Page 8 of Not a Pawn

“Sebastian, let me down. Now,” I demand.

It takes him a moment, but he steps back, a pained look on his face as I slip from the counter and back away from him, fixing my top in the process.

“That was highly inappropriate,” I say, fiddling with the door handle behind my back so I can get the hell out of this confined space as he stalks closer.

The moment I exit the closet I know I am saved. Standing in the doorway to my room with his blue gaze glued to me is Julian.

Chapter Five

Done Holding Back

Sebastian

It’s done. I can’t hold back from touching and tasting her any longer whether Julian agrees with me or not. Having tasted her skin, I know what I have been missing these past ten torturous days, not to mention the hundred years before that.

I know my brother wants her to come to us on her own, but her mind is holding her back. Our mate is within our grasp, and I honestly don’t understand why we should be holding back. She is ingrained in me, in my soul, and I can’t stand to be away from her yet near her any longer.

I could smell her cunt all the way down the hall. She wants me, or him, or both of us if we are lucky, but I don’t care anymore. It is time to claim our mate. Or at the very least push her in the right direction.

I watch her run to my brother, plastering her delectable body to his front and wrapping her arms around his middle like he is her savior. That’s bound to give him a big head, but she’ll realize her mistake soon enough. Julian is just as desperate for her as I am.

“Are we really doing this?”Julian asks through our mind link.

“Smell her, brother. She is beyond aroused.”

“I know that but—”

I cut him off.“Stop thinking of excuses. It’s time to give all of us what we want.”

Julian smirks at me before turning his attention to Harlow. “What is the matter, little one?” he asks tilting her head back so he can look into her eyes, a faux look of concern gracing his features.

“Your brother has gone mad! He accosted me in my closet.” She pouts and the sound goes straight to my straining cock.

I watch with a smirk as my brother frowns before speaking. “Can you blame him?”

“What?” She tries to pull away.

“You can’t expect us to live in the same house as you, see you parading around in revealing outfits, and not expect us to do something,” he explains, gripping her hair in his fist.

“You bought those outfits!” she counters loudly.

“Yes. But there are less revealing items,” he muses, running a finger along the string around her neck.

“Julian,” she whispers. “Please don’t do this.”

“Why not?” he questions. “It’s clearly what you want.”

“I don’t,” she cries out. “I want to leave. You said I wasn’t a prisoner.”

“And you aren’t,” I say as I approach. “But you made a deal.”

I spin her, pulling her back against my front, my hard cock digging into her ass. She may say she doesn’t want us, but the fact that she wiggles her barely covered, delectable derriere against my erection says otherwise.

“You can’t do this!” she objects. The words may be loud but the infliction is feeble.

“We can. And we will,” Sebastian replies.

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