Page 80 of Alpha’s Possession

"Leila, stop. Can't you see how uncomfortable you're making her?" Leon snaps. I am thankful he put a stop to her never-ending questions, only to be made more uncomfortable when their watchful gazes all suddenly snap to me.

Leila blushes, fixing her white blazer and doing up the button. "I should get back to work. Make sure you call me when you know how your grandfather is doing, Ray," she says, getting to her feet and gripping Raidon's shoulder as she passes. Her fingers give him a squeeze. My eyes lock on where her fingers touch him, and before I can stop myself, a feral snarl slips past my lips. Rhen drops his arm across my shoulders, tugging me to him.

I know it is irrational—she’s their family—but she touched what's mine. I shake my head at my claim. When did I start seeing them as mine? The possessiveness I feel at her small gesture sends my blood boiling.

"Settle. Friend, not foe," Rhen whispers, kissing the side of my face, but I still want to tear her fingers off him and rip her damn hair out.

Leila looks at her hand and jerks it away, her eyes going wide and her lips parting. "Sorry, Zara—" she doesn't finish what she about to say and instead rushes out.

Thane quirks an eyebrow at me, smirking when my face flushes with heat at what I did.

"The bond is fresh still. It takes some getting used to," Thane murmurs. Raidon pushes his seat out before rising and walking over to me with a smug smile on his lips.

"My little Omega is getting her panties in a knot over me," he purrs, burying his face in my neck. I instantly relax in his embrace, his Calling slipping out and his hands wandering lower as he kisses up my jaw. I tilt my head, offering him more of my neck when Rhen clears his throat beside us.

"Raidon, we are at work. Can’t it wait? We have deliveries coming," Rhen reminds him.

"Still plenty of time," Raidon retorts, pulling me up from my seat. I squeak when he shoves me against the table, and I hear movement behind me as someone clears the table just before Raidon all but tosses me on it.

"Raidon!" Rhen breathes out like a curse. Yet his hands are already reaching for my skirt, hoisting it up my hips.

"Don't snap at me, Rhen. You had her bent over a desk. Quit whining, or I won't share," Raidon growls at him as he rips my panties down. The lace gets caught in my heels.

I hear the heavy oak table groan under Leon’s weight before his lips crash down on mine. His tongue invades my mouth hungrily, tasting every inch, while Raidon spreads my legs wide, pushing them up along my ribs. I tear my lips away from Leon, knowing the unsightly view Raidon has of me, before shoving my skirt down.

"Raidon, not here," I gasp. A quick fuck in one of their offices is one thing, but I know there are cameras in the conference room. My eyes dart to the one in the corner.

"Only we have access to these cameras," Rhen says, standing up.

"Hold her legs for me," Raidon purrs while gripping my hips and dragging me to the edge. Rhen grips my knee, and Leon slides off the table to grab the other. I cover my face from the view of all three of them staring between my legs as they spread me wide for him.

I feel his fingers brush over my lower lips, rubbing and smacking my pussy softly. "So pretty, so tight," Raidon purrs, sliding a finger inside me and corkscrewing it out. I moan, my walls squeezing around his index finger as he draws it in and out.

He plays with me. Teases me. My hands fall from my face to see Rhen and Leon's hot gazes watching as he fucks me with his fingers. His thumb brushes my clit. Endless moans spill from my lips as Raidon drops to his knees, his hot mouth covering me entirely while his tongue swirls and sucks on my clit. He slides his fingers from me. I am a lost mess of whines and moans, when I felt him press a finger against my back passage.

His tongue sucks harder as I feel it breach and force its way inside me. I buck at the odd sensation when lips suddenly crash down to swallow the noises coming from my mouth. Weight bears down on my left knee, opening me wider to Raidon’s ravenous mouth and telling me the lips belong to Rhen.

His tongue tangles with mine, owning and claiming every part of my mouth, while Raidon adds another finger to my ass. I squirm, yet the feel of his tongue flicking and laving over my clit forces me to relax under the discomfort. I rock my hips as best I can with the way I'm held down, and Rhen breaks the kiss, leaving me panting. Rhen’s fingers pull on my inner thigh, and Raidon lifts his head to watch as his fingers slip in and out.

Leon reaches over, prying my pussy lips apart before watching Rhen work his fingers deep inside my pussy. Leon groans, watching as both our mates play with me, when the ding of the elevator loudly rings out. I hear Thane's chair screech along the floor, and I jump in panic at the thought of being caught in such a precarious position.

Raidon's lips crash against mine as I try to sit up, the force sending me back against the table.

"Let Thane deal with it," he mumbles against my lips. His phone starts ringing in his pocket, just as Thane returns with a letter, which tells me the visitor was the lobby receptionist, dropping off the mail. As soon as Raidon's phone stops ringing, Leon's starts.

"It's your mother," he says, patting Raidon's shoulder. He sighs before releasing me to take the call.

"It might be about my grandfather. I’ll be back in a minute," he says, taking his phone and walking off. I hastily pull my skirt down and climb off the table while I have the chance, turning to find Thane sitting back at the table, opening the letter he received.

Rhen walks around to see what Thane is looking at, while Leon takes advantage of having me all to himself, wrapping his arms around my waist while I frantically look for my panties.

"You might have to recheck the details," I hear Rhen murmur, just as I spot my underwear beneath the table. I scramble to retrieve them, pulling them on, only to look up to find Thane watching me.

"Everything alright?" I ask him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Raidon walks in, tossing his hands up when he notices I am no longer spread on the table.

"Really? I am gone for two minutes, and not one of you could keep her on the table," he growls.

"What was the call about?" Thane asks him, as he makes his way over to me.