Page 37 of Claimed By the Damned

When he finished, she reached for the soap to wash herself. However, Zeke grabbed her wrist, causing her to look up at him questioningly. “Let me,” he murmured.

Nodding, she pulled her hand back, and he gathered soap into his palm as she turned around. He then slowly began washing her, taking his time over every sensitive area on her body, which stirred her arousal once more. It was funny. She had never been this horny before, but she just couldn’t seem to get enough of the guys. One touch was all it took to have her practically panting for more.

She also couldn’t help but think that he was doing it on purpose, and when his cock grew hard again, she knew it to be a fact.

Amara rested her head against Zeke’s shoulder as his soapy hands began kneading and circling her breasts. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her, as he kissed the side of her neck.

“Zeke?” she heard Knox call from somewhere inside the apartment.

Zeke growled softly, his hand dipping down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. “A little busy,” he called back to him. “Come back later.”

Just as his fingers began circling her clit, the bathroom door opened and Knox strode right in. “Drake is looking for you.”

“He’s a little busy!” Amara snapped, causing Zeke to chuckle breathily against her skin.

Knox suddenly popped his head into the shower, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ll tell him to fuck right off then,” he stated simply.

Grateful for his understanding, and the fact that she wouldn’t be denied an orgasm, Amara closed her eyes once more as her entire body started to come alive just from Zeke’s hand. Her hips began to move of their own accord, her ass grinding against Zeke’s cock as she rode his hand, hurtling closer and closer to release.

Less than a minute later, another naked body was pressed against her front. She could feel his erection against her thigh as his big hands moved up and down her curves. Her eyes fluttered open to see Knox looking down at her, heat in his eyes.

“Does little bunny need to cum?” he muttered.

Her whimper was her only answer. Between the two men and what they were doing to her, tension was already building in her lower abdomen.

Knox claimed her mouth while Zeke’s teeth nibbled on her neck. Goosebumps rose across her skin, despite the warm temperature of the water. Knox flicked her nipples and pinched them at just the right times while Zeke continued to circle her clit in lazy strokes that matched the strokes of his tongue along her neck.

It was almost too much, but her body had lost all control, and she moaned into Knox’s mouth as she came so hard that her entire body went limp against her men.

Both guys finished cleaning her off before they got out of the shower. Then, Zeke dried her body while Knox worked on her hair. Once the three of them were dried, Zeke headed into the bedroom to pull the covers down on his bed while Knox carried her out of the bathroom and settled her into the middle of the mattress. The guys climbed in after, and they tucked into Amara before almost immediately falling asleep in a tangle of limbs, clothing be damned.

Chapter Sixteen

Amara

Despite being extremely comfortable, Amara stirred in the middle of the night because her bladder was screaming to be relieved. For several moments, she refused to admit that she was awake, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being cocooned in her mates’ arms. They were warm, and she felt safe, and she tried to snuggle deeper only to realize that someone was missing. She didn’t have two mates in bed with her. Only one.

She had fallen asleep in between Knox and Zeke, both of them crowding her so much that she worried she wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. Now though, while Zeke was snoring softly next to her, and as her arm searched the other side of the bed, she found that it was noticeably empty and cold. It was as if Knox had gotten up a long time ago.

She popped open her eyes and frowned, not enjoying the fact that he randomly disappeared on her. Where could he have gone?

Making a split-second decision, she shimmied out from underneath Zeke’s arm and climbed off the bed. When she reached the middle of the room, she bent to pick up Zeke’s shirt off the floor and slid it over her body. Quietly, she tipped-toed to the bathroom, fully intending to find her missing mate after she was done.

She washed her hands, took one look at Zeke, who was still sleeping peacefully, and slipped out of the room.

The apartment was dark and quiet with only the sound of the air pushing through the vents. She passed by Drake’s room and peeked her head into Knox’s. The bed was a mess, but it was empty.

Brows furrowed in confusion, she continued down the hall.

As she stood with her hands crossed over her chest in the living room, her confusion only deepened when she found the rest of the apartment empty. She was just about to go find her phone and call him when she noticed that the curtains leading to the balcony were swaying in a subtle breeze. The breeze kicked up for a moment, moving one curtain to the side and displaying a leg on the other side. By the tattoos, she knew it was Knox.

She crossed the living room and stepped out onto the balcony. The cold night air wrapped around her, and she hugged herself tighter. Knox was sitting in one of the chairs, unfazed by the cooler weather, dressed in only gym shorts. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and she was just about to announce her arrival when he bent forward and snorted a line of powdery white substance off of the small table.

She took a step toward him. “What are you doing?”

His face had a relaxed expression as he turned his head in her direction. Even in the night, she could see that his pupils were dilated.

He leaned back in his chair, resting his spine against the back and his arms on the armrests. “Relaxing. Want to join me?” He was calmer than usual. Too calm.

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