Sinclair growled, his thrusts picking up, causing my palms to slide against the wall.
His teeth pressed over the sensitive spot, catapulting me into an orgasm that wracked my body. I cried out, my hands slipping. My face would have smashed into the wall if Elias wasn’t suddenly there, his big-ass palm curling around the side of my neck, stopping me from colliding with the surface. It wouldn’t matter; I was coming so hard, Sinclair’s pace was so quick, that I wouldn’t feel it.
Elias slid in front of me, his wide chest propping me higher, so I rested against him. I glided my hands over his chest, sliding under his jacket to his cashmere black shirt underneath, bunching it for dear life.Fuck. The delicious ripples continued to grow through my sex and belly—warm and maddening—only intensified by the graze of his piercing and his knot popping in and out of me.
I could say with one hundred percent certainty I had never come so quickly, or so completely, until Greymont Pack had their hands on me. Cries kept coming from my lips, and I couldn’t stop them. The orgasm rippled through my channel with a fury. Time suspended until I finally came back to Earth, to the wet glide of our need mingling. Breaths dragged out of my lungs in ragged bursts. My mind was a mess of blind lust. Sinclair’s hold on my waist dug into my skin, his pace picking up until his thrusts slammed me into Elias.
“Mine.” He thrust so hard I gasped. “Mine.”
I sucked in a breath, my sex clasping around him to keep him inside.
He was behaving similarly to an Alpha in a rut, but that was impossible. I wasn’t his Scent Match.
His growled word echoed in my head.Mine. He was . . . jealous?
I knew it.
They want me—he thrust again, obliterating the rest of my thoughts.
Slick dripped down the inside of my thighs, spurring Sinclair on. His palm spread over my belly, and he hiked me up higher, changing the angle. Another orgasm wracked through my channel, and I came, screaming and bucking.
Sinclair snarled and fed me his knot, grinding into me and making my pussy clamp onto his knot with each throb. Heexhaled against my ear, wafting the scent of beer and mint to my nose.
I pressed my cheek against Elias’ chest.
A man rounded the corner we’d come from.
Sinclair snarled, his hands clamping around my midsection, his chest flush against me, smashing me between him and Elias.
“Leave,” Elias hissed.
Sinclair pumped up, feeding me his throbbing knot, grinding against me.
His bellow matched the explosion of his cock. His knot expanded, locking him to me. Goose bumps rippled over my body in a flurry, and I could only whimper from the onset of the orgasm he wrenched free. Moans and mewls escaped as I yanked on Elias.
I felt every single throb until there was no more.
All three of us panted so hard that the sound echoed. We remained there, holding each other, me sandwiched between them, just catching our breath, Sinclair’s knot locking me in place.
“I prefer you brunette,” Sinclair growled into my ear.
His words rubbed me the wrong way.
“It’s a good thing I dyed it then.” All my energy went into saying the words.
Elias’ thumb rubbed into my skin, the sweeping glide almost loving.
I switched my glare to him, and he stiffened, the stroking of his finger stopping, and the familiar scowl he only had for me settled onto his expression. Sinclair’s knot finally let me go, and slick and cum dripped down to my ankles, leaving me a mess.
I writhed around until I could push out from between them. My knees gave out, and Elias grabbed my arm while Sinclair gripped my hip. I caught my balance, shoved my feet into thesandals that had fallen off mid-fuck, and I slipped out from between them.
Elias leaned most of his weight against the wall, the front of his slacks tented. Sinclair’s shoulders and chest heaved, his shadowed gaze pinning me.
After one last look, I marched down the hall until I reached the stairs that led to my gilded prison, intent on showering off every single bit of their scent clinging to me.
Chapter 11
“What the fuck was that?” I snapped, shoving Sinclair’s chest. Aggression swelled until my hands were fists. I pushed him again. Sinclair didn’t react, his back slamming against the wall.
