Three marks, one mate

Twenty

Desiree Pov

I rushed into the alpha room removing my clothes in the process, they followed suit, and our giggle echoes all through. I hurried to the bathroom and my brain finally relaxed.

The steam from the hot shower enveloped me like a warm embrace, washing away the sweat and tension from the Luna challenge. I'd won, I had beaten Celine in front of the entire pack, proving my place as their Luna.

My body still hummed with adrenaline, every muscle aching in the best way, but the victory tasted sweeter knowing my mates waited for me. Alpha Brandon, his stepbrother Grayson, and Zachary,they were my everything, and tonight, I needed them to claim me all over again.

I stepped under the cascading water, letting it soak my skin, rivulets tracing down my breasts and stomach. The bathroom door creaked open, and there they were, their eyes dark with hunger as they stripped.

Brandon's broad chest heaved, his c**k already hard and thick, jutting out from his hips. Grayson, with that wicked grin, followed, his leaner frame moving with predatory grace, his erection curving slightly upward.

Zachary brought up the rear, his quiet intensity matching the bulge straining against his pants before he freed it, long and veined, pulsing with need.

“Our fierce Luna,” Brandon growled, stepping in first. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him under the spray. Water plastered his dark hair to his forehead as he crushed his mouth to mine, tongue invading, tasting my triumph.

I moaned into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the power in his alpha body that had always made me weak.

Grayson pressed in from behind, his c**k sliding between my ass cheeks, hot and insistent even through the water. “You were incredible out there,” he whispered against my ear, nipping the lobe before his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs rolling my n*****s until they peaked hard. I arched back into him, the friction of his length teasing my entrance, making my p***y clench with anticipation.

Zachary flanked my side, his lips finding my neck, sucking marks into the wet skin. “We need to celebrate properly,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

One hand trailed down my body, fingers parting my folds to circle my c**t. I gasped, the sensation sharp and electric, my legs trembling as the water pounded around us.

Brandon broke the kiss, turning me slightly so I faced the tiled wall. He lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his hip, and thrust into my p***y without warning. I cried out, the stretch immediate and overwhelming, his c**k filling me completely.

“f**k, you're soaked for us,” he grunted, pulling back only to slam in again, the water making every slide slick and deep.

Grayson's hands spread my cheeks, and I felt the cool tip of his c**k press against my ass.

“Relax, mate,” he coaxed, spitting into his hand despite the shower—old habits—and working a finger inside me first. I whimpered, pinned between them, Brandon's thrusts pushing me back onto Grayson's probing digit.

He added a second, scissoring gently until I was panting, begging with my body.

“Please,” I breathed, and Grayson didn't make me wait. He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, the burn turning to bliss as he seated himself fully. The fullness was intense—Brandon in my p***y, Grayson in my ass, their c***s rubbing against each other through my thin walls.

They found a rhythm, alternating thrusts, one withdrawing as the other drove deep, making me feel every ridge and vein.

Zachary watched, stroking his c**k, water streaming down his abs. Then he stepped closer, guiding my head down. I opened my mouth eagerly, taking him in, tongue lapping at the underside as he fed me more.

The taste of him—salty, masculine—mixed with the shower's mist, and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks while my body rocked between my other two mates.

The steam thickened the air, our grunts and moans echoing off the tiles.

Brandon's hands bruised my hips, his pace brutal, each plunge hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Come for us mate,” he commanded, and I did, shattering around him, my p***y spasming, ass clenching on Grayson.

Waves of pleasure crashed through me, my cries muffled by Zachary's c**k as I swallowed around him.

Grayson cursed, his thrusts erratic. “s**t, Desiree…” He came first, hot spurts filling my ass, the warmth spreading even under the water.

Brandon followed, burying deep and flooding my p***y with his release, growling my name like a prayer. I milked them both, prolonging my own high until Zachary pulled from my mouth with a hiss.

“Not done yet,” he said, voice strained. They rearranged me—Brandon stepping back, Grayson easing out with a wet pop. Zachary took Brandon's place, lifting me fully now, my legs wrapping around his waist as he impaled me on his c**k.

The new angle had me sobbing, oversensitive but craving more. Grayson moved to my front, capturing my lips in a messy kiss while his fingers dipped into the c*m leaking from my ass, using it to slick his hardening length again.

Brandon pressed against my back, his mouth on my shoulder, biting down as Zachary f****d up into me, water splashing with every impact.

Grayson's c**k nudged my already-filled p***y, and I tensed, but they were gentle—Zachary stilling as Grayson pushed in beside him.

The stretch was impossible, two c***s stretching my p***y wide, but the pain melted into ecstasy, my body accommodating them as they both began to move.

I was lost in it, double-penetrated in my p***y while Brandon's hands roamed, pinching my n*****s, slapping my ass lightly to heighten the sensations. Zachary and Grayson thrust in tandem now, their c***s sliding against each other inside me, the friction driving us all mad.

“Our Luna, taking us so well,” Grayson panted against my lips.

The orgasm built fast, coiling tight in my core. I came again, harder this time, screaming their names as my walls gripped them viciously. Zachary groaned, spilling into me first, his c*m mixing with Brandon's earlier load. Grayson chased him over the edge, adding his own heat, the overflow dripping down my thighs, washed away by the shower.

Brandon turned me then, pressing me against the wall. His c**k, slick with everything, slid into my ass easily now, used and ready. He f****d me with long, deep strokes, his arms caging me in. The others watched, recovering, their hands stroking my body—Zachary sucking my breasts, Grayson kissing my neck.

“One more for me,” Brandon demanded, his thumb finding my c**t, rubbing in firm circles. I was boneless, spent, but the pressure built anyway, cresting as he pounded into me.

I clenched around him, my third climax ripping through me, and he roared, coming deep in my ass, marking me inside out.

We slumped together under the cooling water, their bodies surrounding mine, holding me up. Victory never felt so complete—my mates, my pack, all mine. As the steam cleared, I smiled, sated and loved, ready for whatever came next.