Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 290: _ He Won

Warning: Mature Content Ahead.

"My turn to make you beg," Heidi purrs, her tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, tasting their mingled release. Morgan’s head thumps back against the tile with a groan escaping him. She sucks him in deep, hollowing her cheeks, her hands gripping his ass to pull him closer.

The sensation is overwhelmingly full of heat, suction, and the faint scrape of her teeth. He threads his fingers through her hair, guiding but not forcing the motion and letting her set the wild pace.

Morgan’s hands traced over her skin, but his mind wasn’t just on her body. Every reaction from her made a fire flare inside him. I could erase them all, he thought suddenly, the thought sharp and frighteningly delicious. Darien, Grayson... gone. All this, only for me and me.

The idea made his chest pound in a way that was more than lust. It was possessive, territorial. Every curve of her, every arch and inhale of breath, was his. The demon core inside him purred, approving, hungry. And the wolf part of him, the part that had always played by rules, shivered in awe at the intensity of what he felt. I never knew it could feel like this... to have someone, all of them, all of her, just for me.

Heidi shivered beneath his hands, unaware of the storm raging in his mind. Morgan bent down to kiss her, tasting her and wanting to lose himself entirely in the warmth and the fire. But with it came a pulse of dread-laced ecstasy: the thought of his brothers, of anyone touching her, or looking at her with need. It was intolerable. Possession was no longer a metaphor. It was a consuming, all-encompassing hunger for him.

He picks up the pace, slamming his cock into her with abandon, the water making their bodies glide and slap in perfect, obscene harmony, and trying to kick his thoughts away, but that’s a herculean task.

Water streams down his chest, mixing with sweat, and he watches her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the sight.

"Look at her go," he muses, a chuckle bubbling up despite the building ecstasy.

Darien’s probably out there timing us, the pervert. The thought adds a layer of absurdity, making him thrust a little harder into her mouth, just to hear her gag and moan around him.

Heidi’s free hand slips between her own legs, touching herself as she works him over, her muffled cries vibrating along his length. The dual assault pushes him toward the brink again, but he wants to mark her properly this time. Hauling her up by the arms, he lifts her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pins her to the wall, sliding back inside her with a shared gasp.

They move together now, frantic and feral, the shower’s roar drowning out nothing now.

Their grunts and her filthy encouragements of "Fuck my pussy, Alpha, fill me up!" are too loud not to be heard by the two audience members sitting in the room.

He laughs breathlessly at the thought, knowing he’s the one torturing his foolish brothers now. They honestly didn’t know their places.

However, Heidi’s words absurdly hot in their bluntness also tingles him.

"You’re gonna be the death of me, and what a way to go." He groaned melancholically.

Bending his head, he latches onto her neck, teeth grazing the already-scarred skin from past claimings. The bond thrums between them.

With a possessive snarl, he bites down once again and feels as her blood floods into his mouth, sending sweetness into his taste buds. That isn’t the only thing he felt—he feels her arch, her nails raking his back, and bites his collarbone in retaliation, the sharp pain exploding into white-hot pleasure. It tips them both over; she comes again, screaming his name while her body convulses around him.

Oh, how much he loves that scream, Morgan thinks as he follows. He’ll give anything to hear it all to himself all day, every day. He finishes by pumping into her with final, shuddering thrusts, his vision blurring as release crashes through him.

They slump together under the cooling water, breaths ragged, and their bodies entwined.

Heidi nuzzles his bitten shoulder and a soft whine escapes her. "You’re insane," she murmurs, but there’s affection in it, her lips curving against his skin.

"And you love it," he retorts, kissing her forehead. He turns off the shower, letting the sudden silence amplify their panting.

Wrapping her in a towel—though it does little to hide the flush on her skin or the marks blooming on their necks—he scoops her up, carrying her bridal-style toward the door. Time to face the music, he thinks, smirking at the inevitable ribbing from Darien and Grayson.

The bedroom door swings open, steam billowing out like a dramatic reveal. As they stepped inside, the first thing Morgan noticed was the absence of his brothers. Darien’s scent lingered faintly near the balcony, but Grayson’s was like... poof!

Completely gone. He smirked. Ha. That’s right. You couldn’t handle it. You had to run. Victory is mine.

Heidi’s brow furrowed immediately. She darted toward the balcony, the faint scent of Darien leading her. "Darien! What are you doing out here? Where’s Grayson?" she called, worry in her voice.

Morgan leaned against the doorway, trying his best to look casual, though inside, the butterflies in his stomach were dancing in victory. "Guess someone couldn’t handle your... vocal performance," he said lightly, gesturing vaguely toward the shower. "Grayson probably ran for the hills before you even finished your opening aria."

Heidi’s eyes narrowed, but her lips twitched at the corner. "He didn’t run for the hills. He must still be in the hotel somewhere," she said, scanning the room. "Darien, seriously... why are you out here instead of..."

Morgan cut in, wondering if she really doesn’t know or is faking obliviousness.. "Maybe he just needed fresh air. You know, to process what just happened in the bathroom. You were... thorough."

Heidi shot him a pointed look, and Morgan held up his hands in mock innocence. "Hey, I’m just stating facts. Purely observational." Inside, though, every nerve in him was alight with something far more dangerous than playful teasing. The thought that they’d fled because of him, because her screams had made them uncomfortable, made his chest tighten with a possessive thrill he didn’t dare voice aloud.

Heidi’s gaze softened slightly, lingering on the balcony where Darien’s figure crouched in the corner, arms crossed, jaw tight. "Darien... what happened in there? Why’d Grayson leave? Where did he go?"