Who is Magpie?
Chapter 87- Marking

“Jessaaa,” he growled, his voice lower, more rough than usual, and it made her hesitate in her moans to turn to him.

“M'eudail?” She gasped in seeing his eyes and understood. “Alpha!”

He pulled his finger out, sucking on it while he maintained eye contact. Ezekiel’s wolf had taken over and Jessamine could feel her wolf fighting to do the same. She moaned uncomfortably, fighting against her wolf to remain in control.

With her sounds, Bronx’s more protective wolf took over, wanting to keep her safe against anything that made her unhappy. With him realizing fully why she whined so uncomfortably, he nuzzled into her neck, deliberately mixing their scents together.

“Mo coille?” She asked and he pulled back to show her his eyes. “Beta.”

“Don’t be confused, I am beta to my brother but I am just as much from alpha blood as you are, my moon.”

“It would be easier to use our names,” Ezekiel’s wolf growled low, anticipating something pleasurable. “I am Quoba,” he replied as he nuzzled into her neck.

Bronx’s wolf pulled back to look her in the eyes. “You can call me Bantu. Now let go,” he urged softly, stroking the hair from her face. “Let my Luna take over.”

Jessamine pouted. She had been excited and felt like they were cutting her off. “I thought I was your Luna.”

Quoba chuckled and kissed her head. “You are, but just as I am your Alpha, she is my Luna, and I want to complete our bond by marking her.”

Her wolf pawed desperately at the walls of her mind, and, as his lips met hers, her wolf won out. Eyes shifting black, this time not in anger but in desire, and she bit her lip while looking over them like she could see them through their clothes. Quoba groaned at the possessive nature of her look and she crooked her neck to the side, showing him her mating spot in submission.

He leaned in with approval, his hot breath above the area sending shivers through her. He felt her energy, feeling his Luna being more submissive, willing to please her mates and let them take the lead with nearly anything they wanted. She leaned in towards him as he tried to get his fill of her scent, her face angling towards Bantu for a capturing kiss.

At once, they both stopped touching her, and backed off the bed slowly. She moved to follow but Quoba held up his hand, signalling for her to stay, and then for her to lay back down. She listened, watching them closely. As similar as they were, they undressed in opposite directions with one starting at the top and the other the bottom, giving her optimal viewing pleasure.

She squirmed on the bed, watching them stretch their tensed muscles after tossing the clothes to the side. A small whimper got free as she waited for them to join her and their eyes moved to her quickly, radiating their own desire.

Moving to either side of her they both began taking turns pulling the pins from her hair to string it out around her head.

“What do we call you?” Bantu asked, pulling another pin.

Her throat felt tight, she had never felt shy before, but with her mates she felt nervous butterflies. “Leti.”

Both of them made appreciative sounds, gently continuing their preening.

When she moved to touch them, they sat up, moving their hard cocks better into view, but pinned her arms to her side. Jessamine would have struggled against them, but Leti waited impatiently, wiggling on the bed with her legs starting to get tacky from the unfulfilled attention.

“We love your hair like this Leti,” Quoba whispered, turning her face with his cheek and kissing her lips possessively.

His tongue slipped in passed her teeth and he pushed against her with no where she could escape his exploration. When he was done she was breathless but Bantu pulled her face toward him with the hand that released her arm and kissed her like he wanted her to press forward. Her hand moved up, tangling in his hair and pulling him down to her.

“I agree, it shows your free spirit.” Bantu agreed when they parted, running his fingers through it. He brought a strand to his nose as he spoke huskily, the desire growing the more her hooded eyes looked up at him.

Quoba moved over her legs, spreading them out as he sat between them. Bantu lowered himself to the spot on her neck again licking up her shoulder to her ear and nibbled on her lobe like he was trying to distract her. Quoba slipped his tip inside her, increasing the tingling sensation she got through the mark that rippled over her body as Bantu kissed his side.

A soft moan made its way through her lips and he couldn’t hold back, putting the remaining length in at once. “Leti, you should have told me you were so wanting.” He slid a finger along his length, pulling it out to reveal how wet she had become. “Next time, just beg for me.”

Leti gasped and moaned beneath his slow thrusts, arching her chest into Bantu’s face. “I’ve waited a long time to be claimed by my Alphas, I want to carry your pups..”

At the mention of babies both men slowed, their counterparts from within questioning heavily.

“What does Jessamine want?” Bantu asked, returning to touching her gently and kissing her neck.

Leti scoffed. “She’s worried she’ll be too pregnant to fight when we figure out their plans.”

“She’s right my Luna, we should wait so that you can defend yourself if it comes to it.” Bantu reflected returning to more rough touches and reaching down to rub her clit as Quoba returned to fucking.

“You keep telling Jessa she’s right and she’ll get a fat head to match her fat ass,” Leti exclaimed between languid breaths of pleasure, a little disappointed at not getting her way.

Both men chuckled, and Quoba reached up, trailing his fingers over her sternum to her neck, applying a slight pressure. “Jessa is right, you are a bit of a bitch.”

She groaned under the reminder of how they started out together, but it turned to a moaned as he quickened his pace. Sparks shot through her body as he hit that spot deep inside and he could feel her clenching around him as she neared the edge.

It got more difficult for him to thrust into her the closer she got, her breaths beneath his hand coming out higher in pitch, until she pulled him down to bite into her mark. Bantu’s hand continued to touch her, bringing her the rest of the way, when he pulled out to cum on her stomach as he bit into his own mark on her.

She quaked through her climax as Quoba moved to her side, their marks slowly healing back together. She didn’t have long to rest before Bantu’s arm snaked over her hips and flipped her over, perking her ass up into him as he moved behind her.

“Nothing wrong with a fat ass my love,” he whispered into her ear, first sliding his length between her cheeks before moving it down to wet between her lips.

Ezekiel may have been longer but Bronx was wider, making her feel stretched as he entered her for the first time. Quoba raced over to play with her breasts and nipples, while licking the blood off her shoulder from his deep bite. Her heart was already racing from the first high she still hadn’t come down from, as Bantu sent her towards another.

Her first climax had come from speed hitting her gspot inside and external stimulation, this time the thrusts held more power, swinging his balls to slap her clit every time he plunged inside her.

She cursed out loud as her muscles trembled against his strength. Even the light touches over her hips as he pulled her into him, and the gentle kisses and nibbles he peppered across her shoulders and neck had her calling out. Quoba moved her face to his for a deep kiss, recognizing the expressions and sounds she made when she was close.

“You need to turn her over,” Quoba informed and Bantu turned, growling lowly at him for interrupting his time with her. “If she can’t mark you at the same time she’ll pout,” he added warningly.

Bantu chuckled against her shoulder, feeling her tightening around him. “Is that so? Will you pout at me if I don’t let you bite me at the same time?”

She whimpered beneath him, nodding as she bit her lips to contain her ragged squeaks off pleasure. “Mmhmmm.”

He pulled out, flipped her over, and raised her injured ankle over his shoulder, kissing up her leg to the bandage as he leaned in and filled her middle again. “This will heal faster now,” he assured.

Leaving her leg on his shoulder, he was able to reach deeper than he had from behind, he could send an ache that she craved through her stomach. As she started clenching around him again he moved to lower her leg but she pulled him in, stretching her leg up by her ear as she sunk her teeth into his neck. He returned the bite, pressing the full length of his dick and body against and into her as he marked her shoulder the opposite of Ezekiel and Quoba’s.

She started to climax and he had to pull out, continuing to rub and massage her with his hand and fingers through her orgasm as he came on her stomach. It took her a minute to remove her teeth as she came down from the high, and he did the same, rolling to her other side as their chests heaved up and down.

“I love you, my mates,” Leti said out loud, speaking for both her and Jessamine. “I don’t care what they say as long as you’re both with me always.

Quoba had still been softly touching her skin, running his hands up and down different areas to watch her flinch with it and moan. “You are everything I needed my love, I will always be here.”

Bantu had brought her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles gently, as he continued to relax his breathing. “I lost my mate once, I will never let you go again, I love you.”

They could all feel their wolves emotions change, like they had been appeased through this and were ready to let their humans return to the drivers seat. Ezekiel was the first recover, sliding his hand down her side and between her legs.

“Hey,” Jessamine gasped, not having time to check who he was as he began touching her.

When his lips leapt to hers she knew who it was. “My turn,” Ezekiel moaned into his mark.

“Are you kidding?” Jessamine asked, moving to take her hand from Bronx and push Ezekiel’s hand away from her still sensitive crotch, but Bronx held her fingers tighter. “Are you teaming up on me?” She gawked, looking between them.

Bronx snorted. “My love, would you say we’re being mean to you?” He kissed the healing skin of his mark gently. “Do you want to punish us?”

She groaned, “add that to the list of things I regret saying out loud.”

“I told you already, we love it when you speak your mind.” Ezekiel chuckled.

He was already moving down the bed, moving in between her legs even as she tried to squeeze her legs together. “You two have work to do,” she argue, fighting against his strong arms that opened her legs so he could begin licking up her pussy.

With Ezekiel busy, Bronx answered, “we could feel this was right, and had a feeling our wolves would agree. We’ve already arranged to have the important stuff taken care of. You’re ours until dinner.”

“Maybe through dinner,” Ezekiel moved away from her for a moment to utter.

Bronx chuckled into her neck when she stilled. “She’ll need dinner, you’ve had her all to yourself for two weeks…”

“Bronteslav!” Jessamine gasped, feeling him pluck at her nipple as she stared into his languid eyes, like Ezekiel, ready to go again.

Ezekiel’s laugh was smothered between her legs, but the vibration sent sparks running through her stomach. “When did you tell her your full name?’

“When he was *gasp* trying to reject me,” Jessamine breathed, Ezekiel’s shock rippled through them both, an unexpected result of their joining, but Bronx moaned into her skin at the memory. “Don’t worry, Ezekiel has found the key to being forgiven, maybe he’ll share.”

The brother’s exchanged a look. “You’ll tell me what she was like in high school?” Ezekiel asked, and there was a nod and they bumped their knuckles together.

Jessamine moaned again, pure bliss running through her in feeling their connections through the bonds she had formed. “I’m feeling a little outnumbered here, you are definitely teaming up on me.”