Page 7 of Sold to the Alphas

He kissed like he led—firm, controlled, and all-consuming. His hands came up to frame my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheekbones as he kissed me with a precision that left no room for uncertainty. He didn’t rush, didn’t push, but the intensity behind it made my knees weak. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was a claim, a declaration, and it left me breathless.

Finn’s hands slid down my arms, his lips trailing across my shoulder. “Do you like this, little omega?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing growl.

I couldn’t answer, my words stolen by August’s mouth moving against mine. I let out a low growl, a sound of protest that was quickly swept away when August nipped at my lower lip. Anyresistance melted into a moan, and I felt August’s lips curl up in a triumphant smirk against mine.

“Use your words,” Finn coaxed, his teeth grazing my skin.

“Yes,” I growled. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Finn chuckled, the sound vibrating through my back. “So defiant, omega. We’ll work that out of you, I promise.”

His teeth sank into my shoulder—just a teasing bite that barely stung—before he pulled away again, pressing his lips against the mark. The gesture made me squirm, the combination of sweet and claim almost more than I wanted to deal with, and then Finn’s lips were pressed against my ear, and his voice was low and seductive.

“Now, nicely, omega. Do you like this?” he asked.

August’s gaze burned into me, and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering when Finn nipped at my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.

“Yes,” I finally whispered.

“That’s better,” Marshall said, standing before me. He studied me, his gaze sharp and calculating, as if trying to decide whether this was worth the risk.

For a moment, I thought he might just turn around and walk away.

“You don’t have to—” I started, but he cut me off.

“Hush,” he said quietly.

And then he was nudging August to the side. His hand cupped my jaw with a roughness that made my breath hitch. He didn’t hesitate. His lips crushed against mine, demanding and unrelenting. There was no teasing, no softness—just raw, unfiltered heat. I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his grip on my jaw tightening just enough to ground me.

The towel fell away as their hands explored, each touch more insistent and possessive. Marshall’s kisses grew fiercer, his control fraying as he devoured my mouth. Finn was relentless, his hands mapping the curve of my spine, his lips and teeth teasing at every inch of exposed skin. August remained quieter, his mouth trailing heat along my collarbone and down to the hollow of my throat.

My senses blurred under the onslaught, and their scents—smoke, cedar, and something uniquely them—overwhelmed the remnants of Raol’s presence. The ache in my chest, the grief, the anger—all of it melted away under their touch. I could feel the bond between us protesting the presence of these new alphas, and I didn’t have it in me to fight it. It faded more and more with each passing second, aching and an enormous relief all the same.

“You’re ours now,” August growled against my lips, his voice rough with possessiveness.

Before I could respond, Finn’s broad chest pressed firmly against my back. His hands came down on my shoulders, firm and unyielding, holding me in place as his mouth lowered to the curve of my neck. “Not fully yet,” he murmured, his voice rough against my skin. “But soon.”

His hands slid down until they found my hips, turning me to face him. His eyes roamed over me, hungry and unrestrained, as if he was already planning his next move. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice dropping lower as his fingers tightened on my waist. “You like this more than you want to admit, don’t you?”

“I—” The denial caught in my throat as August stepped in. “Move,” he growled, his eyes blazing as he grabbed Finn by the shoulder and again took his place before me.

With a sly smile, Finn retreated and held out his hands in a gesture of simulated submission. “All yours.”

Marshall leaned in, his lips grazing my ear, and August’s hands spread around my waist, holding me firmly against him. “You can lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. “But we can smell the truth on you.”

The words made me flush, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning softly as August’s hands slid up to cup my breasts. Marshall moved closer behind me, and the feeling of being pressed between the two of them so firmly made me squirm.

“Oh no, you don’t,” August murmured. His thumbs teased over my nipples, coaxing them to hard peaks, and I groaned when he captured them between his fingers and clamped down. The sudden burst of pain made me whine, and Finn chuckled softly, reaching out and brushing his fingers down my cheek as Marshall buried his face in my neck.

“You’re not getting away from us, Omega,” Finn said, practically bouncing on his feet. The mildly unhinged glint in his eyes was back when I glanced over at him, but I couldn’t find it in myselfto be alarmed at the sight of it—not when Marshall’s lips were brushing teasingly up and down the column of my neck, and August was still toying with my nipples, sending heat down to swirl low in my belly and making my thighs clench together.

“Oh,fuck...” I closed my eyes and groaned, and just as fast as I did, Finn’s grip on my chin tightened until it was almost painful, and my eyes snapped back open again.

He grinned at me, his eyes glittering. “That’s right, Omega. Eyes on us. Make sure you know what alphas you’re submitting to.”

Then he leaned forward and crushed his lips against mine, snarling as I whimpered at the sudden assault on my senses. So much was happening everywhere, and I didn’t know what to pay attention to. Marcus’ teeth on my neck, nipping stinging marks up and down as he gripped my hips firmly, the hard length of his erection pressing up against my bare ass. August, and the authoritative way he commanded my body, teasing my nipples and then sliding his hands down my belly when he’d decided that I’d had enough.

Or Finn, who kissed me like he was starving for me, like I was the air that he needed to breathe. Like I was the only thing that he wanted.

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