Sanctuary
Then Kade laughed.
It was the same manic, wide-eyed sound from the party, and entirely too comfortable in this space. Amos’s friends flickered through my mind—the way they were allowed to walk in, to look at me, to take what they wanted while he watched with boredom.
My lungs constricted, two sizes too small. I couldn’t draw enough air to stop the spots from dancing across my vision. My skin didn’t just crawl; it felt like a thousand stinging insects were waking up beneath the surface, a frantic, vibrating heat made my blood boil.
The heavy tread of boots on the stairs sent a jolt of pure terror through my spine. I didn’t just hear the footsteps; I felt them in my teeth. When the door finally opened, I didn’t see the man who had been tenderly washing my hair. I saw a silhouette. A threat.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my chin dipping low to protect my throat, my entire body winding into a tight, trembling coil.
He cut through the distance, stopping before me. He reached out and gripped the edge of my towel.
“Drop it,” he commanded.
The air in the room turned to ice.
“Is this the part where I… where I have to say hi to your guest?” I whispered, my voice finding that broken edge.
The man’s hand froze. He stepped into my space, his heat a wall against my shivering frame. He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to see the absolute certainty/seriousness in his gaze. “I am not him.”
I blinked. The spell broke. Dane stood before me now. Behind him, Kade leaned against the wall, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. The moment his eyes landed on me, the faint scent of chocolate and cherries flared, cutting through my stagnant fear.
“Hey, Lumberjack.” His gaze pinned me like a physical weight.
I searched for the mockery in the lines of his face, the cruelty I’d learned to expect from Alphas in a group.
But it wasn’t there. Kade didn’t look at me like I was a toy; he looked at me like I was a revelation he was granted the gift to witness.
The static in my head quieted, replaced by a hum of recognition.
“No one touches you, but me today. Do you understand?” I wanted Kade. For a reason lost to me, I needed him.
I nodded, breathless. He pulled the towel away, leaving me naked as the day I was born. I expected to feel the old, familiar bile of humiliation, but as Dane led me to the wall beside Kade, a different sensation itched at the back of my skull.
Dane didn’t give me time to overthink. He lifted me up on his shoulders, my legs instinctively locking around his neck. He backed me against the wall, his fingers digging into my ass.
“Watch, brother, as I take what’s mine.”
Then, he took me. His tongue speared into me, hot and demanding.
I gasped, my head thudded back against the wall as he buried his face between my thighs.
Every flick of his tongue was a calculated strike against my clit.
My legs trembled as they tightened around his head.
Stroke after stroke, he brought me close.
I stared down at him, my fingers tangling in his hair, forcing him closer, deeper.
I wanted to see it—I wanted to watch the primal need in his eyes as he devoured me.
“I bet you taste divine,” Kade hummed, the words shoving me closer to the edge.
I felt Kade’s gaze tracking the arch of my back.
I faced him, and a hunger that mirrored the pulse between my thighs stared back.
He didn’t look away. Every slap of Dane’s tongue, every obscene sound of suction echoed in the small space, and I wanted Kade to hear every bit of it.
I wanted him to see the wetness glistening on Dane’s chin as he pulled back for a second, his eyes dark and blown out, before diving back in to finish me off.
His brows pinched as if in pain. My mouth fell open as my orgasm peaked.
“Are you coming, Lumberjack?” he cooed.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
Dane feasted on my slick, his body pulsing against mine. He didn’t pull away just because I came. He kept me pinned against the wall, drinking me like a man starved. I was a mess, my skin sensitized by Kade’s unwavering stare from the shadows.
Dane hooked his arms under my knees and hauled me against his chest. He carried me to his bed, and I caught the blur of Kade moving with us, his shadow stretching long across the black walls.
He didn’t stay back; he pulled a heavy leather chair right to the edge of the mattress, sitting backward with his arms folded over the headrest. He wanted a front-row seat.
The mattress dipped under our combined weight as Dane shoved me onto the pillows. He flipped me over so that I was on all fours, facing Kade. He gripped my hips, and I knew what he was about to do.
“W-wait,” I spluttered.
“You’ve done nothing but beg for it and now that I’m going to give it to you, you tell me to wait?” he chuckled.
He raised a beautiful brow. It still surprised me that this man wanted me. But seeing him in all of his glory, ready to fuck me senseless, I melted. I was a moth to his flame, ready to let him burn me to ash.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
His gaze darkened, but he didn’t complain.
I looked back over my shoulder, my heart hammering against my ribs, as he reached behind him to pull open the drawer of the side table.
When he turned back to me, the latex crinkled in his hand.
A part of me wanted him to come inside me, but I didn’t want a child.
He pinched it and rolled it on. He gripped my hips, lined his cock up with my entrance, and slammed into me.
The air left my lungs as my internal walls seized around the intrusion, stretching to accommodate his impossible girth.
When my lashes fluttered open, Kade was there. He didn’t blink, his knuckles white as he gripped the chair, his focus on the space where Dane and I connected. Kade’s every breath was like a caress. I felt a frantic need to show him what Dane claimed.
“Dane!” I rasped, seeing stars as my body stretched, burned, and threatened to tear. I felt as if he had rearranged my insides and the sensation shoved its way into my throat.
Knots! My legs shook and my arms trembled as I came. And came. And fucking came. My orgasm ripped through me, stealing my breath and all reason.
“Just look at you,” Dane groaned.
He wasn’t all the way in, but I was a mess—a tornado of feeling.
My body screamed different things at once.
I wanted to crawl away from him, clawing at the sheets until I could free myself before I died from cock.
But a small, needy voice moaned and begged for him to fuck me until he drowned everything else out.
I twitched around him. Everything hurt. He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked so my chin lifted and my eyes were on the ceiling.
The painful grip on my waist would bruise tomorrow, but I loved it and craved his next move.
“There she is,” he grunted as our eyes locked.
He drank in my face, expressions, and parted lips as he pushed past the resistance. My jaw fell slack as my cervix opened for him. Painful, deep, everything.
My neck stretched at an odd angle. The tendons were being pulled.
It was uncomfortable, but all I could focus on was him.
Dane always looked like he was in control, but as I stared into his eyes, a storm waited in his.
When he was seated, he withdrew, and it was as if my guts were rushing to fill the empty space left behind.
He took his time, easing out of me so I could feel inch by sinful inch of him leave my body.
“Dane,” I gasped.
His eyes locked on my neck, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
I shouldn’t want him to mark me, but I do.
The Omega in me craved it. Goosebumps broke out over my flesh and I clenched around nothing, my body acting independently of my terror.
The idea of him claiming me had another gush of wetness dripping from my gaping hole.
I whimpered as his tip pressed against my wet pussy again. I pushed back against him, but his grip held me in place, turning my movement into a struggle. Then he slammed into me, a brutal, bottoming-out strike that sent my body jerking forward. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
“Make me come, please, wait,” Dane mocked, his voice a low rasp against my ear.
The warmth from the bath was gone. He wasn’t looking at me; he was looking at Kade, showing off how easily he could use me.
Across from me, Kade didn’t flinch. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white where he gripped the leather chair, but his eyes weren’t mocking. They were predatory, drinking in the sight of my submission as if he were starving and Dane was giving him a feast.
“You don’t get to tell me when to stop, Babygirl,” he hissed, the words landing like lashes. “You’re a hole for me to use until I’m done.”
Kade’s gaze dropped to the space where Dane was buried in me, his chest heaving as if he were the one running a marathon. He didn’t look away, and he didn’t laugh. He watched with a reverence that turned that “hole” comment into a title of honor.
Any other man saying those words would have sent me running for the door. But from Dane, it felt like a dark gift. A rebranding. He wasn’t discarding me for Kade; he was claiming the parts of me I was ashamed of. He could say whatever he wanted as long as he gave me his dick.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he fucked me hard and slow. He pulled out until I was weeping from the loss, then speared back in. My breasts swung with each cruel thrust of his hips, the friction of his thighs hitting mine making me feel like I was being torn from the inside.
The hand on my hair disappeared, only for his palm to wrap around my throat an instant later, trapping my scream in my chest. He held me there as my mouth fell slack.
“Lies, baby girl. You can’t make up your mind, but don’t worry,” he growled. “Daddy’s got you.”
A stray tear fell because I knew he meant it. Dane pounded into me as if I were nothing but a tool meant for his pleasure. My body moved according to his will.
“Do you like how I fill your hole?” Dane asked.
I loved it when he talked like that. The hand on my hip trailed down until he squeezed my cheek possessively.
His, his, his. He pulled my cheek, spreading me, and hummed.
My skin heated where his gaze feasted on my most intimate parts.
His thumb pressed against my ass and I tightened against the intrusion.
Fear ran down my spine, straightening my back. Amos’s ghost flickered too close. I opened my mouth, words failing me. I didn’t want that but couldn’t remember why. What do I say to make it stop?
“Red,” I sobbed.
From the corner of my eye, Kade shifted, the glass in his hand trembling as he watched Dane’s stillness.
I’d been so lost in pleasure and fear, I hadn’t noticed he’d already removed his thumb. He must have sensed something—he pulled back and held me in his arms. All thrusting had stopped, though he was still almost knot-deep inside me.
I said the one word to make him stop, and he listened.