She looked to the side and noticed that everyone was watching her. The men all seemed to be watching her exposed parts. Look at me, alainn.
Vivienne refocused on Conall and tried to calm herself. His hand stroked her side lovingly, and she relaxed. Sliding his hands up, he pushed the material from her shoulders. It fell behind her, leaving her completely exposed.
An excited ripple went through the crowd as he stepped away and began undoing his robe. Vivienne’s fear was overcome with lust as she stared at his sculpted nakedness. Despite the cold, he was saluting her.
Lie down, alainn.
She obeyed, lying back on the robe and looking up at the moon above them. She was about to be taken, outside, under the moonlight, by Conall. It seemed appropriate.
Nudging her legs apart, he moved between them. He licked at first one breast then the other, warming and exciting her, before licking his way down her body. When his tongue swirled over her sex, she cried out, her hips bucking against his face. He remained there, pleasuring her for a few moments before he pushed to his knees, and tapped her hips.
On your hands and knees, Vivienne.
She did as told, shivering when his hand ran down her back, over her butt, and cupped her intimately. His warm body covered her moments later. In a deep, carrying voice, he asked, “Do you take me as your mate, Vivienne?”
“Yes, I do.” His cock brushed the opening of her sex and she moaned.
“I take you as my mate, Vivienne Bordeaux. I take you as my other half, the mother of my children, the only female in my bed,” he said clearly. Vivienne grinned, certain she heard a few whines at his last declaration. Bitches.
Say the same for me, alainn.
She repeated her own declaration, crying out when upon completion, he pushed his thick length into her body. Her fingers clenched at the robe beneath them and she groaned. She heard moans coming from around them and lifted her head. Some of the other weres were going at it, some couples in human form, others in animal. A few thrusts in, and Conall’s jaw clamped shut over her shoulder, his lower body still moving furiously against hers.
You said you trust me with you life, Vivienne. You will have to do so now. Change, alainn.
Vivienne shook her head as panic set in. I don’t know how.
I will show you, he said soothingly, lifting one hand to caress her aching breasts. When the panic faded, he continued, Think of your wolf, Vivienne. When he saw the beast come to the forefront of her mind, he said, That’s it, alainn. Now think of the change. How you felt when you changed. She did. He easily slid into her mind, merging with her as he called to his beast, to his change.
She felt like she was drowning in herself, and in him. Vivienne felt her orgasm approach at the same time she felt a large presence, an achy but not terrible heat. Her body was there, but not. Conall was above her, pumping steadily. She cried out, whining when her orgasm washed over her, and Conall bit down harder.
He froze inside of her, impassively holding himself still and waiting for her to come around. As soon as she did, he began to move once more. His thrusts were wilder, much wilder than she’d ever had, faster, harder. Vivienne looked down and recognized something. She was in the wolf’s body again, so that meant Conall had shed his human body for that of his wolf. She tried to turn, to see, but an ominous growl stopped her.
So instead, she just let herself feel. The wildness, she enjoyed. Her heart beat faster, seeming to match the quick, hard thrusts delivered by Conall’s wolf. Another growl and she felt the swollen base nudge against her opening. He pushed once, and she cried out, whining as pain turned into the pleasure. She moved forward a bit and he growled a warning before thrusting forward again. As he came fully into her, Vivienne yelped, groaning as his thrusts continued.
He continued until she whined and shuddered, feeling her body come apart under his. Only then did he come, pushing against her and grunting as his seed shot into her. Vivienne felt the tension leave him as he released his grip on her shoulder. He licked at her bite marks, and slowly brought them to the ground. The position was a bit awkward at first, but Vivienne found herself leaning closer to him, which made it bearable. He was still hard and buried deep.
So, we’re officially mated?
Yes. He sounded relieved. She smiled.
Is it finished?
Not yet, alainn.
At that moment, a large, blond wolf approached them, sniffing at their joined parts, before laying his head on both of their bodies. Vivienne recognized Raoul by his scent. Instead of moving away, he took up position by their heads. A silver-gray wolf came next, did the same thing, and took up position by their feet. Sloan.
As they lay like that, the male wolves approached one by one, paying homage in a way similar to Raoul and Sloan. Conall only tensed once, when Rafael approached, but the male only did what the previous ones had done, although he seemed highly amused by Conall’s reaction.