Chapter 324

As the four brothers look at me with desire burning in their eyes, exhilaration and anticipation rush through me. For so long, I worried about who my mate might be and how I could manage to stay with the Hayes brothers. Now that I belong to them – almost officially, soon as I have their bites – I can’t believe my good luck.

My offer, asking who should go first, is met with a few growls and glares as the brothers consider one another. By right, Neil as the oldest could go first, but Archer looks like he’s about to start a war over it.

Yet Steven is the one to step forward first. Everyone else in the room snaps their attention to him. Steven, as if sensing their dark murder thoughts, lifts his hands in surrender.

“Chloe, your wolf manifested, right?” Steven asks.

“Yes.” Even now, I can feel the strength of her, the speed, pulsing just under my skin.

“Before we do anything,” Steven says, glancing around at the others. “I think we should run some tests.”

“Tests?” Beau scoffs. “Are you joking? If I don’t sink my teeth into my mate this minute, I’m going to break something.”

Archer starts to growl.

Neil, ever the reasonable one, steps forward and places his hand on Steven’s shoulder.

“It will not hurt us to wait while Steven examines her,” he says. That seems to quiet the more wayward of his brothers. At the same time, he turns his gaze to me. The fire there takes my breath away. “The anticipation will only increase Chloe’s pleasure.”

At once, Beau’s sour mood starts to lift. “Ah, I do enjoy torturing our dear Nanny.” She shoots a look at Archer. “I bet you do as well, don’t you, Archie?”

Archer’s gaze slices towards me then drags down over my body. Though I’m fully clothed, I feel naked under his gaze.

Swallowing thickly, I can only imagine the untold pleasures that await me in the hours to come.

Maybe the days to come.

Or perhaps the rest of my life.

“Come to my lab with me, Chloe,” Steven says. His gaze is firmly on the floor, though I see the way his hands clutch tightly into fists and then release.

Will he be able to stay away from me long enough to concentrate on my examination?

Locked away in Steven’s lab, Steven gestures for me to sit on the metal examination table usually reserved for his science experiments. While I sit, he moves to a nearby computer, where he brings up some kind of medical form. It’s filled with questions, like my height and weight.

I expect him to ask me, but instead he just fills in blank spaces. He knows my height and weight with only a glance at me. He also seems to know all of my dimensions, including my bust and hip sizes.

I’m starting to feel like a germ on a petri dish. Just how long has he been studying me, anyway?

“Typically in an examination,” I tell him, “it’s proper for the physician to actually look at the patient.”

“I am looking,” he says, his eyes glued to the computer screen.

“I don’t feel like you are looking,” I say.

He sighs a little. “I’m trying to focus.”

“And if you actually look at me, you won’t be able to focus?”

“Something like that.”

Ah, okay. So Steven isn’t as unaffected by my presence and our mate bond as he is trying to portray.

He glances at me, then, blushing slightly, quickly looks away.

While he’s not looking, I shift my thighs open a bit wider. Yes, I’m fully clothed, but the smell of my lust for him should permeate the air more clearly now. I’ve been damp since we entered this room, waiting for him to take me apart like one of his experiments.

He glances back at me like clockwork. This time, his eyes widen, seeing my new position. His nostrils flare, scenting the air.

I’m not unaffected either, not by any of this. The brothers feel a pull to me, but I feel that pull four times over.

I want their bites. I need their bites.

That they are being so slow about it makes me want to tackle them one by one.

I don’t think that’s necessary, though, not when I know they want me too. Steven’s barely holding on. Behind his glasses, his eyes are beginning to dilate.

“Steven…” I say, adding a bit of a whine into my voice. It’s not put on, I am this desperate.

He swallows hard, his eyes on the spread of my thighs and the V where they connect.

“I’m supposed to be examining you…” His voice is strained.

“Examine me naked,” I suggest.

“Shit,” he curses. Then, in a flash, he’s in the space I’ve made for him, right there between my legs. His hips are up against the edge of the examination table. His arms are around me, yanking me against him. His mouth covers mine, his tongue delving deeply.

I claw at his shoulders, wanting him to be naked.

“Steven.” I’m outright begging now.

He breaks the kiss to talk, but it’s sloppy. “I need… to check… your strength.”

“How?”

He considers a moment, while his lips are pressed to mine.

“Tear my clothes off,” he says.

Finally, a good idea. I grab his shirt with both hands and rip it apart. In the past, buttons might have flown, but the shirt, as a whole would have remained intact.

Now, the shirt rips clean off of Steven’s body. I stare at the scraps in my hands, amazed by my own strength.

“Pants, next,” Steven says. Horny as he clearly is, his eyes are calculating, watching my arms as I flex, grabbing either side of his pants and tearing them clean away from his body.

His dick throbs, bouncing, suddenly free. His hisses as the cool air surrounds him.

I have a solution for that. Somewhere where his dick would be nice and warm.

Wasting no time, I grab my own clothes and shred them just as I did with Steven’s.

When I’m naked, he gazes down at my body. His hands soon follow his eyes, cupping and squeezing my breasts as he explores me. When he reaches my hips, I expect he might lift me.

Instead, in a flash, his hand pushes right on the middle of my chest, shoving me back flat against the cold metal examination table. I feel no pain, not even a sting of it.

Spreading my thighs wider, he moves me where he wants me and then plunges deep inside of me.

He bucks wildly against me, while holding me in place with both hands. With the metal under me, I have nowhere to claw for purchase, nothing to hold onto.

“S-Steven!”

He growls in response.

“Y-your bite! I want your bite.”

I tilt my head, bearing my neck to him. At the sight, he bares his teeth. Yet, with a growl, he snaps them away.

I whimper, confused why I’m being denied. Doesn’t he want me to be his?

“When I bite,” he says with effort, his breaths punching out of him with each thrust. “You will cum. I’m not ready… for this… to be over…”

“Please!” I beg. “Please!”

Steven has a soft spot for me. He always has. Unlike the others, though he enjoys teasing me, he also likes giving me exactly what I want.

His hands fly to my arms and he yanks me upright once more.

I tilt my neck, immediately giving him room.

Baring his teeth, he sinks them straight into my flesh.

I cum so hard that everything goes white.