Page 83 of Filthy Royal

She pressed her thighs together, her body so wet and ready, her clothing so flimsy that every bounce of her breasts against the smooth cloak stretched tight across his muscled back only made her wilder.

Everything around her blurred, her whereabouts of no consequence, as long as she was with him. Even as the air grew staler and their surroundings darker.

She was close to sobbing by the time he set her down, her body desperate, shaking, her need a torment.

Four planetary rotations of waiting were at an end.

Slick dripped down her thighs.

“Alpha.” She bit her lip. Looked up at him.

“Mine.” His arms closed around her.

“Yours.” Finally. Everything would be right once more.

Damien lifted her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, her core against his heat, her hands fisting in his cloak.

“You’re fast for such a huge fucker, though your extra baggage is a hells of a lot lighter than mine.” Dragging something behind him, the younger Alpha who’d tried to separate them intruded yet again.

Scarlett didn’t even bother to peek over Damien’s wide shoulder. She was too fascinated by the possessive look darkening her Alpha’s face.

Lips peeling back, he tightened his grip on her hips as the younger Alpha stepped closer. And despite that fact that her Alpha’s gaze remained locked with hers as he spoke, she knew his warning was for the other male. “Get… gone.”

“Good job getting her out of there.” Ignoring his instruction, the younger male spoke again.

She didn’t want him there. What she wanted was for her Alpha to fuck her.

Scarlett rocked herself against him.

Nuzzling her neck, Damien grunted, then inhaled deeply. “Home.”

She shivered with pleasure.

“Now, now, let’s keep this family friendly.” The intruder came closer. “We’re all friends here. Brothers, in fact.” More cautious footsteps. “You remember that, right, Damien?”

Her Alpha tensed, his hold easing as he set her down on her feet, readying to take action.

She peeked around her Alpha’s broad chest.

“Yup.” The other male stood only an arm’s length away, his hands clasped behind his back. “Even in this crazy-ass rut state, some part of you remembers I’m Maddox—yourfavoritebrother—and that you’re the one who keeps harping at me to embrace that role.” His arm appeared from behind his back, something metallic glinting in his palm. “So don’t blame me. You asked for this.”

Scarlett shouted a warning, but it was too late.

There was a roar and the crackle of skin as the taser landed against her Alpha’s back.

She screamed as his body shook with the force of a blast.

Betrayed.

Hissing, she reached out to cradle him, but he refused.

Instead, he roared in fury, his body curling over her, protecting her, as his hands slapped against the wall and, somehow, he managed to remain upright.

“What the fuck? Anya said you’d go down. Why isn’t this working?” His voice shrill, the younger Alpha jumped back, the bitter stench of fear suffusing the air.

“Nothing… keeps… me… from… her.” Body blocking hers, Damien whirled around—straight into another charge.

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