Chapter 12
Iperched on the edge of the bed, still wearing the sleep shorts and top, waiting for the Ironwyld Pack’s return. Dorian had come to my bedroom a few hours ago to inform me they were leaving for a while, but when they returned, that we’d be going to the auction later.
I was to be ready for that. After bathing, I’d curled my hair into soft waves using the straightener Dorian purchased and did my makeup, which he also purchased.
All I had left to do was get dressed in that navy trumpet dress Dorian picked out. It was to die for and worth the three-digit price tag. The sleeves fell off the shoulders, creating a heart shape neckline, and the sleek silk of the fabric had elegant beading along the corset.
It was perfect . . . but with the back gaping all the way to the waist, I needed the silk shawl I’d almost had to beg Dorian for. I hated having my back exposed.
I shook my hair out. Night had fallen moments ago, but they’d not returned, and sitting here was driving me crazy. I shoved on the slippers—another purchase—and shuffled out of the bedroom.
Silence met me, and I continued into the hall I hadn’t walked down.
My bedroom was the first door, so I peeked inside the next one.
A home gym. I kept walking; instead of the hall ending, it turned in a sharp left to more doors.
Opening the door after the gym, I entered, coming to an abrupt stop at the threshold.
The walls were painted a deep grayish-blue shade, and the sconces framing the four corners caused light to spill across the ceiling.
A bed was pushed up against the wall across from me, covered in a simple white comforter.
I entered, and their scent hit me across the face, but it wasn’t just theirs. Their scent was mingled with other smells . . .
Stepping inside felt like I was breaking some rule. What kind of room was this that there was only a bed? Even my room was homier than this. I went to the only drawers to the right of the bed and tugged them open. Lube, zip ties, rope . . .
The dots connected—no, they fucking collided. This was where they brought fuck buddies.
A wave of nausea rolled through my stomach. The white bedsheets seemed so innocent.
Was this where they fucked Deborah?
Rage bubbled to life, and restless energy churned my stomach. They kept it nice and clean in here. So carefully fucking preserved.
I gritted my teeth and marched out, heading past my bedroom, through the living room, and ended up in the kitchen. I beelined for the knives sheathed in the wood holder and plucked one out.
My Scent Matches fucked other women while I was in the house?
“Perros, estupidos, pendejos!”
A litany of curses flooded my thoughts, bursting forward with such intense rage it gutted me. I gripped the handle of the knife harder, stormed back to the bedroom and stabbed the sharp tip straight into the mattress. It cut like butter.
Immediate relief swept through me. I yanked the knife and sliced a deep cut that caused foam to burst at the edges.
I left it poking out of the cushion and strode to the drawers.
When the hinge stopped, I didn’t and tugged until something snapped.
The contents spilled onto the floor, leaving the drawer hanging on one side.
Bitterness, disgust, and frustration collided in my stomach making a scream stick in my throat.
I kicked a bottle of lube, and it hit the base of the wall.
Every surface in this room was an insult to me.
They were an insult. I stormed to the knife and continued carving the bed, stabbing holes as if it was them spilling foam guts.
“Eva!” Dorian roared, and I whirled with the knife in hand.
I blew at the lint clinging to my cheek. This might land me back in the closet-jail, but it was worth it.
“What the fuck?” Cade breathed.
The three of them stood with similar expressions of shock that slowly morphed into different things. Cade was awed with the corners of his lips upturned. Rafe had a smirk, almost proud. And lastly, Dorian was confused, like he couldn’t make sense of the scene before him.
That was the first time they’d referred to me by my name. How could my Scent Matches have treated me like this? How could they be such cruel individuals? Just like Father.
Rafe strode forward, his movement so quick and unexpected that I lashed out without thought. The knife slashed his arm, and a thin line bubbled with blood.
This wasn’t me. I was poised. Damn it, I held myself together. I never reacted with so much rage. Never.
But I couldn’t ignore the bitterness starting to sink its teeth into me. Like vines curling around every single vein. They were doing this to me . . .
No, I was doing it to myself.
I rolled my shoulders.
“I’m sorry—” He had a hand over mine, securing the knife so I couldn’t drop it. Rafe didn’t stop coming toward me, his presence overwhelming. I inclined my head back until it hurt. Still, I couldn’t read anything in his brown eyes.
Arms banded around my middle and jerked me back. I yelped, writhing to free myself. Delicious coffee filled my nose. I held my breath. But it was too late, the violent need that lived simmering under my skin roared to the forefront.
“Stop fighting, you naughty little temptress,” Cade said into my hair.
Rafe’s free hand yanked my shorts down, baring my sex. Cade backed up, taking me with him as he sat on the bed until I leaned against his chest and my feet dangled off the ground. Cade’s free hand gripped my knee and splayed my legs apart.
Rafe’s gaze focused on my sex, his hand still gripping mine holding the knife. Were they about to carve me up? My throat clogged, and I swept my gaze around. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Dorian hovered near the door, watching with heat simmering in his gaze.
He wouldn’t help me.
Rage boiled in my veins, and it was only worsening. I needed to get rid of this feeling.
“Get your dirty whore hands off me.”
Rafe tugged my hand, forcing my arm to stretch down. He twisted. Was he about to stab my—The pressure of the hilt pushed against my clit in a pressure so pleasant it made my toes curl.
“Oh,” I moaned, unable to keep it caged. Damn them for making it feel so good. Rafe studied my sex, his attention so riveted, I followed his gaze. My bare sex was spread, allowing a clear view of the bud of my clit. He gently rubbed the hard hilt against it.
I bit my lip, trying my hardest not to tip my hips up. So slowly, he glided the handle lower and lower. I held my breath, anxious and on edge for what was to come.
He thrust the hilt into my channel, hand half on the hilt and half on the blade. The thrust stole my breath. My sex clamped around the hard wood like it was a cock.
“I—” My groan interrupted whatever I was about to say, not that I could remember.
My God, this feels so good. Tingles wracked my limbs.
Cade rubbed his thumb against my side. Fortunately, it was over my skin.
“You—”
Rafe released my hand, which fell limply to the side, and gripped the silver metal to work the hilt in halfway. My hand fisted, eyelids fluttering as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“It’s clear you want it,” Cade murmured in my ear. I did, I really did.
I whimpered, my channel throbbing.
Rafe withdrew the base of the knife until only the shallow end was in.
God yes, I wanted their knots. So much. He pulled it out the rest of the way and lifted the glistening end to my mouth. I lifted my weak arm to push my palm against his chest. It didn’t move him even a little, and he pressed the wet wood to my lips.
“Lick it,” Rafe ordered gruffly.
He didn’t wait for me and forced the tip between my lips.
The salty taste of my slick met my tongue.
He withdrew it, and I licked my lips, collecting the need left behind.
The same slick that would be an aphrodisiac for them as my Scent Matches.
Rafe lowered the knife again, and I followed the movement, breathless and aching.
Slick dripped down the crevice of my ass, and I could only watch, limp and needy, as he rolled the hilt over my clit again. I grunted, my legs stiffening. Then he shoved it inside me.
My orgasm wracked my body, and I ground my hips in a circle. I ended up bunching his T-shirt with one hand. My other hand ended up on top of Cade’s muscled arm, nails burrowing into his skin.
I couldn’t hold back the needy sounds. Through my blurry sight, Rafe leaned down. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me.
“We didn’t fuck the Beta,” he growled in my ear.
He tossed the knife onto the bed and left the room. Leaving me in the throes of my orgasm. They hadn’t fucked her? I exhaled sharply, my body finally sagging against Cade.
“Oof, you pissed Rafe off.” Cade chuckled against my hair.
I cut off my shiver and threw back an elbow, connecting.
“Fuck,” he hissed, but I managed to free myself. I burst forward and came to a stop when Dorian blocked the door.
“Get dressed,” Dorian murmured, his voice husky.
My gaze dropped to the bulge where his zipper was. He moved to the side, allowing me to slide past him. My arm grazed against him, and all I heard was his exhale.
I ran to the bedroom I stayed in, slamming the door shut behind me.
After leaning against the wall until I caught my breath, I straightened and headed to the mirror in the bathroom to check my makeup. It’d held up. As did my hair fortunately. I fluffed it out.
I padded back to the bed where I’d laid out the dress. I disrobed and set my PJs on the bed, neatly folded, grabbed a new pair of matching panties, and slid the dress on. It took a lot of hopping and maneuvering to get the zipper up from the middle of my ass to the small of my back, but I did it.
It was undeniable; my heat was coming. There were no suppressants around, and every interaction with them was turning me into a slick-riddled mess.
They could get me through my heat . . .
Full stop. If that happened, it would burn through the suppressants I was on. After my heat, if they had one whiff of me, they’d know.
I could always make sure to make an escape before they woke up . . .
Groaning, I closed my eyes. Desire simmered under my skin, ready to burst at any moment.
I had to get my hands on suppressants tonight, the pure stuff.
And not the suppressants I was used to that took hours to take effect.
Repressitol would work immediately. I just never had the guts to take the fast-acting drug, because the pills were easier to take in a rush, and there were no side effects.
That wasn’t the worst bit of my incoming heat.
Now that I had met my Scent Matches, my heat would bring on a Haze so severe, that I’d turn into a pained bundle of agony if I wasn’t taken care of.
Another Pack could ease it, even if they had triggered it.
It wouldn’t be comparable to having my Alphas, but at least I wouldn’t want to die from the unsatiated pain.
I had to get my hands on suppressants, but worst-case scenario, I could find a Pack that would ease me through it—I mean if they were going to auction my heat—I could take advantage of the situation. Grabbing my shawl, I tucked it over my shoulders so it would cover my exposed back.
A bang vibrated the door.
“Let’s get going. We’ll be late,” Cade called out.
After sliding on the heels from before, I hurried to the door and through the living room where they waited. As soon as they saw me, Dorian and Rafe walked through the hall, still talking in hushed tones. Cade jerked his chin toward them. I fell into step behind the other two.
“What crawled up that luscious ass of yours?” Cade murmured, so close his delicious breath tickled my ear. “To the point that you’re slicing up our bedding?” He grabbed my hand.
I sneered at him, wrenching away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Why have you been so uptight?” he mumbled, sounding genuinely disgruntled. “It was ever since—” He went silent, and I peeked at him to see wide eyes and thick eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re jealous?” Cade said, voice unsure. “You’re jealous.” Humor filled his tone, and that flared my temper.
I whirled. “You disgust me,” I hissed, offering him a hate-filled glare.
His shoulders straightened with a jerk. Hurt flashed over his features so fast I must have imagined it.
Cade’s eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared.
It looked like he was on the verge of saying something.
Instead he scoffed and strutted past, surpassing Rafe and Dorian—like he was running from me.
The other two Alphas watched me with their eyebrows raised.
“I’ve never felt that from him,” Dorian said, cocking his head.
Was he feeling him through their Alpha bonds?
Pack bonds formed on their own. Once Alphas were in sync, their bond settled into place.
The Ironwyld Alphas were such a unit, so comfortable with each other, they must have had their bonds settle a long time ago.
In claiming an Omega, the bonds would be sealed.
“Are we going?” I asked, not holding back the attitude.
They shared a look and turned forward. I trailed behind until we reached the wide foyer. Rafe held the door open for me. I eyed him suspiciously. Did his lips twitch?
Huffing, I lifted my chin and followed Dorian to the same luxurious American vehicle. Overgrown bushes lined the edges of the lawn; the only area they didn’t was the driveway. It looked like the homes on this street had miles of space between them.
I tugged the shawl around my shoulders, waiting beside the trunk. Dorian watched me with eyebrows raised from where he stood by the passenger side. With a few wide strides, he was by my side. He cupped my waist with a hand and guided me to the backseat door.
He met my questioning look. “Can’t have the dress wrinkling in the trunk.”
His lips twitched the slightest bit.
And damn it. My heart fluttered.