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“He’s going to fucking die.”

“Back off you fucker! She’s not even claimed! I have just as much right to her as you do!”

The other man lands a solid punch to Kit’s face, which seems to enrage him more. Colter gets behind the other man and locks his arms around his head, deeming him immobile, as Kit stalks towards me.

“Put her on her feet, James.”

James sighs out but does as he’s told, tucking my hair behind my ear as Kit steps behind me. Even though I was just in this position unwantedly, I can feel the difference. I feel safer with Kit.

“An oversight I’m about to correct,” Kit tells the other man. I don’t know at all what he means, but as his hands land on my hips and hold me against him in a way that seems far more secure than I remember, a sharp pain stings into my neck, making me falter. Kit is able to keep me up as he roars against me, leading me to understand he just sunk his actual teeth into my neck like an animal. Blood runs down my neck and I’m angry all over again. I try to push away from him, and he has the audacity to laugh before licking the blood off my neck.

“Ah, ah, ah, pet. I licked you. You’re mine now. This will have to do until I convince you to let me knot you but let there be no furthermisunderstandingsbetween anyone else. You are spoken for.”

Soon the pain recedes, and every brush of his tongue brings me undiluted pleasure instead. My head falls back against his chest as I fight not to call out, and then Colter is there, kissing my forehead before he, too, sinks his teeth into my neck, apparently claiming me. I writhe in between them, my body needy.

“Fuck. The way you smell right now, pet. If I weren’t so pissed that you tried to run from us again, I’d be nice and try to ease your need, but all you’ll get from us until you’ve learned your lesson is our bitemarks.”

Kit steps away, leaving me feeling cold while Colter continues to lap at the other side of my neck. James steps up behind me next, whispering a ‘sorry’ into my ear before finding a spot right below where Kit took, sliding into my flesh. I don’t care about where I am anymore, I can’t help the moan that escapes from the pleasure/pain I’m experiencing.

There’s something happening to my body, making me feel very strange. “You’ll feel our bond now, omega. It’s just us. It will be easier to get accustomed to if you don’t fight it,” Colter tells me.

I notice the man that tried to hurt me is stuffed into his car with his feet and one hand dangling out, blood slowly dripping down it and onto the dark pavement below. I think I’m in shock because I can’t process what I think that means.

Exhausted, I let my alphas carry me to the car, and Colter drives now while James takes the front seat, leaving me to the back seat with the most intimidating of the three. Kit sits me on his lap and buckles the safety strap over the both of us, which I’m sure isn’t how these things were designed to be used, but I think I know better than to question anything right now.

“When we get home…” Kit growls in my ear. His breath skates over my neck injuries, but it re-sensitizes them, making me feel as if I could climax from that alone. “I am chaining you to the damn bed. You won’t leave it until I know for certain you’re done running. You can beg, and plead, and swear you’ll stay, but you don’t get free until my word is given. Do you understand?”

I can’t respond. What does one even say to a question like that? Does he mean that literally or figuratively? Am I to beactuallychained to their bed as if I’m their prisoner?

We make it to their house hours later, and after they let me use the restroom and change, Kit proves he meant exactly what he said. I am to be chained, to their bed, without any prospects of escape.

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