Page 64 of Claimed By the Damned

“I kind of like the idea,” Drake replied, gently grasping her chin and kissing her.

Amara smiled the first real smile of the day, her hand cupping Drake’s cheek. “You guys are terrible.”

Taking that as the go-ahead, he slid her panties to the side and slicked his fingers with her arousal before circling her clit.

Zeke used his thighs to spread her legs further apart. Despite her concern, they were in the far corner of the bar, it was dark, and what they were doing to her was hidden beneath the table. As long as she stayed quiet, no one would know.

Amara’s body instantly began to relax against Zeke. The tension in her muscles eased as she leaned back. Zeke nibbled his way up and down her neck, causing her eyes to flutter closed as her lips pressed into a thin line to keep herself quiet.

Drake began whispering in her ear before his hand joined Knox’s. He slipped a finger into her and began pumping in and out as Knox continued his slow assault on her clit. All three of them knew exactly what buttons to push to drive Amara over the edge.

Amara kissed Drake hungrily before then turning to him. With his free hand, he gripped the back of her neck and slammed his lips against hers.

As he continued to kiss her, Amara’s hand slid up his thigh before gripping his cock in her fingers. He growled low in his throat, and judging by the sharp breath that Drake sucked in, she had done the same to him. At the same time, she was gently grinding her ass against Zeke, driving them each just as crazy.

The four of them were lost in their own little world, completely oblivious and lost to the sensations they were all feeling when they suddenly became aware that they were no longer alone. Someone cleared his throat, and the four of them looked up to see five guys standing around the table. At the sight of them, Amara went rigid.

“What the fuck do you want?” he growled, upset that they had been interrupted before they could make their little mate cum.

He assumed that they were random guys at the bar, looking to cause some trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. But then he caught a whiff of their scent and realized that wasn’t the case. They were shifters, from Amara’s pack no less, and knowing that immediately sent him into fight mode.

“I think you know why we are here,” one of them stated before focusing on Amara. “It’s time to come home, Amara.”

Zeke instantly slid her off his lap and into the seat beside him as Knox and Drake both rose out of the booth. A few of the guys backed up a step when they spotted the look on his face. He may not be able to get to her father right now, but he was more than happy to use these guys to send a message should the need arise.

“She is home,” Drake retorted.

The second guy rolled his eyes. “You guys really don’t want to take on Brad. Just give us the girl, and we will be out of your hair.”

Knox laughed as he bounced on the balls of his feet. It had been a while since he had been in a brawl, and he was just itching to do it again. And so was his wolf. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. So, what are you going to do about it?”

The third guy with the group was just as giddy and excited as he was. “Is this the kind of bitch you are, Amara?” he asked. “You going to let these guys fight your battles for you?”

Knox snapped his fingers in front of the guy's face, hoping to piss him off enough to make him take a swing. “Hey, fuckface. You don’t get to talk to her anymore. She’s no longer your alpha’s property.”

“No one leaves the pack without Brad’s say-so,” the first guy said. “And he will not allow Amara to leave us for a pack of mutts.” He took a step forward, toward Drake, and his eyes narrowed. “You really don’t want to fuck with us. We’ve been given permission to tear this place to the ground.”

Their gazes turned to Amara as she rose out of her seat behind them. He wished she would have stayed in the booth where it was safe and they could protect her, but he wasn’t going to be the one to stop her. He knew better. Besides, a part of him wanted to see what she was capable of.

“I’m an adult. He doesn’t get a say in what I do anymore.”

“Adult or not, he’s still your fucking alpha, bitch,” the third guy sneered, snatching her wrist and yanking her against him. Knox, Drake, and Zeke growled a warning in unison. “You’d do well to remember that.”

“Let. Me. Go!” Amara growled deeply as she kneed the guy in the crotch before he or the other guys could react.

At that moment, Knox was pretty damn proud of her. He, Zeke, and Drake had been more than ready to step in, but watching her stand up for herself was sexy as hell. Suddenly, he was torn by the desire to fuck the shit out of her, making these assholes watch as he claimed her again, and kicking the shit out of them for trying to take her from them.

The bar around them fell quiet, and all eyes turned in their direction, reminding him that they weren’t alone. The air became charged, strained, like it always did before a fight. The tension fed Knox’s beast, which was already pacing anxiously inside of him, waiting to be set free.

“You bitch,” the guy wheezed just as he lunged for Amara again.

This time, Knox reacted faster. He pushed Amara behind him and shoved the guy back hard enough that he fell to the floor, clutching himself and groaning in pain. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

Guy number one turned to him, his lip curled in a snarl. “That was a big fucking mistake, asshole. In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s more of us than there are of you.”

“Care to find out how that’ll end?” Drake taunted, his eyes flashing with his wolf.

“Get them,” was all the first guy said before all hell broke loose.

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