SHARED BY THE PACK KINGS

CHAPTER 4: THE MORNING AFTER THE CLAIM

A heavy tear slipped down her cheek. It was real. Her family was safe; her brother's crushing medical debts were entirely erased. But before she could even process the overwhelming wave of relief, a shadow fell over the bed, instantly reminding her of the price of that freedom.

Julian stood in the doorway of the master bath. A low-slung dark towel gripped his lean hips, his chest bare and still glistening with water from the shower. His dark hair was damp, clumping slightly over his forehead, and his stormy eyes locked onto her with a terrifyingly possessive intensity that made her core throb.

"Like what you see, little bird?" Julian murmured, walking toward the bed with slow, predatory steps that practically vibrated through the floorboards.

Chloe swallowed hard, her n*****s tightening instantly under the silk sheet just from the sound of his deep, velvet voice. "You... you paid it. The entire debt is gone."

"Of course I paid it," Julian said, sinking onto the edge of the mattress and leaning over her until she was forced back against the plush pillows. He reached out, his large, warm hand wrapping securely around her neck not enough to hurt, but just enough to dictate her movement. His thumb wiped the tear from her cheek before dragging down to ruthlessly pull her bottom lip down. "But remember the rules, Chloe. That money bought every single inch of you for the next six months. You belong to the pack now. Every gasp, every tear, and every drop of your pleasure belongs to us."

Before she could even whisper a response, the double doors of the suite swung open with a heavy thud. Ethan walked in, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing, wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His golden eyes flared with a sudden, dark hunger the moment he saw Chloe pinned beneath Julian's towering frame.

"You're starting without me, Julian?" Ethan growled, his gravelly voice sending a delicious, helpless shiver straight down Chloe’s spine.

Ethan didn't hesitate. He climbed onto the bed from behind her, his massive, tattooed arms sliding around her waist, pulling her bare back flush against his hard chest. His heat was instantaneous, waking up the intense, throbbing desire that had consumed her all night. He leaned down, his sharp fangs grazing the sensitive skin right where her shoulder met her neck, biting down just enough to make her arch her back into him.

"Please," Chloe whimpered, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Julian’s hand slid beneath the dark silk sheets, tracing the smooth curve of her hip with a burning, heavy friction that moved steadily inward toward her inner thigh.

"Please what?" Julian whispered, his face descending until his lips were brushing hers, his breath hot and teasing against her mouth. "Tell us what you want, Chloe. Beg your Alphas to take what they paid for."

With a desperate gasp, Chloe gave in to the overwhelming sensory assault. "Please... touch me."

Ethan let out a low, satisfied rumble against her skin. He gripped her hip, easily rolling her over onto her back beneath them while Julian smoothly shifted, pinning her hands above her head with one of his large palms. Chloe lay completely exposed to their dark, burning gazes. Ethan parted her legs roughly, settling his thick, rigid length against her aching, already slick center.

"Look at how wet she is for us, Julian," Ethan growled, his jaw clenched as he rubbed himself against her damp heat, teasing them both.

"Then don't keep her waiting," Julian commanded softly, his stormy eyes locking onto Chloe's face, anchoring her. "Watch us, Chloe. Feel what it means to be owned."

With a sudden, powerful thrust, Ethan drove himself deep inside her. Chloe’s eyes went wide, a high-pitched cry tearing from her lips as her tight walls stretched to take him in all over again. Before she could even catch her breath, Julian leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising, deep kiss that drank in her moans, his tongue mimicking the heavy, relentless rhythm that Ethan was building below.

The friction was agonizingly perfect. Ethan lifted her legs onto his broad shoulders, driving deeper and harder with every stroke, his tattooed skin slick with sweat as he slammed against her hips. Julian’s free hand slid down between their bodies, his fingers finding her hyper sensitive core and applying a ruthless, rhythmic pressure that synchronized with Ethan’s brutal pacing.

Chloe was completely caught in a vortex of pure, unadulterated physical fantasy. Her mind emptied out, replaced entirely by the blinding sensation of Ethan filling her inside, Julian dominating her mouth, and the electric friction driving her straight over the edge. Her internal walls began to violently spasm around Ethan’s length as a shattering, head-to-toe climax ripped through her. Sensing her release, Ethan let out a guttural growl, burying himself to the hilt with three frantic, heavy thrusts before spilling his thick, boiling warmth deep inside her center, his entire body shuddering against hers as Julian finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily as they both looked down at their completely spent, thoroughly claimed mate.