Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers-Chapter 554: The Special Show (IV)

Warning: Mature content in the Chapter

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Evaline:

I knew I would forget the way River looked at me in that moment.

The screen cast a soft glow across the room, pale and intimate, and I was still suspended somewhere between last waves of pleasure and catching my breath when my eyes met his.

His posture had changed from relaxed to taut, every line of him focused, intent. He wasn’t rushing. He was watching me like I was the only thing anchoring him to the world.

My body answered before my mind could catch up.

Kieran was still there, still moving inside me, still grounding me with every slow, deliberate thrust. His forehead rested briefly against mine, his breath warm, uneven, his eyes dark with devotion and restraint.

"Evaline," he whispered, like saying my name was a prayer he needed answered.

Oscar’s arms tightened around me, his chest solid against my side, his presence a constant warmth. His lips brushed my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His hands were steady, reassuring, keeping me tethered while everything else threatened to dissolve.

On the screen, River’s breath hitched.

I could see it... the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes never left me. His hand moved with slow, deliberate intent over his length, but it was his expression that undid me. There was no embarrassment there. No distance.

Only want.

Only connection.

The realization that he was unraveling simply by watching me... by seeing me like this, held and cherished and completely open... sent another shiver straight through my spine.

Kieran felt it.

His rhythm shifted, deepening, growing more urgent, like he had sensed the exact moment my control started to slip again. His grip tightened at my hips, anchoring me as the tension inside me coiled tight once more.

"Stay with me," he murmured, his voice rough now. "Just a little longer."

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could obey. My hands clutched at Oscar’s arm, my fingers curling into his skin as sensation flooded every corner of me.

The sensations were becoming too much and a part of me wanted to ask Kieran to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop... not until he made me come one last time tonight.

My breath came in broken gasps, my awareness split between the man inside me, the man holding me, and the man watching from miles away with my name etched into every line of his focus.

River’s lips parted.

A soft sound escaped him... low, involuntary... and something about that broke the last fragile thread of composure I had left.

Kieran’s breathing grew uneven, his movements losing their measured restraint as he followed me closer to the edge. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his voice barely audible now, every word shaped by effort and need.

When he finally came undone, it was with a quiet sound against my skin, his entire body tensing as he pressed closer, holding me like he might fall apart if he let go.

On the screen, River followed seconds later.

I watched his head tip back, his eyes closing as he crossed that invisible line, his expression raw and unguarded in a way that made my chest ache. He said my name... softly, reverently... and that was it.

The world shattered.

I came apart with a gasp, my body arching instinctively, the sensation sweeping through me in waves that left me trembling, breathless, and utterly spent. Oscar tightened his hold just in time, his arms a safe place to collapse into as everything finally ebbed.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

We were all just breathing.

Recovering.

Existing in the quiet aftermath of something intense and shared.

Eventually, River shifted on the screen, a slow smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t smug. It wasn’t teasing.

It was soft.

Content.

"Good night, love," he said gently. "Sleep well."

My heart did something warm and stupid in my chest.

"Good night, River," I replied, my voice still a little unsteady. "Sweet dreams."

He lingered for half a second longer, eyes flicking briefly to his brothers before the call finally ended, leaving the room wrapped in a calmer, dimmer quiet.

The shift was immediate.

Kieran eased back carefully, his touch gentle now, reverent, like he was afraid of disturbing me. Oscar pressed a kiss to my hair, then another to my temple, his hands smoothing slowly over my arms in a grounding, comforting motion.

"You okay?" He murmured softly.

I nodded, already melting into him. "More than okay."

They moved with practiced ease after that... quiet, unhurried. Kieran pulled the covers up around us once he was done cleaning me up with the wet towel. Oscar adjusted the pillows so I was comfortable, supported on both sides.

The academy bed was small, barely meant for two people, but somehow the three of us fit. I was cocooned between them, Kieran’s arm draped protectively over my waist, Oscar’s hand resting warm and steady against my back.

Kieran pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead.

"Still ours?" he murmured, a hint of teasing warmth beneath the vulnerability.

I smiled, turning my face into his chest. "Always."

Oscar chuckled softly, his breath brushing my ear. "Good. Because I’m not done yet."

I laughed quietly, the sound muffled between them, my body heavy with contentment and exhaustion. Their hands kept moving in slow, absent patterns... tracing my arm, smoothing my hair, grounding me with touch that asked for nothing in return.

Just closeness.

Just connection.

My eyelids grew heavy before I even realized it. The warmth of their bodies, the steady rise and fall of their breathing, the quiet safety of being held on both sides... it all blurred together into something soft and irresistible.

The last thing I felt before sleep claimed me was a kiss pressed to my temple... and then another to my shoulder... and the quiet certainty that I was exactly where I belonged.

Wrapped in the arms of my mates.

Safe.

Loved.

And drifting peacefully into sleep.