Kyan tugged my hair until I looked at him, and his touch softened. I lifted my head, and he cupped my jaw, swiping his thumb across my lower lip and pressing it between them.
“Fuck,” he mumbled gutturally, his chest heaving. I climbed higher on the bed, crawling over Kyan to reach Elias. He still lay on the pillow, his head back, eyes shut. I swung my leg over hiships and seated myself. His nostrils flared, and he rolled me onto my back, so he was on top of me, knees digging into the mattress.
His chest expanded, and a wild look crossed his green gaze.
I whimpered, wiggling my hips. The move ripped him out of whatever had a hold of him, and his hands banded around my waist.
He rolled his hips, rocking into me with deep thrusts. He settled into a maddening rhythm. Sweat slicked his skin, making him glisten. I leaned back to look at the roll of his body. He was so damn hot.
Focus strained his features.
“Harder,” I moaned, sinking my fingers into Elias’ shoulders. Each thrust was tinged with desperation, jostling the bed with each ram of his hips.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I whimpered. Elias braced his arm under my back, arching my spine, andhe went harder.
Elias grunted, but he didn’t slow.
Pleasure and pain became a melded mess, keeping me on the edge of whichever number orgasm I was on.
Elias’ teeth sank into my neck—right over my Scent Gland—claiming me.
I screamed, raking my nails down his back as the orgasm slammed into me.
The shock on his face told me he hadn’t meant to claim me, but his expression was taken over by rapture. Elias pumped his hips again, grinding his knot inside me as deep as he could go.
“Mine,” he slurred and burrowed his nose against my neck as he came, knotting me as I toppled over the edge with him.
Chapter 21
My focus narrowed in on the ceiling. The chocolate scent was completely gone, leaving me with a hollow sensation.
The last however many hours my heat had lasted flooded through my head. No more of their scent because they’d taken supps.
Motherfuckingsuppressants.
I couldn’t believe it. The conversation I’d overheard was undeniable. Buthowlong had they known?
My stomach became a bottomless pit.
If I hadn’t caught them, they wouldn’t have said a word. They would have sent me off without a hint. My own Scent Matches would have watched me leave.
Not smelling them after being engulfed in their scent left me bereft. Like something had been physically ripped out of my body.
I pressed my palm to my chest to make sure there wasn’t a hole there. I sat up, taking in the nude Alphas sprawled around me.
Elias hugged a pillow to his chest, his face slack, and his hair as messy as I’d ever seen. Kyan slept on his side, curled toward me, while Sinclair was tucked between my body and Elias’, his large, tattooed hand on my thigh.
They’d rejected me. Not in words—but in their actions and lies.
I nudged Sinclair’s hand off me and scooted to the end of the bed. At some point during all the fucking, they’d brought me into Sinclair’s bedroom.
How did I know it was his? A huge New Zealand flag was stretched across the wall over his television. There was also one of those posters that tended to be in adolescents’ rooms, with a busty woman in a bikini holding a beer.
She lookednothinglike me. We weren’t even the same ethnicity. Sinclair let out a deep snore and fell silent.
A pinch at the side of my neck brought my hand to my throat. I felt around, and the memory of Elias’ teeth sinking into my throat flashed through my head.
He’d claimed me in the throes of fucking.
