Noah POV

SMUT WARNING

The cottage is the wrong word for it; it is more like a mansion, I think, as I walk around the place that was rented for us. It's a one-level house with a big bedroom, an open kitchen with a living room, and a hot tub on the huge terrace with a direct road to the lake, but the surrounding garden is enormous. I think we can safely shift and play in it unnoticed by anybody.

The house is luxurious, but thankfully mainly decorated in wood. The hotel in New York made me feel a bit awkward. Here, I still feel pampered but at least not overwhelmed.

Tonya's parents raised much above my expectations. I guess after all those years watching Alphas being nothing more than selfish, I wasn't prepared to be welcomed, to be made feel important. Of course, I knew that the way she was, Tonya couldn't be raised by bad parents, but although I knew she didn't care, I was still nothing but a rogue who came to her empty-handed.

"Why are you so sure you don't deserve to be spoiled?" she asks, wrapping her hands around me from behind as I stand watching the terrace from the big window. Charlie runs around the garden, watching and touching everything like a child who finally got a perfect treat.

I feel her lips on the back of my neck as she gently nibbles on it, making me moan.

"Why are you so sure I should be?" I ask, putting my hands on hers.

"Because you are mine," she whispers, making me smile." The fridge is full of food. Let's cook something together, and we can have a dinner with candles and some good wine."

I nod and go with her to the kitchen. Linus is agitated; he smells Silver's anticipation but also determination. I know that despite her calm stance Tonya is highly agitated and horny like her. I'm just sure that no matter what, I will wake up marked tomorrow, and Linus giggles eagerly in my mind, hearing my thoughts.

And yet, all this subtle teasing we are engaged in during our cooking is also very satisfying. The way we nudge our fingers when we pass cooking ingredients to each other as we coincidentally touch each other when we move around the kitchen counter. The way Charlie is licking a spoon when Tonya asks him to taste her souse. The way he lets me guide my hands, showing me how to cut vegetables, he knows better what should be done in the kitchen than I do.

We eat, talk about the baby, and come up with different names for boy or girl since we don't know what we are expecting, we joke and laugh a lot. Coziness, calmness, and feeling of belonging are overwhelming. 

I'm happy. Finally, I'm not afraid of admitting it. I'm so happy. I honestly wonder if my heart burst from my chest because of all that happiness. Werewolves are raised to believe that meeting your mates is a dream come true; my mother often told me how happy it makes you feel. But after her death, I brash it as a fairy tale, an illusion. Life meant enduring and surviving, not being happy. Significantly not as much as I am now.

They are so perfect, and I am not worthy of both of them nor being observed with so much adoration from both of them. When we almost finish eating, I have an idea to suggest a hot tube, but Tonya has an idea of her own. I've felt her thigh nudging mine all the meal, but now she puts her palm on it, squeezing firmly.

"Undress for us," she says slowly, making my excitation rise, as her wish is my command. 

 I stand up and slowly start unbuttoning my shirt, watching her eyes on me constantly. Charlie is sitting motionless, but his eyes also follow my every move. I wonder if he finds me very attractive.? My shirt falls to the floor, and soon, my trousers too. Tonya licks her lips as I stand only in my underwear, but the moment I touch the waistband of it, she stops me, saying:

"Take off mine."

She whispers that, making me shiver as I kneel, putting my hands slowly under her dress and pulling down her velvet lingerie as she still sits in her chair.

She doesn't have to ask for more as I spread her legs and start eating her. I feel her body getting tenser, her scent intensifying as she moans slightly, putting her hand in my hair, caressing it as my tongue dives inside her warmness. Linus is close; he wants me to hurry up and yet doesn't dare to be too pushy in front of domination Silver is spreading around. Subconsciously I just know Tonya is watching Charlie all the time; I can smell not only her lust but also his.

She stands up and turns back to me but front to Charlie, still sitting in his place by the table.

"Undress me, Noah."

Her underwear is long gone, and she doesn't wear any bra, so I only need to pull a sip on the back of her dress to let it fall, and she is standing exposed, wonderful, totally shameless—our Goddess of passion and lust.

"Do you want to taste me too, little mate?" she whispers, and Charlie nods shyly.

He stands up and comes closer to us. Tonya leans on my bare chest as I keep my hands on her hips; my lips are kissing her neck and gently sucking her ear as Charlie is fondling her with his mouth. Not stopping kissing her, I put my fingers in his hair and start gently caressing his scalp; the sounds he makes playing with his tongue and lips inside her labia are driving me crazy. She arches her neck, letting her head rest on my shoulders as she pants with her eyes closed. I finally understand what her plan is and how she intends to do it, where she intends to lure us as my other hand kneads her breasts.

When she orgasms again, Charlie raises his head to look up at us. He is so fucking sexy, with his lips moist and eyes shining.

"Let's go to the bedroom, my mates," she says, grabbing our hands.

We follow her, and Linus chuckles inside, enjoying being guided. As we enter the bedroom, Tonya lets our hands go to sit on the bed. I look at her graceful figure, resting her back on the soft cushions and delicate sheets. I'm hard as a rock, but still, this calmness and secureness that surrounds me make me want to go slow, to celebrate all this moment slowly and thoroughly. "I think Charlie is a bit overdressed," Tonya says, licking her lips as I follow her command.

Charlie doesn't protest as I stand behind him to pull his oversized T-shirt up; he raises his hands to help me. I put my hands on both his shoulders gently, kneading them and moving my hands down his arms and next to his waist. In contrast to touching Tonya, I don't feel sparks, probably because I rejected him, which I'm still so ashamed of.

Because of his baby bump, he is wearing sweatpants, so pulling them off along his underwear is easy, but I have to kneel. His perfect ass is dangerously close to my face, so I don't miss the occasion to suck a bit his ass cheek making him breathe harder, and standing up, I slide my hands up his back and next to his neck. I suck the spot in the junction between his neck and shoulder. The scent of his arousal attacks my nostrils, and I get rid of my underwear, too.

"Come to me," Tonya whispers, and we listen, climbing on the bed so we are on both sides of her.

She doesn't have to ask; we know what to do. I reach with my hands to her body, let them roam on her lower back, and down towards between her ass cheeks as Charlie is using his mouth to mark her chest and breasts; his fingers are teasing her nipples as I lick from her neck down her spine pushing my fingers inside her. She is wet; sparks from her fingers are jumping as she moves them on my thigh up and down and next to my hard length. It takes time. 

We take time. Caressing, kissing, moaning.

Soon both Charlie and I are grinding our hips, nudging our cocks between her legs. She kisses Charlie hungrily as my lips suck her neck and behind her ear, next she turns around her head to kiss me and gladly welcomes her tongue in my mouth. I reach with my hand towards Charlie, moving it on his chest and stomach towards his hips.

His face is between her breasts, and all of us pant hard as I allow myself to slip inside her. She releases the sound of satisfaction as she feels me whole inside her.

This is different from when she was in heat. This time, she lets me give us pleasure, accepts, and responds to my touch.

"Noah," she pants, resting her back on my chest; we both are lying on our sides, me behind her as I grab her thigh with my hands to lift it slightly.

"Come, Charlie," we both say at the same time, and he obeys.

I feel his cock sliding beside mine, rubbing it as Tonya's muscles stretch to let both of us inside her. For a moment, I fear it is painful because she screams. But these are not sounds of pain but pleasure. I feel Charlie's hands on my hips as we hold our mate between us, thrusting in her.

My senses are highwire. Every touch of the skin, lips, every spark jumping between us is overwhelming. I have never in my entire life felt like that, overwhelmed with pleasure, drunk with happiness.

I move my hips fast, enjoying the friction with Charlie, enjoying his palm on my arm, enjoying the sound of moans as he assaults Tonya's neck and collarbone with his lips and teeth. He looks at me with his gorgeous eyes as I suck on Tonya's shoulder and the same time, pinching his nipples.

We pant, we kiss each other, and we are lost in movements of our bodies, touching, caressing, roaming on our skins, biting and digging nails, whispering or screaming sweet nothings. This is madness, madness, and ecstasy so intense. Linus is pushing to the front, howling for his mates. I feel Silver close the same as Rufus; Charlie's eyes shift, and his fangs start extending.

 I pick up my pace, relishing some control to Linus. Tonya grabs my neck and presses me more into hers; I feel my orgasm coming as Charlie howls and sinks his fangs in the crook of Tonya's neck; at the exact moment, I do the same on the opposite side. Tonya screams in ecstasy as both Charlie and I cum.

There are no sounds for a moment despite our hard breathing and hammering of our hearts. But if I think it's over, I'm wrong. Despite our bodies tangled in each other, Tonya manages somehow to get on top of me, and she puts her mouth on my length and starts sucking fast. I inhale sharply, arching my neck; Charlie is behind Tonya, diving his fingers inside her, stretching, I'm sure, her second entrance.

Very quickly, I'm hard again; very soon, she straddles me and takes me inside her again. I press my fingers in her clit as she kisses me hard and rough. I don't mind. She stabilizes herself on her hands over me as Charlie enters her from behind, his fingers roaming on her arched back. 

Skin slaps at the skin, and screams of pleasure echo around me as she moves her hips fast, taking Charlie and me inside her. At this point, I neither know nor care where my body ends and their starts. I don't think my mind is blank, oblivious to everything that is happening around me except the proximity of their bodies and souls. I feel hands caressing my torso, but I'm not sure whose hands they are; I feel nails piercing my skin and lips bruising my body; I don't care who they belong to.

My senses are on fire when I feel two sets of canines sink in the junctions between my two shoulders as I reach my orgasm again. My whole body tenses, and I'm marked. Marked but not satisfied not yet. This is not enough; we still need more, all of us. We still want more.

Again not sure how, but soon Tonya is on her back with her legs spread wide for Charlie, who thrusts in her; they kiss each other hungrily as I grab my mate's ass cheeks to separate them so I can enter him. He moans and starts to shiver as I fill him up till the end. Bending over him, I look into Tonya's eyes and never want to look away. 

Charlie is perfectly trapped between us as we move our hips fast; I pull his hair slightly, forcing him to stop kissing Tonya so I can take hold of his lips myself. My tongue enters his mouth; my lips move, almost devouring his. My one hand rests on his belly, and I feel Tonya's on it, too.

I feel something building up inside me as minutes go by, but my thrusts don't get any slower. I stop kissing Charlie and push him into Tonya; she pulls him closer, burying her nose in his neck as I do the same.

Charlie screams his orgasm as we both sink our teeth in him, and I finally feel the bond solidified, complete, and mended. Finally, everything that went wrong is right. Finally, I'm home. Finally, I have everything I will ever need.