Knotted By The Three Feral Alphas Chapter 4: Our First Knotting

Darius pulled his fingers free, held them up so I could see how wet they were. Then he licked them clean while he stared straight into my eyes. The sight punched low in my gut.

They moved to the bed without asking. Furs swallowed my back. Darius settled between my thighs, knees spreading wide. Kane and Rylan flanked , hands roaming. Kane’s palm settled over my breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened. Rylan traced the bruises on my ribs like he was morizing every mark the guards had left.

Darius freed himself from his trousers. Thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. The knot at the base was swollen, angry red. My stomach flipped. I knew what that ant. Every wolf story I’d ever heard whispered about it.

He notched the head and brushed it against my entrance. "Last chance to beg nicely."

I bared my teeth. "Fuck you."

He drove in with one thrust.

The stretch tore a cry out of . Full, burning, too much. He didn’t pause. He fucked in short, brutal strokes that forced the air from my lungs. The bond sang. My body opened for him anyway, slick and greedy.

Kane caught my jaw, turned my head, and kissed . It wasn’t soft. It was teeth and tongue and the taste of blood. Rylan sucked a mark onto the inside of my thigh while Darius pounded into .

The first orgasm hit without warning. I clenched around Darius so hard he growled. His rhythm stuttered. The knot started to catch on every thrust.

"Not yet," he ground out. "Not until all three of us have had you."

He pulled out. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. They flipped onto my stomach. Kane took next, from behind, one hand fisted in my hair. He was thicker, longer, aner with it. Every thrust shoved my face into the furs. I ca again, screaming into the pelts.

Rylan went last. He pulled up onto his lap, back to his chest, and lowered onto him slow enough that I felt every inch. His grin pressed against my shoulder blade. "Ride it, little fighter. Show us what that mouth can really do."

I did. Hips rolling, nails raking down his thighs. The bond fed on it. The more I gave, the hotter the fire in my veins burned.

They took turns for hours. One inside while the others touched and bit and marked. By the ti Darius finally knotted the room slled like sex and blood and pine. The knot swelled, locked us together. He ca with a groan that sounded like it hurt. Hot pulses deep inside .

I shook through my own release, tears I refused to call tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

They stayed locked like that while Kane and Rylan stroked my back, my hair, the fresh bite marks on my shoulders.

Outside the windows the moon hung full and red. Inside, the curse had its anchor for the first ti in twenty years.

I closed my eyes and wondered how long I could hate them before the bond made love them instead.

Morning light stabbed through the windows and I woke alone in the massive bed. My body ached in ways I didn’t know were possible. Every muscle felt used. Bite marks throbbed on my neck, my breasts, the inside of my thighs. Between my legs I was sticky and swollen. The knot had left raw.

I sat up slow. The furs slid down. Cold air hit my bare skin. No clothes anywhere. The brothers had stripped completely soti in the night.

A tray waited on the low table by the hearth. Bread, cheese, roasted at, a pitcher of water. My stomach growled so loud it embarrassed . I ate anyway, tearing into the food with my fingers because no one had left a knife.

The door opened without a knock. Darius walked in first, dressed in black leathers and the iron crown. Kane and Rylan followed. They looked rested. Satisfied. Like n who had just solved the problem that had been killing them for two decades.

Darius set a bundle of clothes on the bed. Simple gray dress, cloak, boots. "You’ll wear these today. Tonight we’ll have proper things made."

I pulled the dress over my head. It slled of cedar and wolf. "I’m not your doll."

Rylan dropped onto the edge of the bed beside . "You’re our mate. Sa difference."

Kane stayed by the door, arms crossed. "The pack needs to see you. Court in one hour. You sit at our feet until we say otherwise."

I laughed once, bitter. "Of course I do."

They didn’t argue. They simply waited while I laced the boots. Then they walked down to the great hall.

The pack had gathered. Fifty wolves at least. All of them watched like I was fresh at. Whispers rippled. Human. Weak. The one who’ll break the kings or get broken by them.

Darius took the throne. Kane and Rylan sat on either side. I knelt on the furs at Darius’s feet because fighting it right then would only get dragged upstairs again. Court dragged. Disputes over hunting grounds, a raid on the eastern border, a young wolf who had challenged his beta and lost. Darius decided everything with three words or less. Kane watched faces. Rylan sharpened a knife and smiled at anyone who looked too long at .

I stayed quiet. Inside my head the bond humd steady now, like a chain I could almost ignore.

Until the ssenger arrived. A Shadowpine scout, battered and bleeding, thrown to his knees in the middle of the hall. He looked straight at .

"Your father sends word," he rasped. "He thanks the Blackthorns for taking the trash off his hands. Says the pack is stronger without the human stain."

The hall went dead quiet.

I felt the brothers tense around . Darius’s hand settled on my shoulder, heavy.

I stood up without permission. Walked to the ssenger. Looked down at the man who had once trained with in the yard. "Tell my father I’m not trash anymore."

I kicked him hard in the ribs. Once. Twice. The sound of bone cracking echoed. No one stopped . When I stepped back the brothers were watching with sothing new in their eyes. Hunger that had nothing to do with the bond and everything to do with the violence I’d just shown.

Darius spoke loud enough for the whole hall. "The girl stays. Anyone touches her, they die screaming."

The ssenger was dragged out. I sat back down at their feet, heart hamring. The bond purred.

I was starting to understand the rules.

The next three days blurred into a rhythm I hated and craved at the sa ti.

Mornings they fed . Afternoons they took to the training yard and made watch them spar. Evenings they took back to the chambers and fucked until I couldn’t rember my own na.

The knotting never got easier. It always hurt at first, then it didn’t, then I was begging for it. The bond made sure of that.

On the fourth night Kane found alone on the balcony overlooking the ridges. Snow fell soft and silent. I had a cloak wrapped tight, but the cold still bit.

He stepped up beside . No words at first. Just the two of us breathing frost.

"You’re not eating enough," he said finally.

"I’m eating what they give ."

His hand brushed my lower back. "You’re carrying the weight of three wolves now. The bond takes fuel."

I turned to look at him. Scars on his fingers caught the moonlight. "Why do you three even need ? You were managing before."

Kane’s jaw tightened. "We weren’t. Our father raped the wrong woman. The witch cursed us so we’d feel what he did to her daughter every single day. Without a mate the wolves take over. We start killing. First strangers. Then each other. Then everything."

He pulled a small pouch from his belt and poured sothing into his palm. Three teeth. Human. "These were the last n who tried to take what wasn’t theirs before you got here."

I stared at the teeth. I should have been disgusted. Instead I felt the latent alpha in my blood lift its head and bare its own.

Kane closed his fist. "You bit a man’s ear off on the way here. You kicked a ssenger hard enough to break ribs. Keep doing that and maybe we won’t have to chain you to the bed every night."

I smiled then. Small and sharp. "Maybe I like the chains."

His eyes darkened. He kissed right there on the balcony, slow and deep, like he was tasting the lie and the truth mixed together. When he pulled back he said, "Tomorrow we ride out to the border. You’re coming. Ti you learned what your new pack looks like when it’s bleeding."

I nodded. The bond humd approval. Inside, sothing colder than the snow settled in my chest.

I was learning the rules fast. And I was already planning how to break them when the ti ca.