His hands lifted to my hips, hooking through my panties, removing them smoothly. His passionate gaze feasted on my flesh, and before I could voice any denial, his mouth lowered to my pussy, lavishing it like his favorite flavor of ice cream melting on the cone. I cried out as pleasure rushed through me, my hips rocking for him as he chuckled darkly.
Releasing my legs, Rhys allowed them to drop onto his shoulders. He pushed two fingers into my body; slowly groaning as I moaned at the fullness they created. My entire body pulsed with pleasure, red-hot desire that fueled ecstasy burning through my core enveloped me.
Rhys moaned against my clit, as if my pleasure turned him on. I pushed my hands through his hair, holding him to me as my body started to unravel. I cried out as light burst behind my eyes, trembling violently as his fingers moved faster. He sucked my clit harder until I was held in the thralls of the release, needing more from him.
He sat up, working the buttons of his suit pants with the urgency to give me what I needed. I hurried him, rocking my need before his greedy stare. His thickness pressed against my opening, and I arched, working the thick tip into my body’s tightness. He smirked at the sight of his cock, which wasn’t going to be an easy fit.
Someone pounded on the door, and he growled an inhuman noise, turning as his head cocked to the side, listening. I shivered, watching him as he turned back, gazing at my core that he still stroked. He leaned over, clamping his mouth around a nipple, and I moaned as he laughed against the heated peak. He worked his cock, rubbing it against my core.
I closed my eyes against the multitude of sensations he was creating. He started to move forward, stretching my body as I whimpered, but the pounding at the door intensified until he pulled back, grinding his teeth as he watched my body trying to accommodate his.
“Do not move, woman,” he ordered, standing without warning.
I grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch, staring at him as he adjusted his cock in his suit pants. He smiled down at me as I realized what I’d been about to do. Blinking, I watched him silently moving to the door, opening it to reveal Cole, who entered without invitation.
“Are you intending to keep the alphas waiting? That’s just bad manners, and so unlike you, brother,” Cole stated, sitting on the couch beside me, placing his hand on my naked thigh.
He smiled, lowering his pretty eyes to the panties that sat by my feet, and then slowly slid them to the blanket I held against my body like armor.
“I have an hour before I’m expected at the bar, asshole. Did you actually need something?” Rhys asked, licking his lips slowly, which caused my cheeks to heat.
“There was an attack today, which you would know if you weren’t trying to get balls-deep into Remi. The factory was broken into, and five workers were injured severely. Don’t worry, bro. I sent a team to handle it. Care to share her?” Cole asked, lifting me onto his lap. Staring at Rhys, I grasped on to the blanket. “Stop squirming, Remi. I’d hate to hurt you,” he growled, pulling my legs apart as he removed the blanket.
Cole’s fingers held the inside of my thighs, forcing my legs apart. I watched Rhys’s eyes dip to my core, heating with need as they slid over the arousal he’d created. He didn’t move, didn’t show any emotion as I was held open for him. Cole’s lips brushed against my throat, holding Rhys’s stare before he released his hold, letting my legs rest on his before his fingers brushed against my sex.
“Can I destroy you, Remington? Let me fuck your tight cunt while Rhys watches me wrecking you. I want to see him fight that monster within him, knowing you are coming for me. I bet he’d uncage the demon for you.” Cole’s hands moved, slowly parting my sex as tears filled my eyes. My heart pounded against my ribs while Rhys just stared, and worse, he was turned on by watching Cole play with me.
“Let me go, now,” I growled, standing up the moment he released me.
I didn’t wait for either one to speak or apologize. I threw open the door and started out of it, only to hear crashing sounds behind me. I came face to face with two knights wearing actual armor. One pulled his cloak off, rushing forward to offer it.
“Ma’am,” he whispered, taking in the tears rolling from my eyes. “Please take it before you incite a riot with your beauty.”
I accepted the cloak, covering my body as the sound of glass shattering filled the hallway. Grunts and groans followed it, and then the entire wall shook as something slammed against it. I didn’t wait to figure out what was happening or if they were fighting. I just wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Rushing up the stairs, I entered my bedroom, rushing into the shower. Turning on the water, I slid beneath the spray, dropping the cloak onto the shower floor. Angry tears burned my eyes as I reached for the soap, washing my body until it was red and sore. I fought to remove both men’s touches.
The door opened, and I spun around, staring at Rhys, who peered down at the soaked cloak in the shower. His eyes held worry, and yet he didn’t look apologetic. He looked pissed off at me.
“I can’t stop him from touching you. You can, though. If I do it, he’ll only want to hurt you more to get to me.”
“Get out,” I whispered, turning around to dismiss him.
“I’ll have food ordered at the bar for you. Get dressed and be downstairs in twenty minutes. If you’re not ready, I’ll take you to the bar naked, Remi. Don’t make me into the bad guy. If I had reacted, he’d only worsen in his need for revenge. Cole has never forgiven me for what he saw as a trespass against him, even though the woman he loved was nothing but a murderous Silversmith whore. He couldn’t see her for the monster she was, and he was too young at the time to see the bigger picture unfolding. I do not intend to share you, but I also won’t give him what he wants, which is to make him think you’re a weakness for me. You’re not, and to pretend otherwise would only paint a target on your back. You have sixteen minutes now. I suggest you climb out of there and get over whatever it is that is bothering you.”
“I was just spread apart and violated, and you did nothing!”
“I couldn’t react.”
“I don’t belong here,” I groaned, exiting the shower to grab a towel, shouldering past him.
I walked to my backpack, pulling out a skirt and blouse. I dressed quickly, feeling his burning stare on my spine. I ran a brush through my hair, slipping a band around it, creating a messy bun, then slid my feet into sandals.
“Ready, asshole.”
I left him standing in the room as I walked down the stairs to where Cole stood with a smug smile on his lips. He watched me approaching him silently, opening his mouth to speak, but my hand cracked across his cheek, forcing his head to snap to the side with a comforting noise. Slowly, his eyes settled back on me with heat burning within them.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again,” I hissed. Cole looked at Rhys before he turned back toward me, smiling as if he found me intriguing. “If I want to fuck you, I’ll let you know. Otherwise, don’t touch me, Cole Van Helsing. I’m not yours or Rhys’s fucking plaything. Don’t use me to get revenge for something that happened before I was even born. That isn’t fair to me, and I sure as shit have never wronged you. Don’t wrong me.”