The notion didn’t disturb me. Not when, in my previous life, in my family’s religion, we had a ‘channel’ to god too. Kali Sara was our saint. She whispered our prayers in His ears, or so we believed in the Romany culture.

The totem was an impressive obelisk that had loomed over the pack for centuries, a silent sentinel overseeing all generations, playing witness to our weaknesses, our strengths, our downfalls, and our successes. Through it all, it was there.

She was there.

Which was probably why it was weird that I enjoyed fucking my men here.

If Lidai was a dirty bitch like me, she probably got off on seeing us doing the nasty—well, if anything I did with Ethan, Eli, and Austin could ever be considered nasty, that is.

Of course, that was when Austin decided to bring my attention back to where it needed to be.

I bit back a moan as he nibbled my ear, his dick running through the folds of my sex.

The move had me arching my back, the crown of my head digging deep into the soil beneath me as I used it as a fulcrum to arch even further. I didn’t want him to go anywhere, loved him exactly where he was, but my body was hyper-sensitized.

Had been ever since I’d gotten pregnant.

I shuddered as he let his lips drift down over the curve of my throat and whispered, “Austin, baby, please.”

If there was a plea in those words, then so be it. I wasn’t ashamed to beg for what I wanted from him, what I needed.

His chuckle set a wave of reaction whispering through me, down my nerve endings, until it felt like each one was on fire.

Once upon a time, I’d had fibromyalgia, so I knew what it felt like for my nerves to be backfiring on me, but that was an acute kind of torture that was nowhere near pleasurable.

His lips curved down over the ripe swell of my breasts—they’d always been the first ‘asset’ a guy noticed, but since I’d gotten pregnant, they were getting bigger and the guys loved them.

I swear, I could just sit there, jiggle my tits a little, and Austin would get a boner.

Thinking I’d test that in the morning, I grinned to the sky, cosseted by the rays of the moon as it seeped into my skin, loving how the earth itself seemed to embrace me as one hand speared into the dirt beneath me, while the other dug into his back. Immediately, the magic of the circle, the protected place where the pack gathered and the totem guarded, turbocharged everything.

His dick ground into me, and I moaned louder as he rocked his hips harder, faster. A shudder whispered through me every time he nudged my clit.

“Fuck!” I hissed, my hand dropping down to spear my nails into his butt, hoping to make him grind into me exactly where I needed him.

Damn that man, it didn’t work.

His lips tugged at my nipple, settling there to suck down harder. I was half-terrified that one day, he’d do that and milk would spurt out, but so far, so good…

I groaned as his mouth traced over to the other one, making gooseflesh surge and fall along my skin, heightening the pleasure, making it rebound around my being as if it was a stray bullet ricocheting inside me.

Then, something in me snapped. “Enough!” I rasped, and with a strength that stunned me, so it sure as hell had to stun him, I flipped him over.

Around me, the pack of natural and not-so-natural wolves howled and weaved around the circle, making me feel like this was a pagan display of joy at our union.

When I flipped us so he was on his back and I was straddling him, I didn’t even grin down at him, smug with success. Instead, I ground myself harder into him then slipped his cock where it needed to be—inside me.

My head tipped back, my long hair trailing down my spine, tickling the upper curve of my butt as I felt his dick fill me fully.

His hands grabbed my hips, and he urged me into moving at a pace that was definitely for him.

Not for me.

Instead of doing as he asked, I grabbed one of his hands and encouraged him to rub my clit. As he did, I blew out a breath as sparks danced behind my eyes, but that was nothing to when he surged up, his mouth back on my tits, the angle changing and shifting with his new position.

A shriek escaped me when he bit down on my nipple, and I groaned as I dug my nails into his shoulders, unable to stop myself from bowing my head, scenting his throat, and digging my teeth into him there.

He chuckled at the fierceness of my bite, but he didn’t say anything as I carried on, hard, grinding my teeth into him so I knew I’d leave bruises.

The scent of him, his pheromones, flooded my mouth. He tasted better than an ice cream sandwich made with Phish Food, and as I enjoyed the smorgasbord, he began to jerk his hips up so that he could fuck me while I contented myself with his taste.

When I came, our bodies were twisted together, so close there wasn’t an inch between us, so close that we were a tangled knot in the moonlit spot before the totem, in a magical circle that had remained hidden for centuries and would remain so for a million years.

When the fire stopped simply burning my nerve endings and blazed into an inferno I couldn’t control, I groaned long and low around his throat, enjoying the way the pleasure whipped at me, firing me up, never letting me down…not until he came.

I could feel his cum pelting me, every spurt coating my womb. I knew that sounded crazy, knew it should have been impossible to feel that, but I was hypersensitive, just awaiting the moment when his knot would appear, when it would burrow into me and take root.

A sharp cry escaped me when it did, lodging in deep, fast, and hard, and I let go of him, feeling like I was being pelted with more bullets as the exquisite agony of his knot sent me soaring higher, until I wasn’t simply dancing in the moon’s rays, but was up there flying among the stars, him at my side. Forever at my side.

I groaned when I came down, but his knot kept throbbing, like a damn vibrator that sent every part of me twitching as the pleasure didn’t abate.

When he rolled us over, I still felt sensitive and overwhelmed, so I clung to him, my knees burrowing into his hips as I kept us tied together, even as he took some of the weight off me and my belly.

“I swear, I love being with you in bed, mate, but here? Fuck.”

A weary, shaky laugh escaped me, and I hid my smile where I burrowed away, still loving his scent, needing it close to me. Where I’d bitten, the blood rushed to the surface, and I could feel the throb of his heart, not only where our chests touched, but where our sexes were joined, and at his throat where I’d injured him.

I slumped a little, exhausted and fatigued, but overwrought with energy too.

It was always weird having sex here.

Regenerative but strenuous.

The best caffeine drink in the world as well as the best Valium for the most delicious night’s sleep ever.

Of course, that had been before I was pregnant.

I knew it sounded crazy, but I was pretty sure my mates’ dicks had minds of their own. With one of their seed having taken root, the knots never lasted as long as they usually did, and forty minutes later, I pouted when the throbbing deep inside me began to lessen and we eventually broke apart.

When he slipped out of me with a gush of our mutual arousal, I felt the slick fluid drip between my asscrack—the wet spot sucked—and felt the circle accept it like an offering.

No, I didn’t know that it was an offering, I just knew that every time this happened, I felt stronger. The whispers in the circle, hushed sounds that were audible only to me, the mental voices of each pack brother and sister, were clearer in my mind. Sex here deepened my ties with my pack. Made me more aware of all the nuances that Eli, Ethan, and Austin needed to run it smoothly.