I cried out, tears flooding my eyes from the utter pleasure. Aching need had hovered under my skin, waiting to rear its treacherous head. Their pheromones settled around me, and I moaned, my sex clamping.
“Didn’t that fucker say she was docile?” Rafe asked in his deep, rumbling voice.
Dorian stepped close to Cade’s side, and he gripped my jaw, turning my face forcefully. I didn’t have much fight with the fingers gliding into my core.
Pleasure rippled through my sex.
“She’s so slick,” Cade murmured and added a third finger inside me.
I cried out from the pressure and bunched the front of Cade’s tweed jacket. My channel clamped his fingers, but he wasn’t thrusting them hard enough. I was already so lit up from earlier that an orgasm built rapidly. My legs trembled, and I went limp. Rafe’s grip around my torso kept me upright.
Dorian leaned down, pressing his mouth against my ear. “You won’t like the consequences of not behaving.” The threat did nothing to stave off the pleasure. I clawed for a reason to give him to agree.
“I can make this very fucking hard for you,” I hissed. “Or, I can go along with what you want.” I paused. The thrust of Cade’s fingers stopped, and I gasped, moving my hips for more.
“We can return you.” Dorian’s scent played along my nose.
“After we got the invite?” Cade groused. “Elias will expect her now.” He spread his fingers, rubbing the walls of my sex. “She’ll behave once we give her what she needs.”
Dorian stayed quiet, and I didn’t take my eyes off his. But my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Cade rubbed his thumb against my clit. The orgasm slammed into me, and my channel clamped around his fingers. I moaned, the sound embarrassingly loud, but it felt too good.
Cade’s voice floated through the daze of pleasure. “Look how she relaxes after a good finger fucking.”
My legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Cade pulled his fingers from my channel to lift them to his mouth, licking my slick clean off. Rafe curled his arms under my legs to cradle me. He inhaled audibly, his face nearing mine. My eyes widened, but all I could do was lie in his arms while he sniffed me.
“Whoever purchases her for her heat won’t be waiting long. Her pheromones are strong.” Rafe’s eyelids lowered, and he breathed in again. “She’ll be snatched up at the auction.”
Auction. They were auctioning me off during my heat. Why? None of this made sense.
“You don’t need the money,” I slurred and lunged to grab the collar of Dorian’s shirt, forcing him to stay near my face. I peered into his emerald eyes. His nostrils flared. “You want something. Whatever it is. I’ll help you.”
His jaw clenched, and the side of his cheek jumped. The other two stilled.
“But at the end of whatever you’re trying to do, you must let me go.”
I understood the underlying thread of what I was telling them. Willingness to fuck some random pack, but there was never room in my life for free will. I had two choices before me. Expose that we were Scent Matches and hope to God that even mattered to them, or participate in offering myself up for a fuck.
As much as I wished it were them, I couldn’t let myself hope. If they were the ones to claim me, my heart would get away from me. But if I went in the other direction, it would kill two birds with one stone. I’d be satiated, and they wouldn’t find out about me.
Dorian blinked, and his dark eyelashes fanned across his eyes. They were so dark it seemed like he had mascara rimming them. Dorian slid his hand over mine and lifted my fingers one by one until they were no longer hooked on his collar.
He stepped away, and Rafe followed with me in his arms. A vise around my throat made it difficult to verbalize what I wanted. Rafe watched me steadily, nothing on his features. We were nearing the sleek car.
“Dorian!”
He stilled beside the open driver’s side door. For a moment, I didn’t think he’d answer, then he said, “I’ll think on it.”
Cade popped open the trunk. Surprisingly, he hadn’t made a stupid comment once. Rafe rolled me into the trunk. I immediately sat up, trying to escape. It was pure instinct—pure panic.
“Stop,” Cade ordered, squeezing my forearms in one of his hands and pressing them onto my stomach. I landed on my back, staring at him standing over me, about to trap me in the felt coffin.
Cade withdrew his touch slowly. As if to see if I’d move. He shut the trunk, leaving me with my desperation.
At least they hadn’t zip-tied me this time. My wrists were raw enough.
Chapter 7
Irolled onto my back, making the mattress creak with the shift in my weight. The ceiling fan kept a slow-paced rotation. Almost lullingly.
