Page 110 of Nest Of Lies

I howl and pull at his neck, pulling him down to me. He thrusts harder and faster, forcing more and more of himself into me. The pressure builds and builds until, all at once, he’s inside me.

I’m stretched too big. It’s too much. He thrusts forward, just rocking, and I detonate. I cry out, wordlessly, screaming as I arch around him, holding onto nothing as I freefall into a world of pleasurable pain.

Zaden’s roaring, his tendon’s standing out. I see it at a glimpse, and I feel him inside me, but my body keeps milking, keeps clamping around him, drawing it out. Demanding more that we both have to give.

Demanding everything.

I look into his eyes, and I know I’m his forever.

I surrender to the heat.

I wake up witha start, my heart pounding, but my head clear. I sit up and freeze when I find a very naked Valen curled around Ianto. They are both deeply asleep.

My mouth is so dry, but the edges of sleep are fading fast. I look down at myself. I’m covered in bruises.

Instead of being alarmed, my body reacts with a languid coiling that makes me squirm.

Someone snores, and I whip around, finding Mills and Ranger laying on the other side. In sleep, they look peaceful. I could stare at them for hours. For a moment, I linger, almost convincing myself to lie down with them.

I close my eyes and try to remember the last thing that happened. Nicky died.

That sobers me. I scramble up and carefully slide down the bed until I’m on my feet staring at the four alphas in the bed.

Malone.

What happened to Malone? Did they find him?

I edge backwards.

Andy and Bailey. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. I feel sick. The horror washes over me again.

These aren’t my alphas.

Oh, fuck.

I close my eyes, and flashes hit me, one after the other.

Tears run down my face as I wake. A piteous cry slips out, and Ranger’s there, hugging me as he slides inside me, easing the ache. He moves over the top of me. Kissing me deeply, pulling away only to whisper words I long to hear.

“I love you, Lia. You’re perfect. So tight. Beautiful, beautiful girl.”

I cling to him the way I’ve clung to no one. As desperate for his knot as I was for his words.

I watch Ranger sleep, my eyes wide and my fingers pressing against my sternum as if they will stop the ache.

My eyes drift to Mills, and I remember sitting on him, impaled by him, palming my own breasts, as Ianto pushed into me from behind, taking my ass. The feeling of fullness and my cries turning the atmosphere carnal.

I feel like a goddess and nothing and no one is going to stop me from taking what I need.

“Oh, fuck, Lia,” Ianto growls, thrusting deeper as he kisses across my back.

Fingers glide up my body, touching me in places I’ve never been touched.

I sob for breath as their knots pin me in place, and then I scream.

It is the sweetest sound.

I’m trying hard not to hyperventilate. I turn and see the wall, and another memory slams into my mind.

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