5
MARLOWE
“Elias!” I cried.
His teeth scraped my neck while one hand made its way up my shirt and under my bra, kneading my breast.
I certainly didn’t need the reminder that I was his, but the passion that drove him forward was intoxicating, slick pooling in my underwear from his desire and need for control. He could reclaim me as often as he liked, as far as I was concerned. Although I did feel a little bad for Julian being forced to chauffeur us back to the house.
Elias had practically shoved me into the back once he’d ordered Julian to drive, pulling me on his lap when he came in afterwards. I let him take whatever would reassure him, all of me was his.
He ground against me and growled at my jeans. “I need to buy you more skirts.” He nipped at my ears and continued. “I want to take you shopping, buy you everything you want and more. I want to watch you try on lingerie that you’ll only wear for me, so I’ll know exactly what’s under the sexy dresses you’ll put on when I take you out. I want to feed you, first dinner and then my cock. And only once you’re full will I begin to feast on your sweet pussy…”
I gasped, aching with need. Maybe he was right about wearing more skirts. I was tired of these obstacles between us, even temporarily. I wanted to be able to fuck my pack whenever, wherever.
Running my fingers through his dark blonde hair, I rocked my hips across his lap needily. “Are you sure you want me in lingerie? I’d much rather be wearing nothing at all.”
He grunted, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth. “I like to work for my rewards, nothing good in life comes easy.”
My panting grew heavier as I ground against him harder. “But I’m about to come right now…”
At that he grabbed my ass, halting my movement against him. “Who told you you could come?” he asked. “Only good girls get orgasms, and you’ve been an insufferable brat today.”
“Holy shit, guys,” Julian groaned from the front. “I’m trying to drive here.”
Elias’s grip on my ass tightened until I squeaked. “See? You’re distracting the pup. Another infraction for the list.”
“Hey,” I countered. “That one’s on you…”
He snarled as his teeth bit into my neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to halt my movements. I let out a breathy whine, acknowledging my submission, but he held firm.
“I’m sorry,” I finally whimpered.
Satisfied, he let go, licking the spot where his teeth had been. “Good girl.”
My underwear was soaking through to my jeans, and Elias began rubbing his neck along mine, now slowly resuming his grinding. “No offense to the pup, but you don’t smell enough like me and I hate it.”
Julian chuffed at being called a “pup” again, but I had a feeling that was likely going to catch on with the rest of the pack, seeing as how he was the youngest and newest member.
We finally returned to the house and Elias pulled me out of the car, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Whoa, how’d it go?” Nolan asked from the table where he sat with his laptop. Cam was sitting on the floor in the middle of my nest, watching TV, and Archer was taking a nap on the couch, a book left open on his chest.
Elias ignored them and brought me upstairs into one of the bedrooms, locking the door behind him after setting me down. “Marlowe,” he said, his voice husky with need as he paced around me. “I know you love all of us, and last night was amazing. But sharing is still difficult for me, and sometimes I will need you all to myself, without any mention of the others. I want to feel like I’m the only alpha in your life. Is that doable for you? It’s fine if it isn’t, I just need to know.”
I nodded enthusiastically. Elias was the most independent of the pack, followed by Archer. He had moved the farthest away, he hadvisited the least over the years. It was understandable he preferred space in every sense of the word.
He also required the most assurance from me. He had disobeyed his pack leader to bond with me first, his need to have me claimed overriding Cam’s order.
And honestly, it sounded nice. This relationship dynamic was new to me as well, and getting to appreciate my males one-on-one in a bubble would be a reprieve back to the normalcy I’d grown up in, and from constantly worrying I might be leaving someone out in a group setting.
“Yes, I would love that.”
Elias released a sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing as he flopped down on a chair. He gestured for me to join him, and I curled up on his lap, resting my head on his shoulder. “Are you doing okay? You seem so stressed.”
He began stroking my hair. “What’s there to be stressed about besides almost getting killed by vamps who tried to take away the love of my life, and now learning I have to fight her long-lost twin brother who can burn me from the inside out with the snap of his fingers?”
I winced. The guilt of being the cause of all his anxiety was a heavy weight on my chest. I had turned all of these males’ lives completely upside down—not only their jobs, but their health, their homes, and their lives.
