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Putting all his weight on his elbow, he ran his hand up her thigh and growled when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He continued his path under her shirt, up her ribs, and skimmed the side of her breast. Her nipples hardened beneath his touch and poked through the shirt, rubbing against his chest. When she didn’t stop him, he cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth and, as a reward, he ground his cock against her clit.

Every instinct inside of him was telling him to fuck her, to claim her. It was such a primal need that he slipped his sweats down and shoved into her without a second thought. Her back arched from the sudden intrusion, but their lips remained locked on each other’s.

As he started moving inside of her, he realized how different this was from the last two times he had fucked her. There was more behind it than just the need to get off. This time, he had every intention of claiming what was rightfully his. What had always been his.

Her nails clawed at his sides as his mouth swallowed her delicious moans. Her pussy clenched and squeezed around him in such a way that it nearly had him seeing stars. It was as if she were made for him, and he guessed, in a way, she was. With that though, he grabbed her thigh and hiked it up over his hip, giving him the ability to go even deeper with every thrust.

Her hips moved in time with his, her moans increasing in frequency and volume, which spurred him to pick up the pace. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, making her clench around him, and he groaned in response.

His gums pricked as his canines slipped out, his instinct to claim her kicking in. Her tits bounced in time with his thrust, his name tattooed over her heart, and he couldn’t stand it any longer. Just as he was about to ask her if this was what she truly wanted, if he was what she truly wanted, she lunged forward and sunk her teeth into the side of his neck before he could say anything at all. He moaned loudly, pumping into her harder and faster, and he could feel the tingle at the base of his spine that told him his orgasm was close.

After a few moments, Amara released him and tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He didn’t waste any time in biting her, and when he did, she screamed at the same time her pussy milked his cock. He gripped the headboard, trying like hell to cum before her orgasm was over, and it snapped beneath his strength. With just a few more hard strokes, he came with a roar.

Drake collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her. All of a sudden, they both heard loud, thunderous footsteps down the hall, and his bedroom door was knocked off the hinges. Both he and Amara looked toward the door to see Zeke and Knox standing in the doorway. Knox was completely naked while Zeke was wearing a pair of pajama pants. Both their sets of eyes were blazing, canines and claws out, as if preparing for battle.

“Uh, hi, guys,” Amara said, suppressing a giggle. “Where’s the fire?”

Both Zeke and Knox took in the scene before them. He watched as their eyes tracked their nakedness, the now-broken headboard, and the fresh bite marks before they both smirked.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, we thought he was killing you,” Zeke chuckled.

Amara giggled again, her cheeks blushing. “Nope. Not dead. Very much alive.”

“Wait, why the fuck would you think I was killing her?” he growled once Zeke’s words had pierced the fogginess of his post-fucked brain.

“Oh, don’t mind him. As you were,” Knox stated, leading Zeke back into the hallway.

As they disappeared farther down the hall, Drake heard Knox shove Zeke before he said, “Pay up, bitch.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Zeke

As he slid out of the booth, Zeke laughed at something Knox said. He shook his head as he made his way to the bar and flagged down Drew, their head bartender. Drew threw the towel onto his shoulder, the one he’d been using to wipe down the counter, and grinned at Zeke.

“Having a good night?” he asked.

Zeke swayed a little. “So far. Three more shots.” He held up three fingers, and Drew nodded before fulfilling his order. As he did, Zeke looked back at their table.

All three of them were drunk. After Amara left this morning, they made plans to celebrate. In the beginning, they hadn’t set out to get wasted, but that seemed to be what had happened, and the night was still early.

Drake had finally claimed Amara, and Knox was now clean, which gave them reason to let loose tonight. Things had been tense there for a while, and he was grateful that was no longer the case.

Feeling euphoric, whether that be from the alcohol or this turn of events, he breathed deeply and let it out slowly. He finally felt like everyone was on the same page about everything.

The sound of the shot glasses clinking against the wood bartop caused Zeke to turn back around. “Celebrating?” Drew asked.

“Yeah.” His grin widened.

Drew chuckled. “I can tell. At this rate, I’ll have to carry the three of you upstairs. What are you celebrating anyway?”

Knox and Drake not being dumbasses anymore. He almost let the words slip out. Instead, he puckered his lips for a moment. He couldn’t tell him that, because they were his bosses, and he couldn’t tell them the full truth either. “Stuff,” he said instead.

Drew laughed and shook his head a little. He slid the shots over to him. “Alright, I get it. None of my business.” He crossed his arms, the smile on his face lighting up his eyes. “Let me know if you need another.”

Zeke grabbed the shots and headed back toward their booth, dodging other patrons. It was a miracle he didn’t spill any with how drunk he was, nor how many people bumped into him as he tried to skirt around them. The bar was busy tonight, but that wasn’t going to stop them from having a good time.

As he eyed their booth, it looked a little empty without Amara squashed between them. He hated the fact that Amara had to go back home. He had gotten used to her staying at the apartment with them, but he understood. Now that they were all in this together, they needed to start figuring out what they were going to do about her father. They couldn’t keep going this way, and they needed her with them. Living separately just wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

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