Page 30 of Hunt

Silas's eyes darken, his jaw ticking with barely restrained rage. "So now they want to sell you off to some random pack?”

I take a slow sip of my drink, the smooth burn of the alcohol doing little to ease the icy dread settling in my stomach. "Just like Rosa.”

My stomach turns with the thought of my sister. Sold to the Russian pack only for them to turn around and sell her to a gentleman’s club instead of mating her. She was drugged up and dancing for shitty alpha criminals back in Oregon and there was nothing I could do about it. Not yet at least.

“What happened to your fucking face?” Silas spits suddenly. He stands and strides towards me, dipping a napkin into his drink before setting the glass aside.

Silas presses me into the cushion with one hand as he takes the wet napkin and wipes my cheek with it. The white napkin comes away covered in makeup.

Silas’s eyes flare bright with rage. “Did someone fucking hit you?”

I try to turn my face away from Silas's intense scrutiny but he grips my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his furious gaze. The other three men go deathly still, the tension in the room ratcheting up to a suffocating degree.

"Who. Hit. You. Belladonna?" Silas demands, enunciating every single word with careful slowness, his voice low and dangerous.

I swallow hard, my eyes flicking to the door. Part of me longs to bolt, to avoid this conversation and the painful reality of my situation. But I know there's no escaping this, not with four overprotective men hellbent on getting answers.

"It was Liam," I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "If I fuck up and stop following orders, they’ll hurt my mom."

Hector rises to his feet, towering over me with barely restrained fury. "That fucking bastard," he snarls, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I'll rip his goddamn throat out with my bare teeth."

Dante's eyes blaze with lethal intent, his voice a menacing growl. "Not if I get to him first. No one lays a fucking hand on our omega."

The raw possession in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, even as a small, traitorous part of me thrills at being claimed so fiercely.

Our omega…

Silas scoops me up into his strong arms without warning, cradling me against his broad chest. I let out a small gasp of surprise as he strides purposefully across the lavish suite towards the massive king-sized bed dominating the space.

He sets me down gently on the plush comforter, the luxurious fabric cool and smooth beneath my heated skin. The other men follow close behind, their gazes smoldering with barely restrained hunger as they surround the bed.

Silas leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head. His silver hair falls forward, brushing against my cheek. The crisp, clean scent of him invades my senses—sandalwood and pine and pure, virile male.

"Forget the auction, Bella," he says intently, his golden eyes burning into mine. "It's not going to happen. You're not a fucking prize to be sold off."

His words kindle a fragile spark of hope in my chest even as trepidation winds through me. "Silas, you know it's not that simple. My fathers?—"

"I don't give a flying fuck about your fathers," he snarls savagely. "They lost any right to you the second they laid a hand on you. You belong to us now. I'll slit the throat of any alpha who tries to take you from us."

The tension in the room snaps. The men descend upon me, their eyes alight with primal hunger.

Dante reaches me first, his large hands skimming possessively over my curves as he claims my mouth in a searingkiss. His tongue delves past my parted lips, tasting and exploring with skillful strokes that leave me breathless.

Silas and Hector work in tandem, their deft fingers making quick work of the zipper on my dress. The slinky fabric slithers down my body to pool at my feet, leaving me bare except for a scrap of black lace. Silas groans appreciatively at the sight, his golden gaze raking over my exposed flesh like a physical caress.

"Fucking exquisite," he rumbles, cupping my breasts in his warm palms. His thumbs brush over my nipples, coaxing the sensitive buds to aching peaks. "I could worship this body for hours."

Hector presses against my back. He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of my neck, no doubt leaving a collar of passion marks in his wake.

"Every inch of you was made for pleasure," he purrs, his voice dark and honeyed. "And we're going to take our fill until you're drunk on it."

Sam crowds in close, his hands joining Dante's in their sensual exploration of my body. His teeth graze my earlobe before he whispers filthily, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about the way you taste, Bella. How tight and wet you felt around my cock. I'm going to bury myself so deep inside you, you'll be feeling me for days."

A needy whimper escapes my throat at his dirty promises, my core clenching with want. Slick begins to gather between my thighs as the musky scent of aroused alpha grows thicker, saturating the air.

Silas's fingers hook in my panties and with a sharp tug, the flimsy lace gives way. Cool air kisses my heated sex before Silas's long fingers delve between my slick folds, finding my clit and circling it with devastating precision.

A choked moan spills from my lips and my head falls back against Hector's shoulder, my hips rocking into Silas's touch,seeking more of that delicious friction. Fire licks through my veins, my skin feeling too tight for my body. I'm lost to pure sensation, drowning in the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure.

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