Slick on Her Thighs
The three Alphas circled her like wolves scenting prey, eyes devouring every inch of her body, her scent, her hair, the terrified green of her eyes. They wanted her so badly the air itself felt thick with it.
Saint’s voice slid through the mind-bond first, rough and starving.
“She smells like heaven. I need to taste her.”
“Soon, baby,” Rhys answered, voice husky, almost drunk on her. He was so close his chest brushed her back; her untouched, fertile scent flooded his lungs until his pupils bled black. “Tiny bites for now.”
Kane’s thought came darker, wilder. “I want to flood that womb until she’s round with our pup. Then we’ll finally be whole.”
He pressed his nose to the nape of her neck and inhaled like a man dying of thirst.
“S-stop…” Scarlett stammered, pushing weakly at Kane’s head. Her hands trembled; the touch was soft, uncertain.
Saint’s wolf didn’t care about soft.
Sharp fangs nipped the inside of her thigh, just a graze, just enough to sting. Scarlett jolted, a shocked cry escaping her lips. Heat flared from the tiny wound, racing straight between her legs. Slick soaked her panties instantly, sliding warm down her thighs, betraying her completely.
Saint’s wolf whined, circling her feet, tail thumping the grass. Through the bond his voice was feral: “She tastes like she’s already ours. I need my knot buried deep, locking her full of us.”
Rhys’s fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to bare her throat. Golden eyes glowed almost feral.
“You said stop,” he murmured aloud, lips brushing her ear, silk over steel. In the bond he snarled, “Next bite breaks skin, Saint. Kane, picture her belly swollen, dripping our cum, marked inside and out.”
Kane’s chest rumbled against her spine. His arms locked around her waist like iron, one big hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb rolling her nipple through the thin fabric until it ached and peaked.
“Stop?” he mocked, grinding his thick, leaking cock against her ass. “Your mouth lies, little rabbit. Your body’s begging for it.”
Scarlett whimpered, shoving harder at his chest, small palms against a mountain of muscle. “Let me go…”
Their combined pheromones drowned her, thick and intoxicating. Her knees shook. Her body wanted to melt; her mind screamed no.
Then a trembling voice cut through the haze.
“Scarlett?”
She whipped around as far as Kane’s grip allowed.
Lily and Milo stood frozen a few yards away, eyes wide with horror.
Saint’s wolf growled low; Lily stumbled back behind Milo, clutching his arm. Milo swallowed hard, refusing to meet any Alpha gaze.
“Um… Scar, we, we really need to go,” he stammered. “You said you needed help with that… topic. The one you didn’t understand.”
The lie stank, but Rhys only smiled, slow, dangerous.
Scarlett seized it like a lifeline.
“Yes!” Her voice cracked. “I have to go. Now. Please…”
Kane's arms only tightened, his cock grinding harder against her ass, a low, possessive growl rumbling from his chest.
His hand on her breast squeezed just enough to make her gasp, thumb flicking her nipple in a way that sent unwanted sparks straight to her core.
"No," he snarled in her ear, voice thick with need.
"You're not going anywhere, Omega. You're ours,”
In the mind bond, Rhys's voice cut sharp as a blade: "Kane. Let her go. Now. We play slow, remember? Make her beg."
Kane's whole body stiffened, his claws pricking her skin through the singlet. "Fuck that," he snapped back in the bond. "She's dripping for us already. I can smell it. Let me taste her, Rhys. Just one lick of that sweet virgin cunt and she'll be ours."
Rhys's eyes darkened, but his face stayed calm. "No. Release her, or I'll make you."
Kane whined, a deep, frustrated sound that vibrated through Scarlett's back, then his arms loosened. Begrudgingly. He stepped away with a final, filthy grind of his hips, leaving her swaying on her feet, legs weak and slick running down her thighs.
Saint, still in wolf form, let out a high, pitiful whine, his red eyes fixed on her like she'd just taken away his favorite toy. He circled closer, nose nudging her ankle again, tail thumping slower now, almost sad.
Scarlett didn't wait.
She bolted.
Her bare feet hit the grass, skirt flying up as she grabbed Lily's hand on one side and Milo's on the other. They didn't ask questions, they just ran with her, faces pale as ghosts, breaths coming in terrified pants.
Behind them, Kane's growl echoed through the night, low and hungry. "Run all you want, baby girl. We'll always catch you."
Saint's whine turned into a long, mournful howl that raised every hair on Scarlett's body.
Rhys just smiled, slow, and psychotic.
They didn't stop running until the South Wing dorm doors slammed shut behind them, the locks clicking into place.
But even inside, Scarlett could still feel their eyes on her skin.
And it was just the beginning.