Page 16 of Claimed By Rage

Ah.

“It wasn’t about sex,” I realize, grinning. “You don’t actually want to fuck him.”

The relief I feel is surprising, but I don’t focus on it for too long. The man on the ground has stopped moving and groaning, which means it’s time for Rage to stop fucking his shit up. “Brother,” I call out, shuffling closer with Celia, “turn around. She’s right here waiting for you.”

Celia jerks her head back and digs her nails into my arms to try and pry me loose, but although I’m not as strong as Rage, I’m still stronger than her. I can hold her down just as easily as my brothers—or, well, close enough. They may have the muscles, but I have the stamina to outlast them all.

“I amnotwaiting for him!”

It’s like her voice breaks Rage out of a daze. He rises to his feet and turns toward us, his body coiled tight, and closes what little distance remains. His hands are the first part of him to touch our Beauty as he cups her face. The bruising along his swollen knuckles stands out against her honeyed skin. When he brushes his thumbs over her cheeks, he leaves smears of bloodin their wake. He exhales harshly as he stares into her eyes, and without warning, he slams his body into hers—ours—and claims her mouth as his own.

She makes this outraged sound, but he swallows it down with a groan of his own. My arms are stuck between their bodies with no hope of pulling them free, so I do what I do best: I meddle.

“Let him in, beautiful. He needs you.”

Her body goes rigid, and I try not to roll my eyes. They’re both wound tight like they’re the ones fighting each other, when all they need to do is give in. My hands are locked in place, so I kiss the curve of her neck instead of running them down her body like I desperately want to.

There’s a creamy fucking pussy waiting for my touch.

“I know you like how strong he is,” I murmur, licking salt from her skin. “Touch him, baby, feel his strength. Put your hand on him.”

When she moves her arm, it’s a stiff, jerking motion, but her hand lands on his bicep.

“Good, now rub his muscles. They worked so hard to protect you.”

I know that Rage wasn’t in full protection mode like I’d told her—he was staking his claim as much as anything. Making a point to the club—and to Celia—that she’s off-limits. But in the end, he still saved her from a lousy-ass time getting fondled by some rich dude with too much pride and not enough sense. She has to understand that. We are here for her in every possible way, and I don’t even know what those all are yet. I just knowthat it’s true.

We’d do damn near anything for this girl.

I don’t think she’s learned that lesson, though.

Celia follows my instructions, however, rubbing her palm up and down Rage’s arm in these slow, hard, tense strokes, and as his muscles relax, so does her touch. Their kiss shifts beforemy eyes, becoming less like two walls slamming together. They soften in tiny increments, first with their touch, then with their kiss. He reins in some of his residual anger and softens his kiss, and she parts her lips to meet him. Her hand travels up his arm to his broad shoulders, and he slides his bruised fingers into her hair.

My cock is rock fucking hard wedged against her ass. I could cut diamonds with this fucking thing. A ripple of jealousy for my brother makes it hard to swallow, but I know I’ll get my turn. First, they need to work out whatever the hell is going on between them, or else Ruin and I don’t stand a chance.

Rage could ruin this entire operation before we’ve even started running with it.

For now, all I can do is encourage the two of them. “That’s it, baby, doesn’t that feel good?”

She moans, andgod,do I wish it were for me.

They kiss for a few heated minutes, until finally Rage pulls away. There’s this dazed look in his eyes, almost like he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. Celia is heavy in my arms, and I push her into my brother’s. “Take her,” I tell him, “and be gentle.”

I don’t think he knows how to be gentle, but he needs to try. Just like she needs to stop fighting him so damn much.

The spell breaks over both of them the minute I release her, and she backpedals into my chest. “I’m not going anywhere with him,” she declares, an edge to her voice that I thought Rage had kissed out of her.

Rage responds in kind, his jaw clenching as hard as his fists. “Yes you are. You’re mine for the night.”

“I don’t belong to anyone!” Celia pushes away from both of us. “That’s the fucking point! I get to choose who I’m with, and I’m sure as hell not choosing the two of you!”

“It’s too fucking late for that,” Rage hisses, “because youalreadychose us. Or do you need a reminder of what that lookslike?” All the tenderness in his gaze sharpens in an instant, the little lovestruck smile on his face replaced with something sinister. “Yeah, I think you do.”

Celia backpedals straight into our youngest brother, Ruin. She shrieks as she collides with his chest, suddenly blocked on three sides. I don’t know when Ruin arrived to our little party, but he appeared at the perfect moment, like he always does. The fucker has a knack for timing.

“Put her on her knees.” Rage snaps open his belt with a jerk of his wrist. “She can choke on my cock until the lesson sinks in.”

“You’ll blow your load before then,” I warn, shivering as excitementzingsdown my spine. It’s like electricity whenever Celia gets her mouth on you. I know for a fact that Rage will come way too soon if she puts in the work. Hell, even if shedoesn’t.The man is strung so tight that an accidental graze might set him off.

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