Chapter 18 #2
“Thank you for your concern,” I blurted, yanking at Dorian’s arm. I didn’t doubt Dorian would destroy the man. “I’m fine,” I assured with a smile. “Thank you for letting me borrow your phone.”
After another look from the Alpha, he nodded and walked away, taking with him his plume of aggression.
Dorian stepped forward, blocking my view with his wide back. He rolled his shoulders. In a burst of movement, he faced me. I gawked up at him.
“Who did you call?” Dorian spat.
“I-I.” I stumbled back, and he caught my nape in his large hand.
He peered over his shoulder, and when he turned back to face me, his expression was tight.
He looked over my head and dragged me stumbling after him.
I only saw a flash of the bright green exit sign, then he pushed through.
With the click of the door, it left us outside with only the waning moon to offer light.
His face hovered over mine, the threat clear as his thumb rubbed against the column of my neck near my Scent Gland.
“Who did you call?” Dorian repeated.
“No one,” I managed to push out.
He hissed a breath out between his teeth and his body overwhelmed me, forcing me back multiple steps until a smooth wall pushed against my back. He was maddened. Without restraint. My vision blurred, and I gasped a small breath.
“Who did you call?”
“No one,” I retorted.
“Eva,” he snarled. He shoved his hips against my belly, the hard rod of his cock shoving against me aggressively. There was no gentleness, no Dorian. He was pure need as he ground his cock into my belly.
“You are mine,” he hissed, nose touching mine.
He was squeezing my nape too hard.
“It hurts,” I whispered. He went so still it rivaled a statue. Dorian’s hand softened, and a moment later, he was suddenly yanked away. He whirled on a pissed off Rafe.
“Mine,” Dorian snarled.
He shoved Rafe, making him growl. They got in each other’s faces, and the Alpha pheromones were turning me on so much I had to brace myself against the wall. Rafe shoved him. Dorian came back at him until they were chest to chest and breathing hard.
Dorian had seemed the most levelheaded, but I was realizing that wasn’t the case.
The antsiness under my skin was growing in force. I eyed the parking lot. At the end of it, it led to dark trees, and more importantly, away from them. I could get a head start and wave someone down on a road—
An arm wound around my stomach and yanked me back.
“Naughty, Omega,” Cade tsked and tucked me against his front. His large hands slid down my side, grazing against the side of my breast. “I’ve never seen them fight or disagree . . . on anything.” He chuckled against my ear, wringing shivers from my body. “Look at what you did.”
I was close to panting. Their scents surrounded me—infected me. When I first took Repressitol, it was easier to fight off the desire, at the very least to keep a hold of my thoughts, but that resistance was fading.
“She will answer,” Dorian snarled to Rafe.
Cade tightened his grip on me. He suddenly inhaled sharply. He swatted my ass, and I yelped. Just as quickly, he slid his fingers under my dress hem, shoving his fingers inside my sex.
I stiffened at the touch of his cold fingers. “So much slick,” Cade whispered. “You needy little temptress.”
Cade curved his fingers inside me, rubbing against my aching core, then pulled them free. My dress fell back down with the retreat of his hand. He popped his slick-covered fingers into his mouth, sucking my need off them.
“She called someone.”
Cade yanked his fingers out of his mouth. “What?”
“A man,” Dorian spat like a curse. Rafe’s shoulders jerked, and he turned all that aggression toward me.
Cade’s arms around me flexed, and he growled. “Who was it?”
Now that Rafe wasn’t fighting against him, Dorian stormed toward me, looming over me like a tower. I swallowed, eyeing his shadowed face. I couldn’t have moved if I tried.
“Silent again?” Dorian scoffed. Suddenly, he was in front of me, arm curling around my waist and hoisting me off the ground. I tipped over his shoulder, breath exploding from my lips, and shoved my palms against his back. Dorian jostled me, making me lose my grip. “Let’s go home.”
The only fortunate part of being dragged about like this was that I could ignore my lust. Soon, the golden-tinted light fell across the ground. We’d reached the front of the venue.
“Twelve,” Rafe announced. There was a sound of shuffling, then the clink of keys.
“I’ll get that right away, Sirs,” the young-sounding male voice announced, and footsteps retreated.
I stopped fighting and dangled in Dorian’s grip, fuming, terrified, and not knowing what to do.
Scream for help?
An engine roared to the front.
I heard Cade’s voice as he addressed the valet. “She’s not feeling well.”
I saw a flash of their smirks before Dorian slid into the back seat, all the way to the middle. Then he maneuvered me until I rested face down on his lap, pinning me ass up with his hand.
“Drive,” Dorian bit out. Rafe peeled away, jostling me against Dorian who continued to pet my spine. Each of his soft touches was causing need to bubble.
Dorian gripped my shoulder, rolled me toward him and hoisted me upright. The venue was a speck in the distance. He yanked my dress up, then slid a finger inside my panties and tore them off quickly.
I gasped, but my brain hadn’t caught up with my body. Dorian pulled my thighs apart until I straddled him.
“Don’t move.”
His order was abrupt and harsh. I froze, eyes wide on his angry green ones. He reached down, the backs of his hands brushing against my core as he undid his pants. Grabbing my hips, he widened my legs and slammed me down. My channel gave way to his cock and his knot. I shuddered, whimpering.
Desire crashed against my body.
This felt so fucking good that I couldn’t stop the twitch of my hips. My eyelids fluttered. He gripped my waist and forced me still.
“You don’t get to move. You don’t get to come until you tell me who you called.”
I clamped my teeth together audibly. Dorian’s hands at my waist forced me down in a single grind. I groaned, thudding my forehead on his chest.
This was cruel.