Page 20 of Frenzy
Naja laughed, and Finlo gave Bonnie a betrayed look. “You swore that you wouldn’t tell a soul.”
Bonnie just raised an eyebrow. “That was before you got all he-man up in here.”
I looked between the Alphas and Bonnie. “Mine,” I growled.
Gatlin, whose power may have rivaled mine, looked at me impassively. “Bonnie belongs to herself. When she says she’s yours, then I’ll respect it. You don’t just take what you want—that isn’t how it works in Maxton.”
Naja began to giggle, then her giggle turned into a full-blown belly laugh. “Says the man who stole me from a stripclub in nothing but a thong?” My sister looked up at me, the mirth leaving her face as she gave me a dead-eyed stare so like my own. “You force her into anything, I will castrate you and wear your balls as earrings, got it?”
I swallowed down a laugh and nodded. “You have my word.”
Gatlin stared at me a little more, and I met his eyes, refusing to look away. If we battled for dominance, it would be a close thing. Finally, he nodded his head.
“Okay, let’s see if we can’t help you wrestle leadership of the Manix from that crusty old fuckbag.”
Well. Okay then.
12
Bonnie
While Gatlin kept Courtland busy talking logistics and gunpowder plots, I snuck away to find Radic. Every part of me tingled from Courtland’s Beast trying to claim me in front of Gat and Fin, and I needed to shake it off.
Fucking Alphas. They confused everything. I needed to find Rad and figure out what was going on—between us, in the town, I don’t know. I was so damn confused. But mostly, I was horny and I needed relief, before the lustful wench inside me took over completely and I no longer had any control.
I saw him sitting in the office on his laptop, probably wrangling the town from his position of Beta. He’d always been so underappreciated. It wasn’t the Alpha General, or even most of the Legion Generals, who kept things afloat in town. It was Radic, from his pokey little office, making sure people were fed, things were done, and that our people got what they needed to survive.
I stepped into the office and shut the door. Radic looked up, his eyes widening a little. I must have looked like a hot mess, but I didn’t care. He was out of his chair and around the desk in a split second, and I was dragged against a hard chest.
I lurched for his lips and we slammed together, his hands clutching at my ass as his tongue tangled with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck because my knees felt weak. I was so fucking ready; I’d been walking around in a constant state of arousal since Courtland and Pryce had taken off their shirts in the foyer.
We had so much to talk about, but the words had escaped me at that moment. When he picked me up and deposited me on the desk, all thoughts were gone. He dragged my blouse up over my head, and lifted my breasts from my bra. My nipples were achingly hard as he wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked hard, making me arch closer to his face.
“Radic,” I breathed, and he hummed, sending a thrill of pleasure right down to my clit. “Please.”
He pulled me off the desk, undressing me quickly, then lifted me back onto it, his body positioned between my thighs. Pushing me back onto my elbows, he dropped to his knees, dragging my ass to the very edge of the desk. Wedging his shoulders between my knees, he dived into my pussy, sucking my clit until I was bucking against his face. God, I was so close already.
A throat cleared near the doorway, and I sat up, snapping my thighs around Radic’s head, making him grunt. Ah shit.
“Sorry,” I murmured, before looking around his head at Dominic standing in the doorway. He was clutching his dick, which seemed rock hard behind his zipper.
“Is this a private meeting?”
I looked down at Radic, who was still on his knees between my thighs. His eyes were red-hot with lust, but he mouthed, “Up to you.”
I looked at the heavily tattooed shifter who was still lingering in the doorway. He hadn’t stepped any closer, wasn’t trying to force his desires onto us. And he was hot as fuck. “Take your shirt off,” I murmured, and the grin he gave me made me impossibly wetter. Radic groaned, leaning forward again to lap at my pussy eagerly, and I threw back my head. Fuck.
There was something to be said for stumbling into bed with your best friend. The man knew how to get me off in ways that I couldn’t even imagine. He knew my pleasure as well as I did.
I forced my eyes back open so I could watch Dominic peel off his shirt. Holy shit, tattoos ran all over his body, right up his throat to the sharp line of his jaw. I wanted to study every inch of him with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue.
He swaggered over, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. He stroked it firmly as he watched Radic drive me closer to the edge. Knowing we had an audience drove Radic a little crazy too, because he upped his game. He licked and sucked my clit like he was possessed by a sex god, and physics no longer applied.
I panted hard, my head thrown back as my legs shook. “Radic, oh god…” I panted as I came all over his cheeks, my thighs pressed tight to the sides of his head. I met Dominic’s eyes as he stroked himself, my eyes falling to his fingers wrapped around the throbbing head of his dick. His dick was girthy, and if I closed my eyes, I could already feel the stretch of the head pushing inside me.
“Can I taste?” he murmured softly, and I nodded, probably a little too eagerly. Radic moved from between my knees and stood, a little off balance. Shit, I hoped I hadn’t done too much damage when I’d thigh-slammed him.
Dominic stepped toward him, and instead of coming closer to me, he grabbed Radic’s jaw and kissed him. It was a hard kiss, like he was plundering his mouth for the slightest taste of me. Radic’s hands moved to grip his hips, and the sight of his pale, smooth skin against the angry dark tattoos of Dominic’s hips did something for me. I was going to come again just watching them kiss.
