I genuinely couldn’t comprehend how they were ignoring that little fact. I may not have gone the entire way with Sergei, but I made him come on my hand. As far as they were concerned, I had fucked the guy. Yet, they hadn’t mentioned it once.
“You didn’t.” Kyan shook his head.
“I did,” I insisted. “I felt every inch of his thick cock. I touched him, and he rutted into me so good?—”
“You’re punishing us with lies,” Elias bit out.
I threw my hands up. “Believe whatever you want, then.”
“If . . .” Kyan hovered closer. An arm’s length away. While I’d been looking at Elias, he’d made his way toward me. “If you did fuck him.” He cleared his throat, tripping over the words. “Then it’s the least we deserve after . . .” Huskiness laced his voice. He reached toward my face and stopped mid-way, hand clenching. Instead, he braced himself on the seat of my chair and yanked it back, so the table wasn’t in the way. I held onto the armrests at the jolting motion. “Just. Please.” Kyan dropped to his knees and grabbed the legs of the chair, and tilted his head to meet my gaze.
“Please. I’m sorry.” He let out another gust.
I blamed Kyan the least . . . which still wasn’t saying much. His dark brown gaze turned glassy. Kyan inhaled sharply, expression so vulnerable I couldn’t help but waver.
I jolted upright, my chest heaving, as I looked down at his beseeching expression.
“Get up,” Elias ordered and gripped the back of his shirt. “It was my fault.” He turned his gaze to mine, and he came at me with long, intimidating strides until he took up my vision. “I fucked up. I didn’t treat you as you deserved. And you are a treasure, Briar.” His voice deepened into a husky tone. Hereached for my hands, but just before touching me, he turned them into fists. Pain rippled over his features, and he fell to his knees. My wide eyed attention followed him to the ground. The top of his head came level with my chest. He lifted his head to hold my gaze. “OurOmega,” he whispered, and his jaw worked from side to side. He lowered his gaze the slightest bit, and the gleam of liquid stole my breath. “Nothing matters but you.”
My lips thinned. The intensity of his emotions sliced through me like a well-placed arrow.
I opened my mouth and shook my head, struggling to push words free. Their feelings battered against me.
“I’ll never forgive you,” I blurted.
The liquid glazing his eyes formed a thick droplet and trailed from the corner. I lifted my own watering eyes to the other two. Both were stiff. “Any of you.”
Kyan lowered his head, and Sinclair looked away, offering me a view of his clenching jaw.
Elias’ hand glided down the front of my thighs, over the pajama pants. He reached for my hand and stopped mid-way.
“Iamsorry,” he whispered.
Still, I hated facing their pain.
I stood and turned my back before I gave in to the sympathy trying to take over.
Stay strong.
I ran out of the kitchen like my ass was on fire. My breaths sawed out of my throat, burning on their way out.
Greymont Pack couldn’t be trusted.
Not even a little.
So why was my heart throbbing like this?
I slowed in the hall leading to my door.
“Briar.” Hard steps came even closer.
I jolted forward.
“Don’t fucking ignore me,” Sinclair rasped, even closer. He grabbed my arm as I reached the bedroom, and he tugged me so hard I smacked into his chest. My hand landed on the defined muscles, and I squeezed it into a fist. “You’re taking advantage of the fact they can’t touch you.”
“Well, no shit,” I drawled.
His eyes narrowed, and he crowded me until his body was against the front of mine. I gasped, stumbling back. His hand wrapped around my throat, the pressure bracketing my neck.
