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Gabriel looked like he slept standing upright, with a comb in his hand just in case a strand of hair fell out of place. He looked like wrinkles apologised to him, like night terrors were careful to respect his boundaries.
palms displayed, his head shaking back and forth. “No way,” he said. “That was talking. When I flirt, it works.” “Fuck off,” Oscar snarled. “While you still have shit that works.”
“I hate that fucking guy,” Oscar grumbled, turning back to the table to help her prepare the coffees. Nobody else dared to approach the drinks station. “You hate everyone,” Isobel said, too tired to care that Oscar was being a big, snarling bully. “I like you.” The words were a scrape of gravel, utterly without warmth. They still made her stomach burn, her skin tingling with pleasure.
She would never see or hear Charlie again … because Charlie … was dead.
My god
Of course, there were also plenty of things he didn’t like about her. Namely, the way she kept fucking Theodore, Kilian, and Cian.
back. Far enough to bend her pretty spine. If she was his, he could distract her from these awful emotions in a matter of minutes. She would still end the session in tears, though. Unfortunately, she wasn’t his—or at least not just his, or at least not “his” outside of their souls being tied together—and she wasn’t ready for that sort of thing. She needed softness and comfort, and not just as part of aftercare. Softness and comfort weren’t his forte. He wasn’t even sure if they were in his repertoire.
Her sigh was devastated. Kilian would have asked if there was any way to help her. Theodore would have distracted her with his stupid smile. Cian would have fucked her on top of the piano. What could Elijah possibly give her that she wasn’t already getting somewhere else?
thighs. He wasn’t sure why that was such an erotic sight, but it filled him with fantasies of pushing her between his legs while he sat at his desk, and without warning, he was suddenly thinking about shoving into her throat and how she would gag and cry, and garble pleas for him to be kinder and gentler with her—like one of her other boyfriends would be.
“What the fuck?” Cian’s voice interrupted her internal chant. She blinked her eyes open again and found herself standing beside the car as it teetered on the edge of the cliff. All ten of the Alphas had been pulled into the vision with her—almost like a punishment for her trying to escape.
figured you’d have meek, quiet Sigma sex.” He narrowed his eyes on her, seemingly regaining control of himself. “Liar.” She glared back at him and then deliberately recalled the time he and Cian had pulled her into a classroom supply closet, where Moses himself had almost fucked her, before driving into the back of her throat to come. “Oh my god, my eyes,” Theodore wailed, rolling onto his front and banging his head against the floor, punctuating each knock of his forehead with a muffled shout. “WHAT. THE. FUCK!”
She was momentarily hypnotised by the ridges of sweat-slicked muscles he was revealing, so she still hadn’t absorbed his words, even as he shoved his workout pants down his legs, revealing his cock, heavy and swollen. He was beautiful, and his penis was no less fascinating—long and thick, a darkly blushing head and thick, prominent veins, a drop of moisture already forming at the tip.
“I need you,” he groaned, the roughness of his voice gaining a desperate edge. “I’m going to claw out my skin if I don’t have you.” There was something wrong.
“Green.” She mouthed it because her voice was lost. Her mind was lost. He fed himself into her. She was already soaked from her earlier ministrations, but he still had to inch into her, his mouth falling over hers with every one of her hitched breaths or whimpers, like he needed to taste them. Halfway into her, he paused to breathe, like he needed a break. Like he was struggling for control. “You’re so tight.” He groaned, voice low and rough. “I just want to force my way in. I want you bent and b-broken …” He trailed off when she clenched around him, sucking in a sharp breath. She wasn’t used
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“I want to be so deep inside you, you won’t be able to breathe for days without thinking about how I filled you, fucked you, forced my way inside you.”
He drove in another inch, pulling back, his dark eyes catching hers. She loved feeling him flexing inside her, trying to push all the way in. She loved the way he was holding her up against the wall like he didn’t even notice how much she weighed. It felt like he could keep...
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“I’m s-stuck,” she stuttered, staring into a face she didn’t recognise.
“A mating tie,” Elijah said. He looked horrified and confused. “What?” Kalen demanded roughly. “I don’t know!” Elijah groaned, his eyes a little wild. “I only … saw it mentioned once, but it’s … none of this makes sense. None of this.” He
happened, but when she returned to the line and licked her lips, she tasted him there. Clean and comforting, he tasted like … skin. Like a body sprawled over cotton, kissed by sunlight pouring through the window. Like a lazy morning in bed.
“The only reason I’m not fucking you through the mattress right now is because your alarm will go off before I’m done, and you really need to get at least two hours of fucking sleep.”
They were … He was … Kalen West was about to fuck her.
AHHHH
know, baby.” He grunted, forcing his way in another inch. He seemed to be responding to the fear he could feel radiating through the bond. “But you’re going to take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Fuck.” He sounded like he was in pain. “I can’t go any further.” He was barely inside. What the fuck? “You’re stretching so tight around me. I need you wetter.” His fingers returned to her clit, and his other hand released her hip. She wondered if he had picked up the phone again. “Are you—” “Yes,” he growled before she could even ask the question.
“I’ve got a little bit of a fucking problem, Carter. I need to be the one who takes this fear away. I can’t explain why. I just know it needs to be me. I’m the one who makes you feel safe again. It’s fucking me.” He slid against her, making her body bow back, a low whine catching in her throat. “But if I take you …” His voice grew deeper, more gravelled, his cock twitching as he began to grind into her. “The possessive bastard inside me will grow unbearable. I need a way to remind myself that you’re mine.”
need to be able to pull up my phone and see it. See that I was here. That you were soaked for me, that your body curved for me like it’s doing now. That your perfect little pussy got all red and swollen and sensitive from my fingers and my cock.”
He kissed her hard, releasing deep groans into her mouth as her orgasm seemed to go on forever, clenching around his painful size, over and over again. “I can’t hold it,” he groaned, pulling most of the way out and ducking his head to sink his teeth into her neck. He bit her hard enough to leave a mark and then snatched up her phone again, leaning back as his chest rumbled, his thickness pulsing, growing bigger and harder. She tried to breathe through it, staring up at him wide-eyed and trying to convince herself it wasn’t happening again.
He pulled out, wetness spilling across her stomach, and then tossed her phone aside, catching her chin as he pulled her lips to his. “Say you’re mine,” he demanded. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
He cupped her pussy. “Say this is fucking mine.” Her entire body throbbed. “It’s yours.” “Don’t forget.” He kissed her again, his mouth dominating hers completely. “When you’re ready, if you’re ever ready, I’ll prove it. Until then … send me those pictures.” If Kalen finding a way to come inside her twice in one night wasn’t enough of a claiming for him, then … maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn’t ready for a relationship with him yet.
Her phone vibrated with a message. Kalen: Now. She quickly sent the photos before flopping back down, her mind reeling. She really should try to get some sleep, but she didn’t know how that was possible.
Bellamy: Ugh, fine. I’ll go first. They said they had proof I was the one who supplied Crowe with guns last year. They said they had proof that I bullied and ostracised him and pushed him to do what he did. The proof is fake, but it looks real as shit.
Some things aren’t worth winning the game.”
God, she loved that man. Liked him. What the fuck?
There was also a fresh bottle of water on her side of the bed, and a steaming cup of peppermint tea, which he had apparently noticed she liked to drink at night. She was a little too shocked to make a joke about it, so she just curled up on the bed, plugged in her phone, and cradled the tea, edging into the warmth of his side to see what he was doing.
Come on service!
told him I had an abusive upbringing. I told him about my own father and how I started to repeat some of those patterns with you. It’s not going to be an overnight fix … but I’m trying. I just thought you should know.”
Dont. Care.
Gabriel looked like he was about to be sick. His hands were shaking.
Oh no baby bean!
She eyed Theodore as Oscar laid back down, his hands caressing her ass as her dress fluttered down to cover where they were joined. He was still hard inside her, and she knew from the occasions where he had slipped into her bed over the last few weeks that if she stayed there any longer, he would turn three orgasms into six … especially if he was touching her ass, which he seemed to have a particular fondness for.
An ass man hehehe
Kilian was already standing, already striding for her. “Come on, baby.” He held out his arms and she weakly clamoured into them, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “The bond was mean to you tonight, hm?”
Awwww
Tall, powerful, popular, charming, skilled, hardworking—and Mikel.
Hater lmfaooo
Sigmas were strong. Caran Carter had been strong—the strongest person he had ever known. It always confused him, the concept of a strong Sigma. It was hard to admit it, but once he finished reading her journals, he finally realised it. Caran Carter was a fucking fighter.
PERIOD RIP A REAL ONE
Like a fucking Sigma coward. No, he wasn’t allowed to say that. Like a … pussy? No, that was sexist. Like a … weak little gir— No, that was worse. Sometimes, it felt like the list of things he needed to fix was endless. But he wasn’t a fucking quitter. He wasn’t whatever Isobel used to be.
He so weord bro fuck him
curtain. He pulled her back around to face him, his grip light. “I wish we could change the world,” he spoke lowly, “but the world doesn’t listen just because you want them to. You think a human woman can just decide one day that all violences against her will stop? You think she can just say so? That it’s over now, because she said so? No. She has to play the game. She has to wait for her moment and choose her words, or she will be laughed at, disregarded, or attacked. That’s our world.” He gently squeezed her wrist. “If they won’t even afford half of their own population the courtesy of
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never said we should just take it. I said we can’t control them. But if someone comes for my body, my Sigma, or my Alphas, they will regret it.”
“Morning, Carter.” His eyes stopped at the hem of her shirt, which hadn’t fallen properly to cover her underwear. She quickly fixed it. “We were just—” “About to fuck,” Oscar inserted. “Thanks for the interruption.” “All four of you?” Mikel shot back dryly. “He was going to use us as a mattress,” Kilian sighed out. “And try to scar us from ever coming to her room again.”
Ash spilled across the back of his tongue and black spots danced over his vision. He wanted to destroy.
But everything was not under control because Isobel wasn’t unconscious due to her Sigma power. From what he could tell, she had lied to Oscar and told the truth to Gabriel—and the truth had been bad enough to trigger Gabriel’s ferality. Niko and Oscar couldn’t know—and neither could Theodore and Moses. Luckily, Mikel caught on quickly.
Damn
Isobel had been drugged, and there was only one culprit—the one who had been skulking around downstairs like he was looking for someone. Fucking Cesar Cooper. There was a reason Isobel had only told Gabriel.
She was so tiny. So fragile. So soft. So his. And Cooper was so dead.
“Because he drugged you,” Gabriel said. “You ran to Oscar and Moses’ room but spoke to me through the bond. I went feral and messaged Elijah. He figured it out and managed to stop anyone else from losing their shit, but now we have a situation.” “Because we aren’t stupid,” Moses snarled.
To the others, he said, “No going rogue. We decide what to do about Cooper right here, right now.” “I want blood,” Oscar said calmly. A little too calmly.
Hell yea
“Getting him fired isn’t enough,” Moses said before anyone could suggest otherwise. “He needs to die. He’s a predator. Who knows what he would have done?”
