Chapter 326

I’m not sure how long I’m on that roof, with Beau holding me in his arms. Gently, he licks at the mark he’s made as if attempting to soothe it. It’s already healed, I can tell, though it never really hurt when he gave it to me. The opposite, actually.

“You really are incredible, Nanny,” Beau says, a hint of wonder in his voice.

I lift my head to look at him.

“If only I could keep you here all to myself,” he says. “But I suppose, as we’re bound for the rest of our lives, there will be time.”

A commitment like that would have scared him at one time, but now, he seems entirely acclimated to the idea. Even fond of it.

It warms something inside of me. So many nights I worried that the brothers would dismiss me, now I am their mate and their love.

Two marks down, two to go.

“Who’s next?” I wonder aloud.

Beau laughs. “If it isn’t Neil, he might punch a wall.”

“Neil? I would think Archer would be the impatient one.” Though, thinking of it… In our play, Neil has always been the one to break first. Archer, meanwhile, could torture me forever.

“Neil is trying to be the responsible one, as ever,” Beau says with an eye roll. “Please spare us all his frustrations and give yourself to him next.” Beau grins. “I’ll be waiting for my next chance to be with you again.”

With that, he leans up, pressing his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. Just as I start to deepen it, he leans back. “You minx. Go now, before I find myself feeling much more selfish, to hell with my brothers.”

Laughing, I scurry away from him. Halfway to the elevator, Beau stops me. “Here,” he calls and tosses me his shirt. “Put that on.”

As they are all my mates, perhaps the jealous has ebbed between them, but I remember Neil not liking me smelling like other men.

Beau winks. “I don’t expect it back. Enjoy the romp!”

I roll my eyes at him but still continue to the elevators. Slipping on the shirt, I press the button for the main floor. Oddly, returning to the living room, I find it empty. I guess Neil and Archer grew tired of waiting for me.

Thinking, I try to imagine where Neil could be, and then hurry towards his room. As expected, Neil sits at the desk in his room, writing something on a sheet of paper. As he works, he snaps the pencil clean in half.

“Shit,” he curses and drops the pieces onto the ground. There’s a dozen more broken pencil halves all around him.

Maybe Beau was right. Neil is wound pretty tightly, it seems. He needs the release.

And I’m happy to give it to him.

“Neil?” I ask.

His head snaps toward me. At once, he stands.

“Chloe, I…” He starts with his normal calm voice, but it quickly dims as his eyes fall onto my clothes. “What are you wearing? Is that Beau’s?” Suddenly, his voice is much deeper and rougher.

Lust wages war with anger in his eyes. As his gaze lifts to the marks on my neck, that fury flashes hotter.

Neil’s always been the possessive one. Growling low and dangerously, he storms toward me. He grabs the offending shirt and shreds it in his hands, the pieces fluttering harmlessly down to the ground.

As Beau predicted, he would not be getting this shirt back.

Only when I’m fully naked does Neil seem satisfied.

“On the bed, Chloe,” Neil says. “Let me see you.”

Nodding, I duck further into the room and stretch out of his bed. He closes his door, then turns to look at me. His eyes are heavy on my skin, trailing over my nakedness like a touch.

He loosens his tie.

“Do you want me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I tell him honestly, immediately, with nothing to hide. No more secrets are left between us. No more fears. He is one of my four mates and I desire him as I could only desire his brothers.

“Show me,” he says.

I know what he’s asking me to do. Slowly I place my hands on my shoulders, then trail them down, gently massaging my breasts. I pluck my nipples, gasping. It’s only partially for show. With how much I’ve explored my body while sleeping with these brothers, I know exactly what I like now and how I like it.

As I start to lower my hands down further, Neil shucks out of his button-down shirt. His scars remain web-like though they have faded some. They do nothing to take away from his mouthwateringly handsomeness. In fact, they only add to it. He’s survived the silver. He’s survived so much.

I drag my hands down over my navel and then down, down, to my clitoris. I rub it gently, watching as he drops his pants. When his dick is free, he takes it in hand, stroking.

He watches as I play with myself, just as I watch him.

“I’ve been thinking how I want to do this,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming about it for longer than I care to admit.”

“Neil…” I sigh.

“I want to do this traditionally.”

Missionary? I spread my thighs wider. “Whatever you want…”

He licks his lips. “On your hands and knees then?”

I lift a brow, but quickly move to obey. Turning on the bed, I lift myself up to my hands and knees, presenting my ass for Neil’s inspection. At once, he places his hand on it, massaging it as he kneels up onto the bed behind me.

Just when I think he’s about to slide his dick into me, I feel his fingers instead, teasing my entrance.

By now, I’m thoroughly stretched.

“Neil…”

His hand ventures further, flicking over my clit.

My nipples tighten, aching, as a fresh wave of lust washes through my pussy.

“N-Neil…” I beg again, louder.

“Patience,” he commands. Then, finally, he lines himself up and sheathes himself into me with one, long stroke, that punches the breath clear from my lungs.

He gives me no time to recover, though I don’t need much with my werewolf abilities now, before he starts pistoning into me, in and out, in and out, like a jackhammer. His pace is punishing, his hips slapping against my ass in the sexiest, most embarrassing sounds.

Leaning over me, his hand creeps over my shoulder and around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there in a show of authority.

Gods, somehow, even though I’m already being fucked into oblivion, I still somehow get wetter.

I love this side of Neil in the bedroom, authoritative and dominant, taking what he wants. Outside of these walls, everyone else comes first. But here, this is for him.

“Fuck me, Neil!” I beg. “Fuck me harder. Ah! Ah! Yes, baby. Fuck. Yes!”

My words drive him even wilder. He finds new speed, moving at a werewolf’s pace, fucking into me in a way he never could have when I was only human.

The bed pounds against the wall so hard it’s knocking holes into the drywall.

Who the fuck cares when all I can think about is that dick pushing all the right spots inside of me. His free hand moves from my hip to my clit, rubbing at a fearsome pace, in time with his thrusts.

I’m not going to make it to the bite!

“Ah-AHH!”

At once, right as I start to come, Neil yanks me up my throat, grips the back of my neck with his teeth, and bites.

In a flash, everything is amplified. My body shakes as the force of my pleasure smashes over me again and again like a wave beating on the shore.

“Neil!!” I shout, and collapse.