Sebastian

I pinned Samantha under me, my big frame covering her delicate body completely. A shiver of anticipation ran through her at the contact between us. If she only knew half the things I wanted to do to her...

But she would see. Today, tomorrow, the rest of our lives – I would show her what it meant to be truly loved. And I knew she would do the same for me.

Now, as happy as I was to see her boldly declare her wishes in the bedroom, it was time I took over. Another time I might relinquish my dominance and let her set the terms in our bed. But not today. Not when she had driven me too close to the edge of my control already.

"Watch and wait for my signal," I instructed the others before I took my mate's lips.

She moaned into the kiss and welcomed me between her thighs, hooking one leg over mine in an attempt to bring our lower bodies closer. I thrust against her, still dressed from the waist down as I was, tearing another moan from her parted lips.

Somehow I found the strength to pull away from her enticing curves and flipped her so she would be lying on her belly.

"Sebastian," she protested at the delay of our joining.

I nipped her earlobe. "You'll take what I give you, darlin'."

I kissed the back of her neck over the turtleneck before I caught the zipper of her dress between my teeth. Once I had pealed the dress down to her waist and kissed and nipped along her spine, arm around her waist to keep our bodies constantly connected, I flipped her over again.

Her face was flushed, eyes hooded with desire, lips swollen from my kisses and parted on a sigh. Fucking beautiful.

I locked tongue with hers, greedy for her taste, then I slid down her body to get a taste of those succulent berries that kept poking me in the chest. I took them in my mouth through the lacy cups of her bra before I freed them entirely from the useless contraption and sucked on them bare.

Samantha's fingers digging in my back with a tiny prick of claws made me even more ravenous.

I grabbed the edge of her dress over her hips and slid it all the way down to her ankles. And froze.

"Your pussy has been bare under the dress this whole time?"

She bit her lip, cheeks turning rosier. "My only pair of panties... got too wet... last night."

Dean chuckled from his position by the other side of the bed. "Guilty as charged."

"I encouraged her to go for the black lacy underwear," Eric admitted from somewhere behind me. His voice was hoarse, revealing how much he enjoyed being a voyeur.

I wouldn't be surprised if the secretly kinky panther was into tag-teaming as well.

I freed Samantha from the dress entirely and covered my body with hers again, thrusting between her welcoming thighs.

"Take those off!" She tugged at my jeans, desperate to get rid of the last remaining barrier between us.

I was desperate myself. To sink into her wet heat, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. But not yet.

"The pants stay on for now. The same goes for the others."

She gaped in disbelief. "But I'm ready for you! I need you, Sebastian. My neck is burning for your mating mark."

I blew over the stiffened peak of her breast, making her squirm. "I've waited for this moment for ten days, darlin'. I won't be rushed."

I traced her areola with the tip of my tongue, making her squirm some more.

"You're impossible," she said on a gasp between a lick and a suck. "If you won't give me what I need, Eric or Dean will."

"They won't." I moved down her body once more, grinning. "They'll be too busy helping me." Her eyes widened as I added, "Anyone hungry for berries? Two here are all yours."

"Thought you'd never ask, pal." Dean joined us on the bed in a flash.

Eric wasn't far behind. "Don't go too far, Bas," he warned while lying next to Samantha, on the opposite side from Dean.

The panther was worried I would keep our mate away from her release for too long. And yet, he followed my command: he cupped Samantha's left breast and latched onto the swollen bud, almost at the same time as Dean began lashing her right nipple with his tongue.

Samantha threw her head back and cried out.

I positioned my mouth over her pussy and blew over the clit. As intended, that made her look down and meet my gaze between Dean's and Eric's heads, fire in her amber eyes.

There was my spitfire.

I dove in to feast.

Seconds into her desire hitting my taste buds and her whimpers filling the bedroom, I realized I wouldn't last as long as I had thought. Unless I was willing to let someone else take over, I had to give up on my plan to bring Samantha to the edge of her climax and keep her there for a bit before giving her what she needed first with my tongue and then with my cock.

So, change of plans because today I was making Samantha mine. No one else but me was going to give her release.

Time to make my mate's toes curl.

"Doesn't she taste sweet, Bas?" Dean asked, noticing how I had upped my game.

"Fuck yes."

I looked up to see him thumbing a nipple before catching it between his teeth for a playful tug.

I dipped my tongue inside Samantha at the same time.

Her hips jerked but my hold was secure: there was no escaping our combined efforts to undo her.

"You're killing me," she panted.

That made Eric move up and give her a kiss. Granting her a momentary reprieve, was he?

The way he plucked her nipple almost immediately after said otherwise. And his technique was actually good.

He and I were going to get along just fine in the bedroom.

Samantha's body trashed under our triple assault. She was very, very close. All she needed was a little push...

"I want you to come on my tongue, darlin'," I rumbled over her pussy. "Don't hold back. I want every last drop of cream."

"Don't... talk... ahhh... dirty! It's... too much!"

"Give it to me, Samantha. Give yourself to me. Now!"

She screamed as she peaked and I roared in triumph. I lapped at her until her body relaxed into the mattress and she begged for mercy.

"You're insufferable," she mumbled when I got off the bed and gave the others a signal to do the same.

I grinned. "That's why you want me as your mate."

"I want you as mine because... you're a big softie. In a darn hard shell."

I scoffed at that, but re-establishing my reputation of a tough fucker could wait. "Something is hard, all right."

"Can we show our sweetie how hard?" Dean tuned in, glancing my way for confirmation.

"Clothes off," I commanded. "But hands to yourselves. I am claiming that pussy."

Samantha covered her face with her hands but I heard her giggle. She loved my dirty talk.

"God, you have a dirty mouth, Bas."

I glanced at the panther who was unzipping his jeans. "Envious?" I licked my lips that still tasted of Samantha.

"I could ask the same," Eric teased back when he caught me looking at his dick.

I saw no competition between his legs but also nothing to mock the panther over.

I shoved my pants down. "How about now?"

"Guys, are you serious?" came from Dean. "Mine is the longest, you stand no chance."

"Mine is fatter than yours, smartass, and longer than Eric's."

"Crazy, all of you," sounded from the bed.

I didn't know about the others, but my cock definitely twitched under Samantha's appreciative gaze. Her eyes took us in one after the other, all naked, hard and ready for her.

"I'm crazy, too," she muttered.

"All forms and sizes just for you." Dean just had to add a rhyme. He flexed as well.

"Not today," I grumbled. "Today you're getting only me, darlin'. And in the position I told you I prefer the day we met. Remember?"

She bit her lip, gaze lingering at my throbbing dick. "It's going to be one hell of a ride."

I climbed back on the bed and slanted my lips over hers. It was what I felt like doing every time I saw her teeth sinking into that plump bottom lip of hers.

She nipped mine.

I pulled back and patted her ass. "On my cock. Now."

Samantha reddened but climbed on top of me the second I laid back, trapping my cock between her pussy and my abdomen. Hands on my pecs, she rubbed herself along my pulsing length.

I scowled. "No teasing, darlin'. Show me how you take that cock inside you."

Her lips stretched into a playful smile. "Yes, General."

Then she took my cock in her hand and pumped it twice.

I growled and gave her ass a light slap.

"Damn, I want to bite those two juicy globes so badly," I heard Dean mutter nearby but was too busy looking into Samantha's amber eyes.

Eyes that had narrowed after that slap I had delivered. She brought the head of my cock to her clit and gave the little bundle of nerves a rub.

"Samantha," I warned through gritted teeth.

She arched a brow at me in challenge but finally placed my cock at her slick entrance.

"Hell, you're big..."

"You can take me, darlin'. Dean, rub her clit for me. Eric, kiss her senseless."

In under a minute, she was fully seated on my cock, our bodies at last becoming one.

"Move for me, Samantha," I urged her when she hesitated. I was barely managing to stave off my release.

She looked at Eric then Dean, who had moved away to stand on either side of the bed. "Come here, my mates. I want you near. I... I want to... be connected to all of you." She bit her lip yet again. "Sebastian, can you move for both of us while I... pleasure my other mates?"

"Anytime." Anything to hear her call us hers again, after the two weeks of her denying our bond.

Dean climbed back on the bed in such a hurry he almost face-planted on the mattress. He knelt by my left hip.

Eric joined us to my right with obvious hesitation. "Lovely, are you sure?"

"Yep, I want to taste you," she admitted with a violent blush.

I nearly came then and there. Confident and stating her desires freely, my mate was more beautiful than ever.

"Can you and Dean just... move away before... the explosive end?" she added. "I'm not comfortable being, you know... showered?"

Dean chuckled at her desperate search for the right words. "No problem. Bas will wash his precious bed cover afterwards, anyway."

He leaned in for a kiss but I thrust up into Samantha in that same moment, making her cry out in both pleasure and surprise.

My best friend should know better than to mock my bed cover.

His glare my way disappeared the second Samantha wrapped her hand around his cock, making his eyes roll back.

She took Eric in her other hand at the same time as I dug my fingers in her hips to keep her steady for my thrusts. Then I began moving, rearing up and slamming her down on my cock simultaneously, so both our fantasies could become a reality.

And to think I had thought I was complete on my own... What a fool I had been.

I was still a fool, to believe I could last long. With Samantha's sheath squeezing my dick exquisitely at each slide, the sight of each of her hands stroking a cock, and the sounds of our combined pleasure filling the bedroom, my release was imminent.

I managed to wait until Samantha had tasted Eric's and then Dean's tip once, before I pushed myself up on one extended arm, changing the angle of my thrusts. She was forced to let go off the others to steady herself on my shoulders, but it was worth it: her cries and whimpers let me know I was hitting her sweet spot at every single thrust now. I targeted it mercilessly, making her tip her head back and prick me with her claws, all control lost.

Right before I lost mine, Samantha came with a roar, her pussy convulsing around my cock. I exploded, emptying myself inside her.

Exactly in that moment when we were joined in flesh, I pulled her against me and bit down, joining us in spirit as well.

My heart stuttered as a wave of emotions crashed down on me, filling it to bursting with love, pure joy and the feeling of being complete. I lost sense of my body, of where I ended and Samantha, Dean, and Eric began. Because these emotions belonged to all of us, linked together by an inseverable bond with Samantha at the center.

I might have collapsed back on the bed and lost consciousness for a moment afterwards. Since when I regained sense of self and opened my eyes, I was on my back and Samantha was trying to catch her breath on top of me, cheek smashed into my pec. The others were lying on either side of us completely spent.

I caressed Samantha's back, finding it hard to move my hand. I was drained, both literally and figuratively.

Eric ran his fingers through our mate's messy curls. "Lovely, are you all right? That rush of emotions was stronger than the previous time."

"Damn right," Dean mumbled, voice muffled by the mattress his face was pressed down into.

"It's because three mating bonds clicked into a single one," I said more to myself than them, describing what I sensed. "Each one of us is linked to Samantha and through her, to the others."

"Does that mean I'll suddenly have the hots for you, pal?"

"Keep your dick away from my ass or you'll lose it!... Darlin'?" She had yet to say something.

"Mmm..."

Everyone chuckled. We hadn't broken our female completely.

And with the mating bond unexpectedly connecting us males on a soul-deep level, none of us was ever going to feel like breaking the other's face over Samantha. Our family of four was going to be just fine.

Mother Nature's gifts never seized to amaze.

I leaned down and kissed the top of Samantha's head.

Her response was to start purring, and Eric joined her right away.

In less than ten seconds, Dean was snoring softly on my other side.

I smiled and gave in to sleep, surrounded by my new family.