I hadn’t thought he could be any more shocked, but his eyes were practically bulging from his head. “But he’s an Alpha. They’re both Alphas.”
“There’s nothing biologically stopping them from claiming each other. It’s more of a societal stigma.”
“It’s not done.”
“Well, I did it and Caspian is mine,” Shan grunted, shoving Nolan’s phone back at him. “Make sure from now on, you keep your hands off my mate unless I give you permission to touch him.”
A claiming like that would piss me off, but Caspian’s cock hardened and rubbed against the curve of my ass. He loved Shan being possessive of him and trusted his mate would let him fuck Nolan. We all knew he wanted to. Except maybe Nolan. He was white as a sheet and looked like the world had just tumbled onto his head.
Detaching myself from Caspian, I stepped up to him instead, running my finger across his plump bottom lip. It may have been the heat talking, as my arousal grew from the heady mix of scents, but I wanted to lick him.
Fuck, that was definitely the heat talking.
“Freya?” Nolan asked, his voice reedy and thin.
“I’m going to lose my tenuous hold on my arousal in about five seconds, so if you don’t want me to lick you, you should leave.”
“Your Alphas are right behind—”
My fingers tightened on his chin and I leaned forward, licking a path up the side of his neck with a groan. He tasted like cinnamon and salt, and trembled beneath me. I nipped his ear and he groaned, his hands hanging limply at his sides. When I pressed our lips together, I was abruptly dragged away. “That’s enough, Freya,” Shan said sternly. “He hasn’t moved since you touched him.”
I looked at Nolan to find that Shan was right. He was frozen, blinking rapidly, and visibly confused. My arousal hadn’t allowed me to notice that. All I wanted was a taste. Grabbing Shan, I grinned and shoved him against the wall. “Fine. I’ll steal a kiss from you, then.”
Smashing our lips together, it was fiercer than anything I would have given Nolan. Nolan had to be handled with care. Shan could get beaten to a pulp and still find it fun. I rubbed my torso against him wantonly, unused to having a way to relieve my pain during heat. I was already beginning to ache.
Hand on my throat, Shan pushed me off for long enough to give instructions. “Cas, bring those blankets and pillows in here and help make the nest. Nolan, unless you want her trying to climb you again, you need to leave.”
Cas jumped into action while Nolan stayed against the wall, processing. I didn’t get to watch him for long, because Shan used his grip on my neck to push me into the bedroom, door slamming shut behind us.
ChapterTwenty-Three
FREYA
“Ilove it when you’re rough with me, Daddy.”
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that with the bruises I’m going to leave on your ass.”
I giggled, the sound more feminine and somehow also more maniacal than I was used to. “If your skin bruised, I bet you would have more.”
“You’re asking for it tonight, you brat.”
“I guess this is what happens when fury pushes me over the edge and into heat. I want to fight.”
Shan rolled his eyes, pushing me toward the bed. I caught myself before I landed, standing to face him. “You always want to fight. This is nothing new.”
“Are you going to fight me?”
“If you insist.”
“Don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on.”
“Your scent is turning me on right now, Freya. I’d much rather be knot-deep inside of you than tussling on the fucking floor.”
His scent was turning me on too, the floral and pen ink as addictive as ever. However, there was no reason we couldn’t have knotting and tussling at the same time. I was all for it.
“Should I try to hit you, or are you going to hit me?” I asked, bouncing between my feet and focusing far too much on his cock where it was tapping his stomach.
“You’re really insisting. Fine. Hit me.”
