Per’s hold on me eased, and I sat up, my eyes on Sven right when he looked down at his cock and saw the blood. His eyes snapped to me.
“Are you a virgin?”
I shrugged and tipped my chin up as if I didn’t care that I just lost my virginity to my dad’s friend. “And?”
“And?” Sven scoffed, but he couldn’t say anything to justify why he was looking at me that way.
I wasn’t saving myself for someone special if that was what he was getting at. Between grieving Mom and Dad getting sick, I didn’t have time to care about anyone else. I liked the idea of having someone, sure. I kissed enough people to know I liked to kiss them, but I didn’t want to start a relationship when I had so much baggage.
“What were you trying to put inside me?” I changed the subject quickly. “What kind of kink do you have?”
But this heat was powerful because even as I said those words, I felt myself get hot and my nipples pebbled under the thin fabric of my pajamas. It felt foreign and wild when he pressed inside me, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to take whatever he had for me.
“My knot!” he said again with rage this time. “Don’t you fucking know?”
He looked down at his cock, and I followed his gaze, my eyes doubling in size when I noticed right at the base his own skin stretched in a bulbous protuberance.
What in the science fiction hell is this?
“Karl never talked to you about an alpha’s anatomy?” Per asked.
I blinked several times and broke eye contact with Sven’s monster dick and knot. “No, I never sat down with Dad and asked if his friends had weird dicks or not.”
Per smiled, seeming undisturbed by my reaction. I could barely form appropriate words to express my thoughts because the heat was once again grabbing me by the throat, and all I wanted was to accept the knot and not ask many questions.
“No one has a weird dick,” Sven grunted, and I arched an eyebrow, as if I didn't believe his words.
“Alphas have a knot at the base. That’s what you crave during your heat,” Per explained, his eyes on me while he ignored the tent under his pajamas.
“Let me see yours,” I asked, licking my lips.
I turned from Sven, sitting on my knees between Per’s stretched legs. It wasn’t just curiosity of course. I wanted that dick since it was carving on my back, clearly asking for attention.
Per’s eyes darted from mine to my lips and back again, but he didn’t move a muscle to remove his pajamas. Instead, he sat up and reached me with a gentle touch, his warm palm curving to my cheek, and everything in me rebelled against it. I hated the way he looked at me and the softness of his eyes. I hated that he was obviously caring, and I was too broken and jaded to receive anything like that.
I jerked from his touch, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. The next moment, I was off the bed, looking everywhere but at the two of them. I couldn’t face Sven with my blood on his dick or Per, who looked like he was about to be nice to me instead of showing me his cock or forcing me to suck it.
Jesus. The thought shook me from head to toe, and I ran away from there. I wished I had walked, that I had done something less pathetic, but I ran downstairs, naked from my waist down, when my pajamas barely covered my pussy, and I only stopped when I arrived at the dark kitchen.
The marble felt good under my palms as I leaned over with my head cast down. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Was it Per’s nice smile that triggered me? Was it the idea of a knot? Was it all the above?
I couldn’t say, but my heart was racing, my head was swimming, and I wanted to cry.
“Feeling better?” A voice cut through my meltdown, and I looked up to find Anders watching me from the door.
Chapter Thirteen
Anders
She didn’t look like she was feeling any better, and she didn’t try to hide it. Her answer was a bitter laugh and a roll of her eyes. She looked distressed, and I glanced up the quiet stairs, already blaming my pack brothers for the tears that she was clearly holding back.
Even like this, I wanted to fuck her. Sink my cock down on her, grip those pretty blond strands, and pull as I thrust in and out like a savage. What was so delicious about my pack brother’s daughter?
She was young, an omega, and forbidden. Was that enough to make me lose myself?
Isadora shook her head and closed her mouth in a flat line before walking from the counter and turning to the stairs. My eyes hit the back of her thighs. All I wanted was to spread those thick legs and fuck her. God, this was madness.
I hated her just like I hated her father, right?
