Page 31 of Deadly Ties

Look how needy they are. The sweat on their chests. The veins in their cocks. Every muscle tight. Every inch of skin hot and throbbing.

God. How does Arben make the simplest observations so filthy?

I turn my head away quickly, panting into the musky heat of his neck, but he just pushes the tip of a finger inside my slit and whispers in my ear, “When he’s explored every inch of his mouth, will those soft lips move over his chest? Will he bite those brown nipples? Will he lick that pearly bead clinging to the tip of the cruel boy’s cock? We know he’s pretty. We know his body is hard and powerful. But is he good enough for our omega, who deserves only the best?” Arben’s teeth have found the soft flesh of my lobe and are nibbling there, sending shudders through me. “Look, princeshë. Let’s see what he does with the cruel boy’s cock.”

I moan, but turn my head just in time to watch Kelly reach out, swiping a finger over Rory’s swollen head. It’s more than a bead now, the pre-cum welling from the tip and dripping down the sides. He must be close to a rut to be leaking so much, and I lick my dry lips, knowing exactly how musky and addictive he would taste. But even though Rory groans and tries to thrust into his hand, Kelly doesn’t give him any relief. Instead, he pulls away, popping his coated fingers into his mouth. And even though he cleans each one with slow, thorough licks, Kelly doesn’t show the slightest reaction to what I know is omega catnip. “Hmmm,” he murmurs, frowning at his mate.

Rory’s shoulders slump at the clear rejection, even while his cock darkens to a painful purple. “Fuck, babe.”

Kelly arches one of his silky brows, the hint of a sneer on his swollen lips. “Oh,babeam I now? I thought I was yourbro.”

I’d smirk at Rory’s confusion if I wasn’t being stretched open by one of Arben’s thick fingers. I’m well beyond wet, but he wiggles it inside, catching my flesh and testing my walls, and I almost buck off his lap. I grab his shirt, sinking my teeth into the edge of his jaw. “Arben…!”

Shh, princeshë. The wolflings are having an important discussion.

I swallow a curse, but deliberately relax my hips and force my body to sink onto his probing finger. Of course, as soon as I’m seated, a second finger wiggles inside, pressing along my tender walls. I decide there’s no good defense for this kind of attack, except to swing my leg over his thigh and bring my wet, stuffed pussy right down on his lap. It lodges his fingers deeper inside me, but with my back to his chest, it drops me right on the throbbing outline of his cock.

“Princeshë…” he growls in a thick voice.

“Eyes froward, babe,” I chirp. “The boys are about to take care of business.”

Except that Kelly’s eyes are on me, staring at the hem of my white dress as it strains along my parted thighs. I’m pretty sure he can see Arben’s fingers wedged inside me, but when I give him innocent eyes, he just smirks. Then turns back to Rory and growls, “Well?”

“Youaremy bro,” Rory insists, a troubled crease between his vivid green eyes. He looks so earnest – and just a little bit hurt – and he’d have the whole scorned boy-next-door vibe going if he wasn’t strangling his cock in his hand. “But you know you’re more than that. I said I love you…”

“Saying and proving are two different things.”

Arben choses that moment to lick my scent gland, his teeth scraping the edge of his bite mark. Maybe he’s trying to remind the guys why we’re here and move them onto the biting part of their discussion, but I think it’s just to make me moan. And it comes out so loud, they stop talking altogether. But the sight of me writhing on Arben’s lap while his fingers pump my pussy and his teeth nibble my bond mark seems to give Kelly ideas.

“Let’s ask Angel. If she’s willing to come here and lick the mess off your cock, then I’ll think about letting you inside me.”

“What?” Even my mate’s thick fingers aren’t enough to keep the horror from my voice. “No, Kelly.”

“No?” Kelly folds his arms and studies me. “If his dick isn’t good enough to go into your sweet mouth, then it’s got zero chance of knotting my ass.”

“No,” I repeat, holding myself still by sinking the tips of my claws into Arben’s thighs. It has to hurt, but it doesn’t stop those wiggling, thrusting fingers an inch. “Leave me out of it. I’ve got… enough to deal with over here.” Kelly snorts at my obvious understatement, but I glare at him. “This is between you two. And it way pre-dates anything I had to do with your pack.”

“She’s right,” Rory says quietly, which surprises me almost as much as the way his gaze has stayed firmly above my neck. He really is focused one hundred percent on Kelly.

And why does that sting like a backhanded bitch?

“Then it’s agreed,” Kelly announces, even though I have no idea where we’re up to in the discussion. “Rory can bite me, but he has to earn my teeth and my ass. Wrist or neck, Angel?”

I gape at him, my muddled mind unable to grasp that he’s asking me to make such an intimate, important decision. Can he not see I’m in an impaired state of mind? But even with my brain a soggy mess, I can recognize the pain in Rory’s eyes. This whole scene has to grate against every one of his alpha instincts; not to mention a blow to his pride. It’s not like Icare, or anything. But we really need to Move. Things. Along.

“Neck,” I gasp as Arben licks his way up my own mark. “We decided that already, right? It’s what you want, Kelly.”

“Fine,” he says, then meets Arben’s eyes over my shoulder. “We going to time this just right, big guy?”

“She’s going to gush on my hand and scream herself raw. Right as he sinks his teeth into your pretty throat, wolfling.”

“Fuck, you guys!” I curse, but Rory isn’t waiting for Kelly to think up any more conditions. He’s on the omega in a flash, cupping his face and tilting his neck to his mouth. Kelly grips his arms, his fingers white at the knuckles, but his bright eyes are watching his alpha’s every move. Rory’s fangs gleam, a possessive rattle echoing in his chest, and then the sweet scent of Kelly’s blood fills the air. Right as Arben strikes in his own way, his fingers nudging me over the edge into a bone-melting climax.

I’m on the verge of passing out right there and then, but Arben scoops me up and carries me into his bedroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door, laying me on the bed and flipping my skirt up so he can clean up the mess he made. Right when I’m about to sink into a sated sleep, he rolls me onto my side and finally gives me his big cock. He grunts at how tight I am despite all his probing and wiggling, but I just curl into his pillow and squeeze my thighs together. We both hiss at the added clench, but I’m too wet for there to be any real hope of keeping him out. And of course, my wolf will take his dick any way she can get it, so before I can stop myself, I’m on all fours and biting the pillow as he explodes into me from behind.

“Any chance we get some lunch now you’ve had yours?”

I lurch out of a second near-sleep to Kelly’s hopeful voice. Arben just purrs into his pillow, clearly tapped out from his sleepless night. I’m tempted to elbow him again, but it’s not often he passes out unarmed. Plus, he looks so cute buck-naked in our bed, I want to savor the sight. Even if I know he can still decapitate a man with one eye shut and a sleepy sweep of his hand.

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