As I drank, I felt his hand come down between my open legs, his long fingers flicking my clit, squeezing, fucking, destroying my most sensitive place until I was a sloppy fucking mess for him.
“Lanier—” I panted. I was so close.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He drove his hips deeper, harder, slamming me into the glass window. I let go of his arm to hold myself up. I was meeting him thrust for thrust now, fully engaged in the battle for our orgasms.
I wanted him sloppy for me. I wanted his cum, his moans, his everything.
Fuck.
His everything.
My heart screamed at the thought, the bond yanking between us as it tried to connect us on a deeper level. A more intimate level.
I shut it down, focusing on the feeling—every sensation, every swipe of his hips. The soft hair on his legs brushing up against my thighs, the rough grip of his hands on the top of my ass, the sounds he made in my ear.
He was feral.
I was new, changed, completely fucking addicted.
“Now!” he shouted, slamming home and going stone still.
He pinched my clit between his fingers, and I shattered.
I came in an explosion of color, a swirl of darkness, an earth-shattering wave of pleasure. I cried out, throwing my head back and losing control of my limbs. His weight came down on me as he, too, fought through his orgasm. I felt his cum inside me, branding me. We were both breathing hard, unrestrained and mind blown.
As we came back down, I tried to hold in my smile but totally fucking failed, I could see it reflecting back at me through the window.
His forehead came to rest on my back, his tongue licking up a bead of sweat that began to roll down my spine. “What are you smiling about, Vix?”
I chuckled a little. “That was so fucking good.”
He laughed then, shaking his head against my skin. “Isn’t that my line?”
I moved forward, letting him fall out of me. We didn’t use a condom, he came inside of me, and he just fucked someone else.
I was on the pill, so I wasn’t worried about babies, but…
“You’re immortal, and we don’t get sick,” he replied to my thoughts, somehow understanding exactly what I was thinking.
Instantly, my good mood vanished. “I can’t believe I just fucked you, knowing that you had your dick in someone else less than five hours ago.”
His face fell into a scowl, his hair dried messily against his head. His face was wet with sweat, his chest bloody as hell. “No, Annalise, you didn’t just fuck me. You took what you wanted—you claimed me. For as long as this bond exists between us, you have unlimited access to me. And I, the lucky guy I am, have unlimited access to the total fucking heaven between your thighs.”
I wanted to be mad at him, so badly, but the bond seemed satisfied, content. I had no anger left. I honestly did feel like I claimed a part of him—like for now, he really was mine.
“Next time though,” he began, leaning forward to press a searing kiss against my lips. He reached up to pull on my bottom lip. “Next time, I’ll be claiming you. I’ll spend my time kissing both sets of lips, drinking in your scent, your flavor, your sounds. You asked me to trust you, Annalise, and that was me asking you to trust me. I made a mistake, I hurt you, and I didn’t like a single fucking second of it. You have the power here, but so do I.”
I thought about that for a moment before my smile was back. “I’m surprised you let yourself be claimed.”
I walked past him, heading for the bathroom.
He flew forward and slapped my ass, hard, causing me to yelp and turn around—ready to let him have it—but then he winked and said, “Me too.”
Well, fuck.
“For fuck’s sake, get up.”
Someone kicked the couch, and my eyes flew open. I sat up immediately to find Cabe moving to sit on the chair, his eyes hard and annoyed.
Then I heard her scream.
I flew from the couch, ready to lunge for the stairs when he spoke, “Don’t.”
I whipped my head to him. “She just fucking screamed, you—”
“Listen!” he yelled before his head fell into his hands.
I did.
Moaning. Screaming. Sex.
My stomach dropped, my beast bucked and thrashed.
She was fucking my best friend.
It was happening, in real time, in real life, in a real situation where there would be consequences and questions and answers that none of us had.
She fucked him first? Lanier? Of all fucking people.
“Don’t go up there,” Cabe said, agony lacing his tone. “This is good, it just fucking sucks at the same time.”
I roared, “Good? How in Hades’ tits is this fucking good?”
“Because he’s taking the step we were both too pussy to take,” he shouted back, standing up and shoving his hands in his hair. “He just laid a bomb on us, admitting that he believes she’s our mate. And now he’s proving it. Don’t forget, she feels him too. She told you she was going to the bathroom and somehow ended upstairs in his room. His feelings were probably all over the place, you know what this bond means to him, and she must have gone up to check on him.”
“Yeah, okay, and now they’re fucking? How did we go from simply agreeing to all this to full-fledged dick sucking in less than an hour?”
He looked at me with a sad smile. “You already know the answer to that.”
I let out a sigh and walked away, heading to the downstairs bathroom.
The two of them were matched, equal...alphas. And while Cabe and I also had alpha personalities, Lanier was the leader. He had been from the start, so now that Annalise had come into the picture—with enough power to take him on and win—this was always going to happen.
Their relationship would set the tone for the rest of us. For mine. For Cabe’s.
I slammed the door behind me, pulling my dick out to take a piss. The bathroom downstairs was the opposite of Lanier’s. This one was all white marble flooring, pretty cream countertops and bright lighting.
I shook my dick and slipped it back in my joggers, moving toward the sink. Washing my hands, I stared into the mirror. My ash colored hair was messy, as usual. My red eyes hard, as usual. My piercings—one in my eyebrow, one in my nose—all in the same spot. But something else was missing.
My Bull was unsettled. He wanted to get out and find her, claim her. But technically he had nothing to claim. She had a beast, like the guys, but with Warlocks, the mating system was different. Warlocks had an animal that they shifted into, not wings. Who would my animal claim? There was nothing else within her. No animal he could mark.
I was the only one without something else to hold on to. As fucked up as it was, Anna and Lanier were now vampires, Cabe and Anna changed the fucking weather, and what did I get to share with her? Nothing.
She wouldn’t need me. I had nothing to give her.
I curled my fists, ready to smash the fucking mirror in, when the door flew open.
“Hey!” Anna shouted, coming up behind me to grab my arm. I hadn’t even realized that I lifted it. “Whoa there, big boy, slow down.”
I gritted my teeth and ripped my arm from her grasp, flying through the open door. She was fast though, running out behind me and grabbing the back of my hoodie. She pulled, yanking me back and into the wall, before she stood in front of me and placed her hands on my hips.