<b>Chapter </b><b>143 </b>
<b>Xavier </b>
Layah slowed first, her paws sinking into the damp moss at the pool’s edge, breath steaming in the cool Underworld air. My chest went tight when I saw her properly, her body fuller, the curve of her belly carrying our pup clear even in her hound form. Maddox
stirred hard inside me, teeth bared not in threat but in hunger, primal and reckless. Nothing drives him madder than that sight, our mate, swollen with life, radiant even under shadows. But we keep careful. Always.
Maddox prowled closer, circling her, yful growls rising in his throat but softened,
tempered, made gentle. He lunged, but it was no real attack, just a roll of muscle and
weight as he softly tackled her to the moss and pinned her with his chest. His nips
weren’t meant to bruise, just touches at her ear, her throat, the ruff of her fur, teasing, worshipful, reverent of what she carried.
Haiden, Levi and Noah joined in, their hounds folding close, pressing warmth around her without ever crowding. It wasn’t roughhousing anymore, not like before. It was guarding. in motion, primal y stripped down to careful devotion. Layah huffed, tail thumping, paws batting at them one by one as if to scold them for fussing, but her eyes glowed
proud, knowing. Then it was too much for her to hold, and in a shimmer of light she shifted. Envyy beneath us, human again, breathless and flushed, dark hair spilled across
the moss. Her dress clung damp to her skin, the curve of her belly undeniable as she looked up at us, her four Alphas, her Kings, her shadows and her fire. Pinned, surrounded, imed. My mate. My queen. My everything. Maddox pressed forward through me, hungry, and I let him. Because gods help me, nothing was more beautiful than her there, carrying both our child and our kingdom, smiling like she belonged to the moment and to us. And every one of us, hounds and men alike wanted her exactly like that.
I shifted first
bones snapping clean into ce until I stood tall over her. The grin split across my face wasn’t just victory, it was possession, triumph, hunger. My brothers moved in sync without needing to be told, their hounds circling once, then folding into the grass like loyal sentries, eyes gleaming as they watched and waited. The air was thick with their restraint, but their intent pulsed against the bond we all shared. I stripped my robe and let it fall carelessly to the moss, the fabric already forgotten as I dropped to my knees before her. My hands found her calves first, warm and strong under my touch, sliding upward<b>, </b>savoring every inch of milky skin until I reached the soft swell of her thighs. Her scent shifted in the air, sweeter, sharper, enough to make my fangs ache. I leaned down,
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reverent<b>, </b>and kissed where my hands had been, first one thigh, then the other, slow and deliberate<b>, </b>my mouth mapping her as I pushed her dress higher with every touch.
“Rip it off her. I want to see her naked.” Levi’s voice cut through the link, low and certain.
My lips curved against her skin. I let the ws push through my fingertips, the sharp edge humming with want. One smooth drag down her side, then the other, and fabric gave way like it was made to be torn. The dress fell in ribbons to the ground, useless now. I sat back on my heels and looked at her, our queen, our mate, our everything. She was bare and breathtaking, the soft rise of her breasts, the flushed curve of her thighs, the swell of her belly carrying our pup. My hand trembled once as I slid it over that curve, reverent, possessive, aching with a pride so raw it nearly gutted me.
“Fuck,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else, though they all felt it through me. “Pregnancy suits you, little mate.” My thumb circledzily over her skin, tracing the quiet
kicks beneath. A vow settled hard in my chest, one I knew all of us shared. <ol><li>tipped my head back to drink her in again, body already tight with the urge to take, to </li></ol>
im, to breed her full until she carried us a thousand times over. A lifetime of pups, of
swollen bellies and nights like this, where shey beneath us, glowing with the proof that
she was ours. And gods help me, I’d spend every breath making it so.
I took my time with her, settling myself between her legs and she hooked them over my shoulders and I licked slowly, right through her core, circling her clit before moving back down and her breathy moans filled my ears like a reward. She gripped my hair and pulled
me closer as her back arched and I continued top up her pleasure, her sweet pussy riding across my tongue like she couldn’t sit still. She guided me right where she wanted me, taking what she needed and when I pulled back for a moment she whimpered. I smirked at her and slid two fingers inside that pretty pussy, before lowering my head again. Licking while my fingers pumped in and out of her. Her pussy baring down on me like she wanted to suck me in and keep me there forever. She pulsed around me and I knew she was close, so fucking close, but that orgasm was mine, I wanted to ride it with her, to feel it on throbbing cock. I pulled my fingers free and she growled, actually growled at me, making meugh.
“I’ll give you what you need, little mate.<b>” </b>I whispered, low and husky, as I pulled my cock free from my pants, not even bothering to take them all the way off. <b>I </b>lifted her thighs, settling them over my shoulders and push myself into her slick, wet heat. Her moan was louder now, needy and it filled me with such pride and pleasure. Fuck, the feeling of her
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