"We don't understand anything." He straightens up and takes an unsteady step back, his hand leaving my desk, his chin lifting in a way that would be more convincing if his scent wasn't still sweetened from my thumb in his mouth. "You're my stepbrother and my boss' son, and whatever that was, it can't happen again."
"It's going to happen again." I grin, leaning back in my chair a little. His face blooms red as he lets out a growl that’s more adorable than terrifying. "And next time you won't fight it as long before you give in."
Mattaniah bares his teeth, his eyes still a little unfocused before stomping out of my office. The moment the door slams shut, I reach down to ease the pressure in my pants, stroking over my knot a few times. The fantasy of sinking into his sweet little ass is suddenly a need but that’ll have to wait.
So long as Father can keep his hands to himself, I can be patient too.
Marginally.
Mattaniah
Richardseatsmebesidehim at dinner instead of across the table like he did yesterday. His hand finds my thigh before the first course arrives, his thumb stroking across the fabric in small circles while he discusses quarterly earnings with my mother as though his fingers aren't six inches from my cock.
The food tastes like nothing. Questions get single-syllable answers that seem to satisfy everyone at the table exceptDominic, whose gaze hasn't left Richard's arm since we sat down. My fork digs grooves into my palm, and when Richard leans across me to refill my water glass with his mouth close enough to my neck that his breath ghosts across my skin, my scent nearly cracks through the blocker.
The moment Richard excuses himself for a phone call, I push to my feet and start clearing plates. I make it to the kitchen, deposit the dishes, and turn to leave, only to find Richard in the doorway.
"I wasn't finished with you at the table." He blocks the exit with his body, his gaze dropping from my face to my throat to somewhere below my waist. "You left before I could discuss your assignments for tomorrow."
"I apologize, sir, I was just clearing the..."
"Come here."
His Alpha bark leaves no room for disobedience, my feet carrying me a half-step forward before I catch myself and plant them. "I need to finish the dishes, sir. If we could discuss it in the morning..."
He watches me for a long moment, then steps aside with the patience of a man whose prey lives in his house. "In the morning, then."
I rinse two plates to sell the excuse, then cross through the dining room and head for the stairs. Three steps up, my body ignites. Heat blooms in my core without warning, sharper than the spike at the office, building so fast my vision swims. I grab the banister and bend forward as the wave crests and keeps building, spreading from my belly to my chest to my thighs, slick gathering around my hole before seeping into my briefs.
A low whine peels from my throat as my free hand tugs at my collar, trying to rip it off my overheating skin when a burst of Dominic’s scent hits my nose. I lean into the scent, my bodylocking onto it as another spike has me doubling over, a second whine tearing from my throat.
"No no no, not again." The words grind through my clenched teeth. "Not here."
Slick floods between my thighs, soaking through my underwear, and seeping into my pants. My legs shake too badly to hold me upright as I cling to the railing with both hands, bent at the waist, panting.
I hear footsteps behind me, a hand pressing against my lower back a second later. My whole body seizes because who else could it be than Richard? He must have heard the whine, caught my scent, and now his hand is on my spine while my legs don't work.
"It's me." Amos' voice comes low against my ear. "It's me, Niah. I've got you."
My knees buckle so hard he has to catch me. His arm wraps around my waist with his chest solid against my back, but his proximity feeds the spike instead of calming it. His scent mixes with Dominic's on my jacket, a fresh surge of slick making me whimper against his shoulder.
"I can't make it stop." The words come out ragged. "Amos, I can't..."
"I know. Come with me." He tightens his arm and guides me up the remaining stairs with his grip possessive enough that I feel the intention even through the haze. At the top, I expect him to steer left toward my room.
He turns right.
That's Dominic's door at the end of the hall, but Amos' hand has slipped beneath my shirt with his fingers against my hip and the thought doesn't get any further than that.
The second we cross the threshold, both of their scents hit me, so dense that every breath I take saturates my lungs. Amos' hands settle on my hips with two fingers on each brushing theskin beneath my waistband. A whine crawls up my throat before I can stop it.
"This is wrong," I whisper, not sure if I'm telling him or myself.
These are my stepbrothers. Not by blood, but in every way the world recognizes, these men are my brothers. I've been in this house less than a week. I've already let one of them put his mouth on me, let the other one kiss me, and... Now I'm standing in their bedroom with slick running down my thighs while one of them holds me.
It's humiliating, and it's also kind of exciting that these Alphas want me this much. They've been circling me all week with their touches and their refusal to let me suffer alone.
But what would Mom think? What would their father do?
