Page 118 of Filthy Royal

She’d never wanted anything more.

Pressing her hips back, she spread her legs wide as his thick cock notched against her slit.

“They’re coming!” Loud footfalls sounded from beyond the door.

She and Damien froze.

It took a moment for the haze to clear and for her to recognize the now-familiar voice of Damien’s kid brother.

It was right about this time that Damien stiffened behind her, and it dawned on her just what they’d done —and what they’d been about to do.

Not. Good.

“Anya got an alert. They’ve tripped a wire at the far end of the tunnel. We don’t have long.” The door slid open. “Holy hells. What the fuck happened here?”

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DAMIEN

Damien took his time rising, and not only because his dick was hard as granite, the hot-as-hells taste of Scarlett still lingered on his tongue and chin, and his fingers resisted loosening their grip on her thighs.

But also because, for the first time in fucking forever, he’d felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be—and wasn’t that just another kick in the balls?

Scarlett, meanwhile, almost struck him in the thigh as she moved at near warp speed, scrambling forward on all fours before popping up some distance away.

The whole mess left him feeling cracked open.

So he did what any self-respecting Alpha would do.

He slammed the door shut on his feelings, told himself it was another one-off, and focused on the business at hand.

As he rose to his feet, he wiped the slick and blood from his face and smeared it across his leathers. “How far out did Anya say the intruders were?”

“They tripped the booby traps on the east side, so they’re a few tunnels away at least.” Maddox’s tone was a mix of shock and what almost sounded like amusement as he took a cautious step inside. “This place looks like a disaster zone.”

“There was an incident,” Damien admitted. “But the timing’s perfect. We’re done here anyway.”

Scarlett nodded in vigorous agreement, her movements jerky. He didn’t know whether it was due to embarrassment or pain from his rough handling.

Both possibilities made his chest go tight.

“An incident?” Maddox eyed the caved-in ceiling, the piles of rocks, the shattered crystal, and the twisted cages and chair, then Scarlett. “Seems like kind of an understatement.” Then the kid’s gaze landed on the taming chain encircling Scarlett’s throat and hips, and his expression went blank.

Damien felt a flare of territorial Alpha pride at the knowledge that it had been seen and its message absorbed. His chest expanded at the sheer fucking stupid thought that she might not wear his fated-mate marks, but Scarlett was claimed nonetheless—by him. And every Alpha in the vicinity should know it.

Hells. He needed to dial that shit way back.

Thank fuck for distractions. “Did Anya get a read on how many?”

“At least fifteen”—Maddox cracked his knuckles— “and they’re definitely Consortium.”

Of course.

“Go!” Scarlett whirled to face him, finding her voice once more. “I’ll stall. You can get away.”

Damien growled low. “Not happening.”

Did she think that because he’d lost his mind and gotten her off, he’d suddenly gone soft? That he planned to be a sucker for her all over again?

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