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Only when she released Knox’s neck did he let go of her, wearing the cockiest grin Drake had ever seen while her blood dripped down his lips. He was proud of what he had done, and that pissed Drake off. Once a shifter’s mark was in place, there was no going back. Knox had just fucked everything up for them, and he didn’t even care.

Drake growled angrily, grabbed Amara by the neck, and yanked her off of the guys. She cried out as he slammed her against the mattress, cum leaking from both of her holes. The sight of Knox’s bite mark infuriated him, but he couldn’t tell if it was because he was pissed or jealous that he hadn’t marked her himself.

He moved between her thighs and slammed into her pussy relentlessly. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He pounded into her, not caring if he was being too rough. He was so angry that he didn’t give a shit. This was her fault, and he was going to punish her for it.

He clamped a hand around her throat, not enough to kill her but enough to show her how mad he was. Her nails raked down his arms, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

“Dude, relax,” Zeke said.

“You’re going to break her,” Knox added with a chuckle.

But neither made a move to stop him despite their words.

“I’m not going to break anything,” Drake admitted, rage dripping through every word as he bit them out. “She’s loving this. Aren’t you?”

She nodded against his hand, making him smirk. She didn’t need to verbally answer. He could feel her pussy ripple around his cock.

Drake’s eyes fluttered for a moment at the feel of her. She felt too damn good, better than he imagined she would. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t smart, but he couldn’t help himself.

His eyes flew open when his gums pricked and his canines ached to emerge so that he could mark her too. But he wasn’t stupid. He would never let it get that far.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands going to his back as if to draw him in closer to her. He didn’t allow her to. He didn’t want there to be any misconception about what this was. This was just sex, a means to an end. There would be no emotional connection or ‘bonding’. She meant nothing to him.

Or so he kept telling himself over and over again with each pound of his hips against hers.

He felt the return of the tingle in his spine, but he kept his rhythm. He knew she was close, too. Her legs were quivering around his hips like trembling leaves in a fall breeze. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Her back arched off the bed, and a strangled moan escaped the back of her throat as she did what she was told. The sight of her coming undone sent him over the edge. His fingers had to leave bruises as he dug them into her curves and pumped all of his cum into her sweet, tight pussy.

When he was finished, the only sounds left were his and Amara’s deep breathing. Only then did he survey her body. A red mark was circling her throat, and puncture marks from his fingers marred her hips.

He bowed his head, realizing what he had done and what she could take it to mean. Immediately, he pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. He quickly snatched his clothes from the floor and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

He was angry with himself for being so damn weak. He should have been able to resist her.

Snarling at himself, he stomped to his room and headed for the shower, hoping she would be gone by the time he was done. After he turned the shower on, he stepped under the spray of cold water and punched the tile, not enough to crack it but enough to feel the pain in his knuckles.

Knox fucking marked her. Claimed her as his. It meant she was going to be around, and having her around would not only make things difficult for him, but she’d mess up everything they worked so hard for. Their independence. Their dreams. Their jobs. Their anonymity.

Everything.

And he fucking hated it.

Chapter Seven

Amara

An hour had passed, and Amara had yet to move from her spot in between Knox and Zeke, even though she knew that she should. She literally couldn’t. Her body felt heavy and more satiated than she had ever been in her life. Her arms and legs felt like spaghetti, and her holes throbbed from being taken so roughly. Even her neck ached due to Drake’s hand, and she was sure it would bruise. But still, her wolf had never been happier. Which was entirely the problem.

She clutched the sheet to her chest, her mind trying to come to grips with what she had done. She had just had sex with three guys. At the same time. It didn’t matter that they were her fated mates; it was wrong for so many reasons.

If she decided to follow through with this, if she chose to be with them, she would have to leave her pack. Pack life was all she had ever known, what she had grown up with. It may not be the best life with her father being the kind of guy he was, but from what she was taught, it was far better than living life as a rogue shifter.

She was very close to several in her pack, and she didn’t want to leave that family behind. However, pack shifters were not supposed to mingle with rogues, which meant that she would be cut off from everyone and everything she had ever known. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure she could live like that.

A bang from the other room caused her to glance at the door. Drake was seemingly in his room now, slamming shit around. He was angry, she could tell, and that made her feel worse than she already did.

In fact, a part of her felt used due to how he acted toward her. There was no emotion behind what they had done. While Zeke and Knox had been rough, there had been more behind it than just sex. And Knox had marked her, had claimed her as his. With Drake, it felt angry, like a punishment, but she didn’t know what she had done to warrant one.

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