Those In The Forest

Part 27: Hazel

What does one do in this situation? Jump for joy? Scream to the heavens? I have no idea. I seem to have forgotten how to breathe, so I doubt screaming to the heavens will help.

          Reagan remained frozen in front of us. Her hands were over her mouth. Her eyes were comically wide.

          Chain links. Our mating mark is chain links. What does that even mean for us?

          I could hear all of our heartbeats beating at a record pace. Reagan's a bit faster. She doesn't seem scared. I can't smell any fear. Any regret. Just a lot of... arousal? What the fuck is happening?!

          We all sat in tense silence. I figured the consummating of our mating would have happened during our ruts, not eating her out.

          I held in a smile at the memory. This is a serious moment. Thinking back to last night and how she rode my face chasing her orgasm... is not ideal at the moment. But what a fond memory.

          Her wafting out her desire to be fucked right now isn't entirely helping.

          She dropped her hands. They were shaking. Rose reached over and grabbed them. And I was thankful for it. I need to stay very, very still, or I might actually fuck her into the mattress.

          "W-what do we do now?" she asked, her voice shaky and small.

          Before any of us could answer, we heard very fast footsteps coming toward our room. One small sniff told me it was Karina.

          She barged into the room, startling Reagan. Right, she couldn't hear her coming; damn sure couldn't smell her coming.

          Karina looked at us, then at Reagan's back, when our mate decided she was safe, and turned back around toward us. Karina tsked.

          "Hearing last night's fornications, I thought it was just a bit of fun. It seems your bodies really wanted each other. It's official: you're now all mated." She said, a little tense.

          Her eyes were pinned on Reagan's back. She tilted her head, assessing the mark and what its design meant for us. "Runts, downstairs. Now." her tone left no room for argument.

          Despite our recent marketing and not wanting to leave Reagan, that was an order from our Elder, and we needed to follow it.

          Slowly, we got out of bed, and immediately I smelled fear. When I looked over, Reagan moved at a record-fast pace and snatched Iris back down on the bed with her.

          "No!" She was panting. We all stared at her, confused. Karina more so than us. "Please don't take them," she begged.

          What the fuck is happening right now? Before this, she probably would have loved for us to give her some space to think about what just happened.

          Karina swallowed; I heard a light curse escape her lips. "Wait here." she said before leaving us."

          Reagan was in Iris's lap, cradling her head to her chest. Iris wrapped her arms around her waist, tracing her fingers over her lower back.

          "It's okay, Reagan. You're safe." Iris tried to comfort her.

          I frowned, even more confused. Despite our mating and an intense wave of new emotions, my lover's and I were fine. Reagan, on the other hand, is... wreaked.

          A few more seconds went by, and Karina returned with Celia. Celia assessed the situation before taking a careful step into the bedroom. I watched as her nose crinkled. The room smelled of sex. I'm not ashamed, slightly proud, honestly. Who am I kidding? I'm extremely proud.