“Just leave what you don’t like little one.” He winks and pours drinks for all of us. A comfortable silence falls over the three of them, broken by the occasional moan of appreciation. The food is good, but my appetite is nowhere to be seen, despite the aching hunger. I don’t want to appear rude so I try everything on my plate. One of the dishes makes my lips and tongue burn, Lottie laughs as I grab for my water to put out the fire in my mouth.“Not a curry fan then.” She splutters as she takes another bite of her food.“It burns.” My voice croaks. The water has done nothing to give me the feeling back in my lips. I think I’ll stick to the plain, familiar food for now. I eat a bit more chicken and some broccoli and soon feel full.“Thank you for dinner.” I lean back in my seat and thank Christian. My stomach feels so heavy I doubt I’ll be able to stand any time soon. “You barely ate anything.” Lottie’s off the cuff remark earns her a glare from each of her brothers. “The Doc sa
“This is amazing.” I breath in awe. My feet move automatically, weaving between the deep reclining sofas and high backed, spacious chairs. One of the chairs is so big it could easily fit 4 people on it, the curved back has holes and trays built into it. Christian laughs when I put a hand down one of hole holes to see how deep it is.“That’s for you to put your drink, so it doesn’t spill. The trays are for popcorn, sweets, nachos, French fries, burgers, whatever you fancy really. Not pizza though.” He laughs. My eyebrows knit together, why is that funny?“Zander balanced a whole pizza there once, still in its box. Then he started to fall asleep and his head hit the corner. The pizza flew through the air and hit the wall before sliding down it, all the way to the floor. He thought it was hilarious. That pizza was half mine.” he pouts and looks like he was genuinely sad about his lost pizza and a giggle escapes me. Maybe he isn’t so frightening after all.“When I was little I saw Find
Christian’s POV This morning I never would have expected or dared to hope that by this evening Liberty would be snuggled against me waiting to watch a movie. Our bond may not be complete, but I can sense her seeking comfort from presence. Part of me is overjoyed she would find comfort in my touch, the other part is beyond livid that she has anything to seek comfort for. Her heart is hammering in her chest, and I muffled sniffle escapes her as I take the chance and wrap my arm around her tighter, pulling her as close as I can.“Look at me little one.” I cup her chin in the v of my hand, between my fingers and thumb, and gently tip her head up to face me. A single tear drops from her lashes and lands on her flushed pink cheek. Max starts ranting in my head about the things he will do to that bastard Kendrick when we get out claws into him. The salty sorrow that coats my lips when I lean down to kiss the tear away only enrages Max further and I have to push him as far back in my mind as
“Cozy?” Zand mind links me as he walks in and notices Liberty peacefully reclined against me. “She was a bit emotional. Not sure why, but she seems a better now.” I hear the sigh of relief he breathes out across the room. No doubt thinking the same as I did, she must be feeling the bond more if she is looking to us for comfort.“Zand, move your arse, it’s starting.” Lottie calls to him impatiently. Considering the veritable stockpile she managed to carry on her own, it’s amusing to watch Zand trying to juggle four drinks.“Grab a few blankets from the other ottoman before you sit down, Lottie has put this one out of action.” I bite back my laugh, knowing he must feel a pang of longing, seeing Liberty so close to me. I know I would if the roles were reversed. Its new territory for both of us. When I knew he was in the shower with her earlier Max almost lost his shit. I know deep down that Zand is better with emotions and has a knack for seeing things through the eyes of others. I a
Liberty’s POV“You see what I have to do, you selfish, useless, little whore.” Kendrick’s scarlet, snarling face is only a couple of feet from the bars of my cage as he spits his venomous words in my direction. His angry purple cock is gripped firmly in his hand, the head of it bending crookedly to the side. The nightly routine runs through my mind with such clarity, I can taste the fear in the air. Another one of his maids kneels before him, her red blotchy face, steaked with tears. Each night is a different girl as he cycles through his victims. She knows what is coming, there is no way the rest of the pack house don’t hear the cries, or notice when one of them goes missing. The same as every other night. He grabs a fist full of her hair, making her scream as he yanks he head back. He has snapped more than on neck as I watch in horror, bars preventing me from doing anything be spectate.“Please Alpha..” she begs, but her pleas fall on deaf ears, instead he takes the opportunity of
The mattress breathes and groans as the men either side of me stir. I’ve shifted in my sleep and am now laying on my back, a heavy arm from either side lays across my chest pulling me into the mattress, its soft form moulding around me. Each of the twins have one of my legs wrapped up in theirs, keeping me from being able to close them and the t-shirt I’m wearing has ridden up around my waist in my sleep. I keep my eyes closed, not ready to wake up just yet, I can’t remember the last time I had a restful sleep, my greedy mind wants more but it’s no use, I’m wide awake. Tingles run up and down me left leg, coaxing the nerves to life under my skin. Sparks fizz and flow in waves up my other leg, the two sensations meeting at my core, causing an unfamiliar warm pressure deep in my tummy. A few minutes pass and I’m resigned to my fate, being pinned to the bed until the guys wake up. I tried to lift their arms, but the dead weight was just too much for me, especially from this angle. “Goo
“Yes?” he asks. I manage a small nod, expecting Zander to break away. He does no such thing and Christian disappears from sight. The bed dips near my legs and I’m momentarily distracted by Zander rolling one of my nipples between his thumb and finger, he pulls my leg further to the side with his own leg. Sparks rush over me as Christian lifts my other leg to the side, spreading me before himself. I feel heat rising in my cheeks, I know he is looking right between my legs, I can feel his eyes wandering over me, examining me in my vulnerable state. Rough stubble grazes my sensitised skin and his warm flat tongue strokes a blazing trail towards my leaking core. Zander kisses from my mouth, down my jaw, back to my neck, lifting and bunching the top before swiftly pulling it from under me, and off over my head. My fingers slide into Christian’s hair, it’s a feeble attempt to stop his advances. How can I want to feel his mouth there but not want it at the same time? My other hand grasps at
Zander’s POV“She is so tight, I don’t think he touched her like that.” Christian’s puzzled voice fill my head. He leans in to kiss her, his chin and lips glistening with her sweet nectar. Caleb is going mad inside my head, Our turn to taste little mate, she smells so good and comes so beautifully. He is practically drooling at the thought of her taste on our tongue.“Thank the Goddess for small mercies. Do you think she has another one in her?” I ask silently, grinning over her shoulder like an idiot.“Only one way to find out.” he pulls away from their kiss, the smug bastard looks me straight in the eye, knowing he owns her first orgasm. It was clear from her hesitation and the embarrassment we both felt from her that she has no experience. Christian may have single handedly stolen her first climax, but I will be the first to feel what it’s like to be buried inside her. Something we both thought wouldn’t be possible after putting two and two together about her past. We really ne