So Killian and Cade were brothers. I guess that's why they had the same jawline.
“Let me see your neck,” Ryker said as he pulled me closer to him. “Ahh, the big fucker got you good.Jesus.That looks pretty gnarly.”
Ryker brushed my hair away from the wound to get a better look when out of nowhere Killian lunged for him, tackling him to the ground.
“Touch it and die, pup,” Killian growled, standing over Ryker with his teeth bared.
Cade, fed up with the violence and destruction, alpha barked at Killian, demanding he get off of Ryker. Killian begrudgingly did, holding out his hand to help Ryker up. Ryker grabbed it, but as he was halfway to standing, Killian ripped his hand away and Ryker fell flat on his ass. He then let out a deep belly laugh, amused by messing with Ryker.
Tensions seemed to be diffused after that, as Killian and Cade started communicating back and forth. They weren’t talking but using sign language, or something that looked like it. Their hands were flying, making symbols and shapes, clearly deep in conversation.
“They communicate like that a lot, in some dumb language they made up when they were kids. Killian prefers it to talking,although he's been real chatty lately. I think you put him in a good mood,” Ryker explained.
If this was Killian in a good mood, I didn’t want to see him in a bad one.
“Well, before Killian held me hostage and nearly ate me, I was on my way to freshen up, so I’m just going to…” I pointed to the restroom.
Ryker nodded, letting me slip away as he tried to follow what Cade and Killian were talking about in their secret language.
“What the fuck, Killian! You ate all of my Fruity-Os!” I heard Ryker complaining as the bathroom door clicked shut behind me.
Sighing a breath of relief that I was finally alone, and no one was watching me pee or shower, I considered their behavior. Maybe I was making headway in my plans to gain their trust, as I could finally use the bathroom by myself.
I freshened up, taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth using the pink toothbrush Cade gave me last night. Inspecting my shoulder in the mirror, I noted the raw and angry bite mark, which was now free from blood, but looked, in the words of Ryker, “gnarly” none-the-less. He really had a way with words. I redressed in the same clothes I had been wearing, even though they had gotten a little blood on them.
I didn’t want to leave the sanctity of the bathroom, but I knew if I took too long, someone would come looking for me. I reluctantly made my way into the common space. When I exited, all three men were sitting in the living room staring at me expectantly. It was intimidating to have the sole attention of any of them, but having all of their undivided attention was beyond intense.
“Come here, Rowan,” Cade commanded.
Ryker sat in the unbroken armchair opposite the couch, bouncing his knee up and down, while chewing on a toothpick. He smiled and winked at me. There was a tiny space between Cade and Killian on the couch that I squeezed into. I was all too aware of how their huge muscular thighs bracketed mine.
Cade pulled a white and red medical kit from beside the couch. He rooted through it, grabbing some antiseptic and bandages, before passing them to Killian. Killian brushed my damp hair away from the wound, and even though his touch was gentle, I couldn’t help but flinch. Cade put his hand at the base of my neck, holding me in place for his brother.
“You don’t need to be frightened. He won’t bite you again. He was marking you. I know you're out of touch with omega behavior, but normally they enjoy it. The mark is for other alphas, so they know you belong to our pack. We will all eventually mark you, but we were planning on waiting until you had had more time to adjust. Killian’s instincts ride a little closer to the surface than most; he didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Well, the problem with that, Cade, is that I do not belong to anyone or any pack, because I am a person, not a pet. I’m pretty sure that despite it being normal omega behavior, asking someone before biting them is standard procedure.”
This seemed to amuse all three of them as Killian snorted, Cade’s mouth tipped up in a smirk, and Ryker flashed a sharp grin, leaning forward.Great,I’m pretty sure I had just issued them an ownership challenge.
Killian made a hand gesture using their secret language, which Cade translated to, “He says he’s sorry.”
Something about Killian’s proud expression and the way his eyes lingered on the bite mark he inflicted told me he wasn'tthatsorry.
He got to work cleaning and dressing the wound as Cade continued holding me in place by my neck. Killian was feeling territorial and didn't want anyone else touching it. I sucked in a sharp breath when the antiseptic hit my raw skin, stinging painfully. They both started purring quietly, just enough to take the edge off and mellow me out.
The steady pressure from Cade’s hand, Kilian's light touches, their enormous frames boxing me between them, and Ryker’s hungry gaze wandering across my body, had an intoxicating effect on me. I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my heartbeat and breathing, but that only intensified my other senses, causing me to hyper-focus on how their purrs vibrated against my skin. I squeezed my legs together to prevent them from sensing how needy I was, but as soon as my eyes snapped open I realized they already knew.
There was somethingseriouslywrong with me.
Kilian had just bitten me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he did to me what Ryker had done last night. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Ever since I had been off of my suppressants, my mind and body had been in a constant war for control. My body was winning. It wanted to feel the things that these men made me feel, and it didn’t care about the semantics of kidnapping.
“I think Kitten wants us to pet her," Ryker said to Cade, but his eyes were on me.
Cade turned my head to face him. “I think so too. Is that right, Rowan? Do you want to be touched? Do you want to cum? I’m sure if you ask Ryker nicely, he’ll oblige you again.”
The pressure between my legs was building, and a light sheen of sweat broke out across my skin. I felt so empty and needy. They were playing with my emotions and instincts again. I swallowed thickly, realizing they were all watching me, waiting for a response.
I tried to resist. There were a million reasons to shout, “No!” I attempted to make a list of all the reasons, but suddenly I couldn’t think clearly. All I could think of was how incredible it had felt to orgasm.
