Three marks, one mate

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Desiree pov

Before I could steady my racing thoughts or fully process everything that had just happened, Grayson swept me off my feet and lifted me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest as though afraid I might disappear if he let go. The sudden movement made my breath hitch, my fingers instinctively gripping onto him as the lingering tension from the confrontation at the border still pulsed through my veins.

Behind us, Brandon’s commanding voice cut through the murmurs of the gathered crowd, firm and authoritative as he dismissed them, announcing that my official coronation as Luna would take place at daybreak.

Zachary followed closely behind us, shutting the door with more force than necessary as soon as we entered the room, his presence heavy, his emotions barely contained.

“What do you think we should do to punish her,” he said, his voice low but edged with something dangerous, “for disobeying us and going to the human land?”

My heart skipped.

Punish?

I turned slightly in Grayson’s arms, my gaze darting between them, searching for any sign that they weren’t serious, but the expressions on their faces only made my stomach tighten.

Brandon walked in last, closing the door behind him slowly, his eyes never leaving me, dark and unreadable, yet burning with something intense that sent a shiver down my spine.

“How about,” he began, his voice calm, almost too calm, “we make it impossible for her to stand on her own, so she remembers not to test us again.”

My breath caught instantly.

“I didn’t disobey you,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them, even though I knew how weak that defense sounded.

Three pairs of eyes settled on me at once.

Grayson’s grip on me tightened slightly as he tilted his head, studying me with a look that made heat creep up my neck despite the tension in the room.

“May I remind you,” he said slowly, his tone dropping into something more deliberate, more controlled, “of our rules?”

My heartbeat quickened.

“And trust me,” he added, his gaze darkening as it lingered on me, “each one you broke earns you a smack on your ass.”

A shiver ran through me, sharp and unexpected, my body betraying me in the worst possible way as awareness spread beneath my skin, warm and unsettling.

Zachary noticed it first, a slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips as he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. “We are affecting her,” he said, his voice laced with teasing satisfaction.

Heat flooded my face instantly.

“I love the scent of her arousal” Brandon sniffed the air.

My heart pounded in my chest as Alpha Brandon's strong hands gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head against the rough wooden wall of our den. The air was thick with the scent of pine and their raw, masculine arousal, a reminder of the pack's territory we were deep within. Grayson and Zachary flanked him, their eyes burning with a mix of fury and hunger after discovering I'd slipped away to the human lands without a word. I knew I'd pay for it, but the fear twisting in my gut mixed with an unwelcome heat between my thighs.

"You think you can just wander off, little mate?" Brandon growled, his voice low and commanding, his breath hot against my neck. He pressed his body against mine, his hard c**k straining through his pants, rubbing insistently against my belly. "You're ours. No more secrets."

I whimpered, my body betraying me as my n*****s hardened under my thin shirt. "I'm sorry, Alpha," I whispered, but the words felt weak even to me.

Grayson stepped closer from my left, his fingers tangling in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Desiree. You disobeyed us. Now we'll remind you who you belong to." His free hand slid down my side, roughly cupping my breast and squeezing until I gasped. He pinched my n****e hard, twisting it just enough to send a sharp sting through me, making my p***y clench with need.

Zachary was on my right, his touch more deliberate, almost teasing in its cruelty. He traced the curve of my hip before shoving his hand between my legs, cupping my mound through my skirt. "Feel that? You're already wet for your punishment," he murmured, his fingers pressing against my folds, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric. "This p***y is ours to f**k whenever we want. No more running off."

They moved as one, a coordinated force that left me no room to escape. Brandon released my wrists only to rip my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His mouth descended on my breasts, sucking one n****e into his hot mouth while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I arched into him, a moan escaping my lips despite the ache of my impending discipline.

Grayson didn't wait; he hiked up my skirt, tearing my panties aside with a swift tug. The cool air hit my exposed skin, but it was quickly replaced by his fingers plunging into my slick entrance. He pumped them in and out roughly, curling them to hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Take it, mate. This is what happens when you forget your place," he said, his thumb circling my c**t with punishing pressure.

Zachary unzipped his pants, freeing his thick c**k. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-c*m. He stroked himself once, twice, before grabbing my hand and wrapping my fingers around his shaft. "Stroke it. Show us you're sorry," he ordered, guiding my movements as I pumped him, feeling him harden even more in my grip.

Brandon pulled back from my chest, his eyes dark with possession. He shed his clothes quickly, his massive c**k bobbing free—long and girthy, promising to stretch me to my limits. "On your knees," he commanded, and before I could comply, Grayson and Zachary forced me down, my knees hitting the fur rug with a thud.

I knelt there, surrounded by them, their c***s inches from my face. Brandon fisted my hair, tilting my head up. "Open your mouth. Suck us like the good mate you are." I parted my lips, and he thrust forward, filling my mouth with his c**k. The salty taste of him flooded my tongue as he f****d my face in shallow strokes, hitting the back of my throat.

Grayson and Zachary took turns next, Grayson shoving his c**k past my lips while Zachary rubbed his against my cheek, smearing pre-c*m on my skin. "That's it, swallow him down," Grayson grunted, his hips snapping forward. I gagged slightly but hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my hands reaching out to jerk the others off.

They didn't let me catch my breath. Soon, they hauled me up, bending me over the low table in the center of the den. My ass was in the air, p***y exposed and dripping. Brandon positioned himself behind me first, his hands spreading my cheeks. "This is for sneaking away," he said, and then his c**k slammed into me, burying deep in one brutal thrust.

I cried out, the fullness overwhelming, his girth stretching my walls as he pounded into me without mercy. Each slap of his hips against my ass echoed in the room, the sting of his earlier anger fueling his rhythm. "You're ours, Desiree. Say it," he demanded, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

"I'm yours!" I gasped, my fingers clawing at the table.

Grayson moved to my front, lifting my chin to slide his c**k back into my mouth. "Louder. Convince us." I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan as he f****d my throat.

Zachary knelt beside me, his hand dipping between my legs to rub my c**t while Brandon railed me from behind. "Feel how your body's begging for it? This cunt clenches around him because it knows it belongs to us." His fingers joined Brandon's c**k inside me for a moment, stretching me further, before he withdrew to slap my ass lightly, the heat blooming across my skin.

They rotated, relentless. Grayson took my p***y next, his thrusts faster, more erratic, while Zachary claimed my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. Brandon watched, stroking himself, before he slid under me on the table, guiding my body down onto his waiting c**k. I sank onto him, impaled anally this time—his thickness forcing its way into my tight ass, the burn mixing with the pleasure from Grayson entering my p***y simultaneously.

Double penetrated, I screamed their names, the sensation of being so utterly filled pushing me toward the edge. "Ours," they chanted in unison, their hands everywhere—gripping my hips, pinching my n*****s, slapping my thighs. "No more disobedience. You're our mate, to f**k, to protect, to own."

Zachary fed his c**k into my mouth again, completing the circle. They moved in sync, c***s pistoning in and out of my holes, the friction building an inferno inside me. Sweat slicked our bodies, grunts and moans filling the air. I came first, shattering around them, my p***y and ass spasming, milking their c***s as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

They followed soon after, Brandon flooding my ass with hot c*m, Grayson pulling out to spray across my back, and Zachary erupting down my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the table, their seed leaking from me, marking me as theirs.

As they gathered me into their arms, cleaning me gently now, Brandon kissed my forehead. "No more wandering, little one. You're safe with us because you're ours forever." And in that moment, punished and claimed, I believed it.