“I can’t—” Cade cut off, and the pressure ballooned inside me twofold. Rafe’s arm around my torso tightened, and he ground against me with a guttural grunt.
“Ffffu—” Rafe cut off, and their simultaneous moan was met with their knots expanding—knotting me and making it impossible for me to move.
The pressure was almost too much.
I screamed, tears flooding my eyes from the utter bliss. Cum jutted out of their shafts, warming my insides while I madly jerked on their throbbing cocks. Rafe’s hand against my belly tightened, making the pressure more intense.
They filled me with their seed. Their spasming cocks forcing me into another orgasm. My thoughts went away next, and I floated.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Cade chanted, face buried in the front of my neck.
Nothing would ever feel this encompassing.
I finally came down, my legs twitching with the aftershocks wracking my frame. Their base had flared so every time I tried to move, I couldn’t.
There was so much slick and cum . . .
Rafe rubbed his thumb against my hip in a soothing glide, like he was caressing me. I was worse off than I had been, andI didn’t think it was possible. Instead of physical blows, theirs would land on my emotions.
This wasn’t forever. But maybe I could enjoy them for just a bit longer . . .just a bit longer.
Chapter 16
Remnant droplets of water from my shower plopped on my cheek. I brushed back my damp hair and stepped into the living room, the new pleated skirt swaying around my thighs. Rafe and Cade continued sleeping in my bed . . . mytemporarybed, and there was no Dorian in sight.
I eyed the door. No one was here. I could slip out and disappear. I swayed and stepped forward.
“You’re not thinking of attempting an escape, are you?”
With a gasp, I whirled around to face Dorian holding an Epad. As much humor as there was in his voice, there was an underlying threat.
“No, I was looking for you.” I lifted my chin.
Dorian’s lips twitched, and he passed me to sit on the couch.
“Is that so?” he mused, finishing with some tapping on his screen, and he raised his eyes to mine. “And what do you need me for?”
For you not to suspect I’m trying to leave.
With all the confidence I could muster, I strode forward, and perched on the edge of the couch, turning my torso toward him. The space I left between us was for my own good.
Their guard had to be nonexistent if I was to manage an escape.
“To answer a few of my questions now that we’re all more levelheaded.” Dorian lifted an eyebrow and turned off the device, setting it aside. “Will you ever let me free?”
Dorian leaned forward and laced his hands on his lap. “We invested quite a bit of money in you.”
“What if I pay you back?” His lips twitched. It was stupid of me; I didn’t have the money. “Give me to the Greymont Pack and you’ll get your money’s worth.”
Rage flitted over his expression.
“Enough with the Greymont Pack,” he spat. “Don’t mention them again.”
My lips thinned. The only way I could make that money back was if I sold my heat, but all of it was null. Even if they didn’t understand why, they wouldn’t agree.
“Fine,” I bit out.
Dorian sighed and rubbed the nape of his neck. “What would you like to make your . . . stay more comfortable.”
