Without waiting for an answer, he fists my hair and guides my lips to Kaige’s cock. Bracing myself on his thigh, I barely keep myself from gagging, but his strangled litany of praising curses gives me encouragement. Palming the base of his cock, I stroke him a few times to catch my breath before swirling my tongue over the tip and taking him as deeply as I can stand. A few bobs later he's on the verge of coming undone, taking over for Slade to palm the back of my head and guide my motions. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck hard, and his grip tightens in my hair to hold me in place. With a strangled sound, he stills, cock jerking in my mouth as he comes hard and fast.
Swallowing him down, I flick my tongue over him as I retreat, only getting a momentary reprieve before Slade has my jaw in a firm grip, stroking himself with the other. Parting my lips, I barely manage to take the tip before he’s coming on my tongue. With a few shallow thrusts, he fills my mouth, forcing me to take everything he has to give.
Or so I thought before an arm bands around my ribcage and wrenches me free.
Boden has always been nearly as restrained around me as Slade has, but right now? I hardly even recognize him. Trapping me against his chest, he strides around to the other side of the bed. It puts his back to the wall, giving him a clear view of the only entrance into the room, and me of the others watching us.
His voice is a guttural demand in my ear. “Where. The fuck. Were you?”
A moment later, I’m on my hands and knees, catching a brief glimpse of Damian storming into the room before my cheek is pressed into the mattress. Keeping a heavy hand between my shoulder blades to pin me down, there’s a faint rustle of fabric before he’s lining himself up and slamming into me in a single, solid thrust.
“I said.” Releasing the pressure on my back, he wraps my hair around his wrist and tugs my head up. Punctuating each word with a brutal thrust, he demands, “Where.” My breath hitches. “Were.” Another, and I’m gasping. “You?”
Barely able to get the words out, I rasp the highlights. “Mom gassed the room to knock us out and tried to keep me from going to the mountain because apparently my nefarious counterpart is power hungry and plans to overthrow the world.”
As anticipated, he takes my words with a grain of salt and only hammers into me harder, as if he can fuck the answer he wants out of me. “Try again.”
The sound of fabric shredding beneath my lengthening claws is accompanied by a breathy moan. “Not exaggerating. Turns out I’ve been feeding off of you without any of us realizing, and that’s what’s making shifters take an interest, notme.” Struggling to keep my mind on the conversation, nearly a minute passes as I lose myself in the sensations before his warning snarl has the words tumbling from my mouth.“So you might not actually be in love with me, just addicted to my specific brand of torture.”
Yanking me upright, he plasters me against his heaving chest as he fucks me with shallow thrusts, growling into my ear, “Don’t try to convince me that what I feel about you isn’t real.”
Swallowing, I lick my lips. “I’m not, you’re the one that asked. I’m simply passing along what we learned; true or not.”
It hardly appeases him, and each thrust he manages from this angle has me tightening around him. “Do you have any idea what it was like to wake up and find you gone?” At my soft sound of protest, he slips one of his hands between my legs to circle my clit. “Like my heart had been completely ripped out of my chest.”
“Not like I was exactly having a fun time with my mom spitting insults about what a whore I am into my face either, you know.”
Dropping me back on my hands and knees, the dangerous sound that comes out of his mouth reverberates around the room with enough force that I nearly come from the sound alone. “Will you stop getting kidnapped?!” When a sharp smack comes down on my ass, I jerk, reflexively clenching around him. “Do you even realize how fucking terrified we were? Still are?”
Wetting my lips, I force myself to focus on the others in the room. While Slade is the most collected, it’s a predatory sort of stillness. Pajama pants hanging low on his hips, he’s taken up a post leaning beside the doorway with his arms crossed, his gaze locked firmly on me like I might disappear at any moment. Kaige is sitting on top of the dresser with his leg bouncing restlessly, jaw tight, and Damian? He’s pacing like a caged animal, torn between not wanting to look away from the bed, and tossing glares at the open doorway like a new threat will appear the moment his back is turned.
“All we knew was that you were still in the hotel, Sabrina, and fuck, that didn’t tell us a damn thing about what was happening to you. We were busting into every room searching, and yet, no one had a clue who you even were, so now half the hotel knows that we allowed you to be taken away from us. Hell, Reid beat the shit out of the guy working the front desk when he wouldn't give him access to their security footage.” Groaning, he pulls out long enough to snag his phone from his discarded pants near his feet. “I think he’s still down there.”
Sliding back into me as he dials, Reid answers on the first ring. “Any sign of her?”
“Slade and Kaige found her. We’ve got her back in the room now.” The line goes dead instantly, and he tosses it aside as he forces me down so the only thing I’m able to do is grapple at the comforter while he slams into me from behind. “We're definitely going to get arrested after the shit we pulled, and yet all I can think of is how desperately I need to convince myself that you're really here with me, to brand my scent on your skin.” With a few more punishing thrusts, we’re both coming, conversation impossible as we’re left holding on for the ride.
The pressure on my shoulders disappears as Damian cups my jaw, encouraging me to meet his manic gaze. He doesn’t have to say a single thing, his silence encapsulating it all; the pain, fear, and rage that’s fueled them since waking up. He tightens his grip until his fingers are sure to leave marks before immediately releasing me. With a ragged breath, he scrubs a trembling hand up over his face to grab a fistful of hair, closing his eyes.
Untangling myself from Bo, I get to my feet, closing the distance between us to capture his wrist before he can pull away. My claws receded when I crashed down from my last orgasmic high, but with the heat creeping across my flushed skin, it’s as easy as breathing to lengthen a single nail again. With it, I delicately trace the pearlescent blue marks slashing down his forearm one at a time. Besides opening his eyes, he doesn’t move; neither to pull away, or draw me closer. No matter how he tries, though, his body practically vibrates as he wars with himself.
“I thought we’ve already been through this,” I breathlessly tease, brushing a thumb over the erratic pulse at his wrist. “I like it when you throw me around a little. Bite me, bruise me, give me rug burn. Bonus points if you give me a handprint necklace while I come. Trust me when I tell you that I’m not worried about you hurting me, because I’ll give you the best safe word in existence; a punch in the balls.”
He doesn’t smile, but a small bit of the wild glint in his eyes fades.
Turning to Kaige, I ask, “Would you be willing to grab the bag I left in the bathroom?”
“On it.” As he hops down from the dresser, I try not to stare at the fact that he’s half-hard again already, but it’s a losing battle.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts as he strides past Slade, I refocus on Damian’s face. “I’ll make you a deal. You look like you need a few more minutes to decide if you’d rather let off some steam with me, or by killing somebody, and I’m betting Cinjin and Reid will be here any second with no interest in controlling themselves. So if you’re willing to sit out the next round and let me check a twin sandwich off my bucket list, then I’ll give you a blank check request for your turn.”
Finally, I get a lip twitch. It’s there and gone in a flash, but enough to prove I’m thankfully getting through to him. Otherwise, if he got that upset at the sight of a few marks thatheput on me, and are likely already fading? With Reid’s new temper and Cin being, well,Cin, I wouldn’t put it past Damian intervening in his current state and attacking them. While tonight has definitely not gone according to plan, the end goal is still the same.
Get everyone to come together -literally- and start acting like an actual pack.
Without looking behind him, he senses Cinjin and Reid’s approach, tensing again. Hell, it’s impossible not to. Something in the air shifts the moment they pass the broken door into our suite, the electric charge caressing my skin, and my heartbeat stutters. Stroking his thumb over my cheek, Damian searches my gaze, torn.
Kaige beats them into the room by seconds. He doesn’t even get a chance to toss the bag to me before Cinjin appears in the doorway, immediately followed by Reid. Their faces are set in twin masks promising murder, which may not actually be an exaggeration based on the blood spatter painted across their skin and flecked across their clothes. The knuckles on Reid’s right hand are split open and swollen, and there’s a shadow of a bruise decorating Cin’s jaw, but it doesn’t even seem to faze them. A cold air of wild fury clings to them like a second skin that only grows when they set their sights on me.
