Iwouldfuck her like that, too.
Right?
She'd want me to?
I wanted to make her make those sounds. I wanted to feel her shaking over my cock—knot—which Sin couldn't even offer her. I should be first—I was pack lead.
And we were supposed to… be allied with the Redgraves after they’d done this to us?
I glanced at our bodyguards, strangling a growl as I found them very distracted by the performance on the stage.
I was equal parts jealous and fucking furious, parts of me only recently balanced surfacing and demanding blood.
Maybe that would have concerned me, but then Sin took it upon himself to lift my sweet scent match and curl her dainty fists around the bars of the cage right in front of us.
I shifted forward, caught between getting closer because I needed to see her clearly, and because I wanted to block every other foul alpha’s view.
We’d been warned, explicitly, though, if we stood up, we were out.
Still, Sin seemed to have chosen the placement on purpose because Karma, Phantom, and I had front row seats as he claimed her before us.
With one fist clutching a cage bar, and the other, her hips, he fucked her brutally. Her lips were parted, eyes wide, moonlighthair wild and messy around her cheeks, and that beautiful bite across her breast in perfect vision.
Her eyes flickered open for a moment, and it seemed it was an accident, as if she didn’t want to look beyond the bars. But then we locked eyes, and, to my surprise, a shot of happiness flitted down the bond, stark against the roiling lust that was otherwise consuming it.
Finally—fucking finally—I lost track of where we were.
That was my mate.
Both my omegas.
Sin leaned down, nipping her shoulder, having to hold her up, her legs were so weak.
She cried out as another orgasm consumed her, one fist releasing the bars as she reached back, weaving desperately through Sin’s hair and tilting her head. He reacted in a flash, drawing her into a deep kiss.
And for a moment, as my mate, the only person in the world I could see in colour, drew close to Sin, I saw a flicker of him
The warmth to his pale skin and the crimson of his eyes.
I stared, heart thundering in my chest.
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CRESCENT
I was oddly and shockingly... not afraid by the time we were done.
Today I’d done everything I’d been told I shouldn’t—I was a sinner and temptress—but it didn’t feel wrong. Sin had been there, and I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted the Sisters.
They’d abandoned me in the end, anyway…
So, if I was going to panic about it, that would hit later. Right now, I was too overwhelmed by how much Sin wanted me.
He’d claimed me. Bitten me.
There was a time, not long ago, when a scent match and a pack were dreams that felt so far away they seemed impossible.
I hadn't kept my eyes shut in the end—especially after he'd bitten me. I'd needed to see him, and the reverence in his eyes as he claimed me.