Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint city sounds outside the window. My eyes flutter open sleepily as the smell of Jake and Damon pulls me from my sleep.

I blink into the dark. I’m no longer at the edge of the mattress where I had fallen asleep alone. Somehow, I’ve been moved to the center of the bed, pressed between two solid bodies, Jake’s warmth against my back, and Damon’s heat pressed to my front.

Their breathing is deep and even, but their hands aren’t innocent. Jake’s palm has snaked beneath my shirt and is resting on my hip. Damon’s fingers are curled against my waist. The bond between us is pulled so tight, I can barely breathe. Our hearts beat as one, and Tala is urging me to wake them up.

I focus my eyes on Damon’s beautiful face. His normally harsh features are softer when he sleeps. Thick eyelashes fan across his cheeks, and his lips part slightly with each breath. My fingers itch to touch him the way he is touching me. To pull him close to me and repeat the night that feels far away now. Only this time, I will claim him. I will anchor myself to him, and he

to me.

My fingers trace along his bottom lip, and his nose wrinkles. I smirk at how cute he looks, and I do it again.

“Damon,” I whisper his name, but I am not sure to what end. What would be the point of waking him now?

It’s too late. He stirs, his nose sliding along my throat, and a growl vibrates against my collarbone. Behind me, Jake shifts and his fingers flex against my hip. His breath is heavy and uneven against my hair.

I am frozen, letting the tension thicken in the small apartment. I should move. I should slide out from between them and stop this. But I am foolish, and tired of denying myself what I want. I arch slightly between them, and everything changes in

an instant.

Damon’s mouth brushes my neck. His fangs scrape against my skin. “Still think you can handle us?” His voice is like gravel as he struggles to hold back.

Jake’s hand slides up my arm to my wrist, anchoring my arm above my head. “Say the word, Lotte,” he murmurs. “Tell us

no.”

Damon wraps a hand around my throat, applying enough pressure to make my thigh clench together. It is like they have done this before. The way their bodies move in tandem, feeding off one another, like they can sense what the other will do

next.

“Tell us,” Damon groans, flexing his fingers against my throat.

I can’t. Even if I wanted to, Tala wouldn’t allow it. Not this time.

“Don’t stop,” I whimper.

At my consent, they’re moving. Damon rolls me onto my back, and Jack holds my arm beside me. Their heat closes in, threatening to consume me. Damon kisses me first. It is open–mouthed and hard. His tongue explores my mouth with a restrained hunger. Jake’s mouth finds the curve of my shoulder, and he grazes his teeth against my skin. They growl together as my back arches off the bed.

Damon moves to the side, leaving room for Jake to slide between my legs. He rips my shirt down the center, and my nipples harden when the cool air of the apartment hits them, Jake takes one into his mouth and Damon the other. One bite while the other sucks. My eyes squeeze together tightly as a wave of pleasure builds between my thighs.

Hands slide between my legs, cupping my core. A finger slides inside and then another. Damon tilts my head to side claiming my lips once again. I moan into his mouth as Jake’s fingers curl inside of me. He smirks against my mouth before

pulling away.

“Open your eyes, Charlotte,” he commands. “My brother is going to fuck you.”

My eyes fly open just when Jake lines his cock up with my entrance. My mouth falls open as he slams himself inside me. pulls out and pushes back in with another punishing thrust.

He

I don’t know why I expected him to be gentle, but each time he thrusts inside of me my toes curl and my back arches off the bed.

“Isn’t she perfect?” Damon mutters.

“So. Fucking. Perfect,” Jake grunts with each push.

I glance over at Damon. He is fisting his massive cock, while he watches his brother have his way with me. The sight pushes me over the edge. The walls of my core flutter around Jake’s cock, milking him.

Grabbing the back of his head, I tilt his head to the side. My fangs push through the muscle in his neck, and he screams out my name. His arms shake, and he moans as his come fills me.

I swipe my tongue across his new mark, licking the blood from his neck. He settles beside me, but Damon has no intention of letting me catch my breath.

He settles between my legs where his brother just was. He loops my leg over his back and pushes his way inside. He is gentler than Jake, but the way his eyes bore into mine let me know that he will claim me. That he is claiming me.

I tilt my neck to the side, looking into Jake’s eyes. Damon cups the back of my head, holding me still. His fangs bite into my neck, where Jake and Ronan already have. Pain and pleasure flash behind my eyes. Ecstasy washes over me, but Damon doesn’t let go, not until my legs have stopped shaking.

Damon pulls away from my neck, my blood dribbling down his chin. “Please, Charlotte.”

I know what he wants, and I would never deny him. I bite him, completing the bond between us. The bond between all of us, Ronan, Jake, Damon, and me, rises like fire in my chest. It feels instinctive and ancient. It knows exactly what to do.

The air splits with energy, threads of silver light that only wolves can sense, binding and burning all at once.

Damon’s breath shudders as the bond pulses between us; the sting of our new marks is eclipsed by the rush of belonging. Jake’s hands tighten at my wrist, like he’s afraid that if he lets go, it will disappear.

When it’s done, the three of us collapse together, panting, the bond sparking between us like a living current. Damon’s palm cups the back of my head, his forehead pressed to mine. Jake’s arm is heavy over my waist.

For the first time in weeks, the ache in my chest eases. My wolf purrs in satisfaction.

But under it all, I feel it, a tremor of fear, of anticipation. This isn’t the end. It’s the beginning.