behind me, his hands smoothing down my back in encouragement. “Do it, Charlie,” he urged. “Make him yours.”
Liam’s gaze never left mine, his pupils blown wide with desire—and trust. He tilted his head, baring his neck to me in submission, in offering.
Mine.
I could feel it—the instinct, the need to claim him surging through me. My canines lengthened, my body thrumming with the power of the bond. As Liam thrust into me again, burying himself to the hilt, I arched up and sank my teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
His roar shook the room as my venom mixed with his blood, the bond snapping into place between us. Pleasure, sharper than anything I’d ever felt, ripped through me as Liam’s release filled me, his hips stuttering against mine. Luther’s growl joined the chorus as he pressed against my back, his cock sliding between my thighs, rubbing against where Liam was still buried inside me.
When I finally pulled back, licking the wound closed, Liam’s eyes were blazing. “Fuck,” he rasped, his hands gripping me hard. “That’s—fuck—that’s incredible.”
Luther chuckled darkly, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Now we’re yours.”
“Forever,” Liam agreed.
Liam didn’t give me a chance to respond. He flipped me beneath him in one swift motion, his mouth crashing onto mine as he slid back inside me, his thrusts deeper, more possessive now.
He’s marked. He’s safe.
The relief was almost as intoxicating as the pleasure.
Luther’s hands were everywhere, his lips tracing the curve of my spine as he positioned himself behind me, his own arousal pressing against my backside. I gasped as he pushed inside, the dual fullness stealing my breath.
They’re both here. Both mine.
Liam’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan as he kissed me again, his tongue claiming my mouth the way his cock claimed my body. Luther’s rhythm matched his, their movements synchronized, their growls vibrating against my skin.
I was lost in them, in the heat, the love, the rightness of it all.
When the next wave of pleasure hit, it was Liam’s name on my lips, Luther’s teeth at my shoulder, and their shared growl of completion that sent me spiraling into bliss.
As we lay tangled together afterward, limbs intertwined, hearts pounding as one, I traced the fresh mark on Liam’s neck with trembling fingers.
Safe. Both of them. Always.
Luther pressed a kiss to my temple, his arm tightening around me. Liam’s hand found mine, lacing our fingers together.
No words were needed.
We were bound now—in blood, in love, in fate.
And no disease, no enemy, would ever take them from me again.
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