Page 22 of Hunt

I’m lying to myself. Always fucking lying.

"Then tell us what youdowant," he purrs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Tell us who you belong to."

I shudder, caught between them, drowning in the intoxicating blend of their scents—whiskey and leather, smoke and spice. It would be so easy to give in, to let them take what they want, what my treacherous body craves.

But I can't. Not like this. Not when there's still so much unsaid between us, so much anger and hurt and betrayal.

I plant my hands on Silas's chest, summoning every ounce of strength I possess to push him back. He stumbles, more out of surprise than any real force, his eyes widening as I wriggle out of Hector's grasp.

"I don't belong to anyone," I say, my voice shaking but resolute. "Not to my fathers, not to the other alphas out there, and not to you. Not anymore."

Silas and Hector exchange a loaded glance, their nostrils flaring as they scent the air. My heat pheromones are growing stronger by the second, filling the small room with the intoxicating aroma of a fertile omega in need. I can feel it building inside me, a molten ache that radiates from my core, setting every nerve ending alight with desperate want.

"You may not think you belong to us, Bella," Hector says, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. "But your body seems to have other ideas."

I whimper, rubbing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing between my legs. They're right, as much as I hate to admit it. My body is crying out for the touch of an alpha—no, not just any alpha. It wants them, Silas and Hector, but also Dante and even Sam.

Silas takes a step closer, crowding into my space once more. The heat of his body washes over me and I have to bite back a moan. "Here's the deal then,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "We'll give you what you need, take the edge offso you can think straight. But in return, you promise that no other alpha touches you. Not tonight, not ever. You're ours, even if you won't admit it out loud."

My heart pounds as Silas's words sink in, his proposition hanging heavy in the air between us. I'm torn, caught between my pride and my body's overwhelming need. The rational part of my brain screams at me to refuse, to stand my ground and prove that I'm not some weak-willed omega slave to my biology.

But the ache inside me is growing more intense by the second, clouding my judgment, weakening my resolve. And beneath the anger and the hurt, there's a part of me that still yearns for them, that craves their touch and their affection despite everything that's happened.

“You want to fuck me in exchange for exclusivity?” I ask dubiously.

I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. "So that's what it takes, huh? A quick fuck and suddenly I'm yours again, off limits to anyone else?" I step back, putting some distance between us. "It doesn't work like that, Silas. You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to fall in line."

Hector frowns, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "This isn't about ownership. It's about keeping you safe. Do you have any idea what could happen if one of those knotheads out there got their hands on you right now?"

I bristle at the implication, even as a small, traitorous part of me thrills at their possessiveness. "I can take care of myself," I snap, lifting my chin defiantly. "I've been doing it for a long time now, no thanks to any of you."

Silas's eyes flash with anger and something else, something raw and pained that makes my breath catch. "You think we don't know that? You think it doesn't kill us, knowing what you've had to endure? What we couldn't protect you from?"

He rakes a hand through his hair, the carefully gelled strands falling into disarray. "Christ, Bella, you have no idea how much we..." He cuts himself off, jaw clenched so tight I fear his teeth might crack.

“You can’t even say it yourself,” I say with a bitter laugh. “You can’t even admit for one second that you might have been wrong about me. That maybe, just fucking maybe, my fathers orchestrated this entire thing, and we’re all marching along like good little soldiers.”

Hector moves quickly, so fast I barely have time to register that we’re nose to nose. His hand snakes behind my head and he fists my hair tight. “Then fucking do something about it, Belladonna. Fix this shit before I say fuck it and rip the throat out of every fucking male in their house until it’s only the five of us left reign over the fucking ashes.”

But before I can form a coherent thought, Hector surges forward, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. I gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to claim me. It's raw and desperate, a clash of teeth and lips and pent-up desire finally unleashed.

I moan, my hands fisting in his lapels as I pull him closer, my body molding to his like it was made to fit there. Silas growls low in his throat and then he's there too, his lips trailing scorching kisses down the column of my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point.

“Tell me to stop right now, or we’re going to fuck you on every surface of this room,” Hector growls against my lips.

I should tell them to stop. I should push them away and walk out of this room with my head held high. But as Hector's hands skim down my sides and Silas's teeth nip at my throat, I can't find the strength to resist. My body is on fire, every cell screaming for their touch, their taste, their knots stretching me wide.

"Don't stop," I gasp, arching into them. "Please, I need you both so badly..."

That's all the permission they need. Hector crushes his mouth to mine again as his fingers find the zipper of my dress, tugging it down with one swift motion. The delicate fabric pools at my feet and I step out of it, kicking off my heels.

Silas's hands are everywhere, skating over my ribs, cupping my breasts, teasing my hardened nipples through the thin lace of my bra. He unhooks the clasp with deft fingers and the scrap of satin joins my dress on the floor.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasps, his gaze raking over my nearly naked form with blatant hunger. "So goddamn perfect."

I flush under the heat of their combined stare, my skin prickling with goosebumps. Hector walks me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the plush leather couch. He gives me a light shove and I fall back onto the cushions, breathless.

I sink back onto the buttery leather, my heart pounding as Hector and Silas loom over me, their eyes dark with primal need. Hector leans down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as his hands roam my body, caressing every curve and hollow.

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