Page 40 of Claimed By the Damned

Drake flipped on the lights. “You’re kidding me, right?”

He had just told Zeke the night before that he needed time to get his head right about the whole mate thing, and yet, he brought her here, to the one place he thought would be safe from her for a while. It pissed him off, though he wasn’t sure if it was because she had spent the night or if it was because a part of him was jealous that he hadn’t been included.

Last night, he realized that part of him did want this, but there were so many reasons why it would be a bad idea.

“Jesus,” Knox groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Learn to fucking knock, asshole. Some of us are trying to get some sleep here.”

Amara made an adorable sleepy noise and flopped back down against the pillows, draping her arm over her eyes to block out the light. Her hair was messy as if they’d literally been fucking all night, which only fueled his anger even more.

“Is this why you left me at the bar last night?” Drake growled between clenched teeth. “To get some ass?”

Knox grinned, rolling Amara onto her side so he could grip her ass hard. “Maybe. But it’s such a nice ass.”

Amara snorted.

“You can’t just skirt your responsibilities now that you’re mated.”

“Watch me,” Knox said simply.

Amara nudged Knox. “Be nice. He has a point. If I had known you guys had to work, I wouldn’t have come over.”

At least, one of them had a head on their shoulders and understood the meaning of responsibility. He wondered if she really meant it though or if she was lying to defuse the obviously tense situation.

“We have employees for a reason, Drake,” Zeke reminded him, speaking for the first time since he entered the room. His eyes were still closed, and he was still snuggled up against Amara’s side. “We don’t have to be there all night, every night.”

“They need constant supervision, Zeke. Do you not remember what happened when we took a two-day vacation? One of our bartenders got drunk in the back room and passed out. Or maybe you don’t remember since I’m the one who had to clean up all of his fucking puke.” This wasn’t really about the employees, and he knew it, but how else could he describe how angry he was to find her in his home when he’d just had the discussion with Zeke?

“That’s why we hired a better bartender,” Knox said.

Amara sighed and pushed herself into a sitting position. The movement made Zeke grumble. “Alright. Clearly, you guys have some things to figure out. I’ll head out and let you do that. I need to get ready for work anyway.”

Knox pulled her back down and buried his face in her neck, nibbling her skin as his hand snaked up her shirt. “Stay,” he ordered, cupping her breast.

Drake watched as her nipples pushed against the shirt, sharpening at the attention, and he looked away, still angry and upset.

“I really shouldn’t,” she muttered, though she didn’t fight him very hard. “I was already out all night.”

“Then there’s no harm in staying for a bit longer,” Zeke said, trailing a hand up her thigh.

“For fuck’s sake,” Drake growled.

“No one is making you stay,” Knox told him with a smirk.

He should leave. He should, and he almost did, but when Amara’s legs parted wide for Zeke’s hand, he couldn’t help but be rooted to the spot. She moaned when his fingers brushed against her clit and arched her back when Knox sucked on her nipple through her shirt.

Zeke slipped a finger inside of her, and when he lifted his hand out from beneath the blanket, it was dripping wet. If his cock wasn’t already hard, it sure as shit was now. Zeke then went on to whisper something to her in Spanish before sticking them back in and beginning to finger her.

Drake was slammed with the scent of her arousal. It permeated the air around him, making it hard for him to think clearly. He was intrigued by how receptive she was to them when she had fought them on this for so long.

Once again, he tried to get himself to leave, but his body just wouldn’t move. He couldn’t even bring himself to look away from the scene beginning to play out in front of him. Instead, he was rooted to the spot, his wolf clawing to get free so that he could join.

Amara reached under the blankets on either side of her hips and she must have grabbed hold of their cocks because they both groaned. The sheets began to move as she worked her hands up and down their lengths.

He couldn’t help but fantasize that her hand was around his cock, stroking him, bringing him all sorts of pleasure, and before he knew it, his hand was squeezing his length through his shorts.

“Like what you see?” Knox asked him, lowering the blankets and grabbing her leg to spread them further, giving him a better view of Zeke’s fingers moving in and out of her tight little pussy.

Involuntarily, he groaned at the sight, stroking himself faster and harder through his shorts. The material was creating an odd sort of friction, but as he did so, he remembered the way it felt to be inside of her. Truly, it was all he ever thought about when he was alone.

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