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“Just a minute!”
“She said that twenty minutes ago.” It had to be Beau’s fist that slammed into the wall, his low rumble that followed.
“Women need to do more than shave,” Rey said, laughing at Beau’s expense, though Devin heard their footfalls fade down the hall.
Checking the smoky gold eyeshadow and the line of her lipstick one more time, Devin headed towards the formal living room. She almost never entered that space. Rey greeted the men reeking of violence and danger there. The sitting room was hers and being called to the other gave a sizzling thrill that shimmered under the surface of her skin.
If she thought about it much longer, her thighs would start slipping against each other.
“Well?” Devin hated the note of insecurity in her voice as she performed a lazy twirl for the seated Alphas. She remembered not to bite her lips, but only at the last second.
“Absolutely not,” Rey snarled, shoving against the arms of his chair to come at Devin. He reached for her, baring his teeth as she took a quick step back from the force of his rage.
“Come on, Rey!” Beau stalked behind Devin, stalling her mincing retreat so that he caught her between them.
“I can put something else on if you don’t like it,” Devin stammered, blinking hard as she ducked her head. She’d thought she looked okay, but maybe not. Sniffing, she stomped down on the ridiculous urge to cry. It stung that Rey’s first reaction was to deny her this small moment, whatever it was Beau had planned.
“You’re fucking hot, baby, ignore him.” Beau brushed Devin’s hair from her shoulder, laying the tight line of his lips against her.
“You looktoogood, sweetheart.” Sandpaper rough, Rey’s voice scraped over her as he tipped her head back to accept his kiss.
“It’s just the fucking club, Rey. No one’s going to mess with her there, and we’ll be with her the entire time.”
“It’s okay, I’ll just…” Devin didn’t know what she planned to do. Scrub away every hint that she’d thought she was pretty, maybe even a little sexy. She felt stupid now as she shrugged free of their abhorrent comfort, the click of the heels ratcheting up her spine to bow her shoulders.
“Happy now?” Beau’s caustic voice drifted down the hall as Devin slipped into the bedroom and closed the door silently behind her.
She really had gone insane. Though she had no inkling of Beau’s plan to take her to Wicked, she had thought Rey would at least enjoy the outfit. Her being all made up, the slinky dress clinging to her every curve, the high arch of the heels keeping her almost on tip toe. Not so. His anger resonated through the bond even now. He’d hated seeing her like that.
In the fragile privacy of the bathroom, Devin swiped at the streaky charcoal tracks marring her cheeks. She’d lost her tenuous grip on her emotions after all, though she hoped neither had seen it. Reaching into the stall, she turned the hot water on full blast. Intent on ridding herself of the pathetic creature looking back at her from the mirror. After removing the boots, she ripped the dress off. A sob caught in her throat when a string of beads snapped, sending them scattering across the cool tiles. Each ping reverberated through her skull as she scurried into the shower.
It didn’t matter that she’d done this a mere two hours before. Devin picked up the fluffy pouf and scoured her skin. Scalding heat and furious strokes turning her bright pink. Red-rimmed eyes rubbed with frantic palms to be rid of the heavy layers of powder she’d put so much effort into. None of it came to her naturally. She wasn’t one to wear makeup all the time, even before all of this. Each painstaking execution swirled down the drain with a gurgling hiss.
Devin shuffled away from the cold eddies of air invading the shower as the door opened. She kept her head bowed under the pounding spray as a warm body pressed against her back, ignoring the quiet rumble of a purr, the heat of callused hands smoothing down her arms.
A body blocked the water, an icy finger scratching at her spine and prickling her skin. Rey. The deep golden amber of his skin doused in water, the tiny rivulets cascading down the hills and valleys of taut muscle to verge together in thick streams. He caught her slack hands, pressing them low on his abdomen. The coarse hair sprinkling his skin scratched at her palms.
“We’re going to go out and have a good time,” Beau murmured at her ear before scraping his teeth over the trembling pulse below her jaw. “But first you’re going to spread and take his big cock in your tight pussy. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Devin’s brows twitched, drifting towards a frown before Beau snarled. The vicious sound clenched around her spine as he bent her forward, stealing her breath on a quiet whimper when his large hands closed over her legs. Folding her up, Beau lifted her. Presenting her to Rey like a gift wrapped prize.
“I asked you a question,” Beau hissed. He caught the tender skin of her unmarked shoulder between his teeth, adding pressure until Devin whined and trembled.
This wasn’t how it went. Not anymore. Beau was rough, yes, always, but he didn’t soak up her terror. The cruel reminder of what came before twisted through her. Icy fingers clawing at her despite the heat pooling through her belly at Rey’s savage call.
“It’s okay,” Rey whispered, sensing her unease with the sudden change. Running his hands up her thighs, his thumbs teased against the delicate skin on either side of her entrance. Leaning close, he brushed his lips against hers. “He’s got an image to uphold. You need to be a little afraid of him tonight, sweetheart.”
“I don’t w-want—”
“What you want doesn’t matter,” Beau said through a low growl, a snap of his hips rocking Devin forward and impaling her on Rey’s thickness before she was ready.
Beau’s implacable grip countered Devin’s attempt to writhe as she gasped at the painful stretch. Keeping her still and open for the slow glide of Rey’s cock as he leaned into her. The brutal ache when he bottomed out forced an airy cry from her throat.
“It’s got to be quick, sweetheart,” Rey groaned and drove Beau back into the tiled wall with his next hard thrust. Ramming deep into Devin. His head rolling along his shoulders as he breathed in her warbling keen.
“You like it,” Beau husked at her cheek, digging his fingers in to pry her wider for Rey’s vicious assault. “Dirty little bitch, youwantto be fucked hard, used for whatever we want.”
Devin shook her head in denial, but it was no use. It was them. The cruel betrayal of her body completed as she opened to Rey’s assault. The bond surged through her, easing the pain away every time Rey impaled her. Shoving his cock as deep as it would go in her awkward position, trying to grind in further as her body refused to accept all of him. Despite the deep scratches Beau left on her pale flesh, his thumbs ran a constant circuit. A soothing touch, even as he stretched and pulled at her.
