I hazily realized that he went to my bathroom, but it felt like I was trudging through heavy fog. It always did after being tied up and fucked by Ambrose. Sub space. I’d looked it up once.
As much as I normally hated being vulnerable, this was the one exception.
A warm cloth rubbed against my skin, fixing the mess we’d made. It slowly brought me back to reality, that familiar sense of loss seeping into my consciousness.
That was followed by a feeling of horror.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Kiara is in the living room. There’s no way she didn’t hear.”
Sitting up, I shoved at Ambrose’s hands when he tried to keep stroking me. My stomach turned at the thought of her—a stranger—hearing me beg for more and revel in being tied up.
Although, my panic was quickly tempered by curiosity.
What did the little omega think about this? She’d been angry to see Ambrose. Was she possessive over me? Why did that give me a sense of pride?
“She must have heard,” Ambrose agreed.
His lips pressed together, rolling inward like he was physically stopping himself from saying more. He wasn’t anywhere near as upset as I was about it, though.
“I need to go check on her. She might be trashing the place.”
I was half up when Ambrose pressed back on my chest to force me down again. My breath hitched and my body was instantly ready for another round, which he could tell. His nostrils flared, gaze flicking down to my pussy.
“I’ll do it. There’s no need for her to see you freshly fucked. Let me bring you something to eat, too. It’s dinner time.”
It was impossible to say no to him when I was still recovering from the haze. Biting my lip, I nodded. “Fine. There should be leftovers in the fridge.”
“Got it.”
He pressed a kiss to my temple and was gone, leaving me to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I’d made a huge mistake by bringing him here.
FIVE
KIARA
My stomach turned with violent discomfort, but I couldn’t turn up the movie.
The sounds of her pleasure were too sweet of a melody. Her scent was sweet too, vanilla cream, but regrettably mixed with the abrasive hot iron and smoke scent of the other alpha.
Ambrose.
The one she’d called because she thought I was going to do something to her. I would never hurt her. Not when I wanted her so badly. It was worse with every second—the need growing in my core.
Ultimately, I needed a dark bond—or even a normal bond, but I’d never convince a pack to bond me without knowing each other unless I offered them total control.
Any alpha or pack would do.
But I didn’t want any alpha anymore. I only wanted her.
That was a problem when my life depended on being bonded and protected before I was found. I needed a plan to convince her to do it—and I doubted seduction was going to work fast enough now that Ambrose was here, standing in my way.
Any sexual frustration I caused her, she could work out with him.
I growled, tugging my hands through my damp, tangled hair. This wasn’t going according to plan. Not even a little.
When Leighton screamed loud enough to shake the TV screen, I shoved my face into a pillow and screamed too. Hers was pleasure, mine was pure frustration. And rage. Maybe a little bit of rage.
My anger was still calming when Ambrose wandered into the kitchen. I stiffened. We couldn’t see each other from here, but I knew it was him. His footfalls were heavier, reminding me of how my brother always stomped around the house without a care in the world. Ambrose’s scent was heavier in the air now too, Leighton’s vanilla cream fading fast as his smothered it.
