“I don’t think you’re grasping the situation here, Braelyn. Your status has been reduced to nothing unless I decide otherwise. If I want you to sit at my feet, you will. I just murdered your father and spared your life. You were supposed to die alongside him, but I decided I didn’t want you dead. I want you to suffer as we did. You allowed your father to hurt us for fun, and now it’s your turn.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, backing up the moment he stepped forward.
Saint prowled closer, and I darted away before he could pin me in. His hand shot out, slamming me back against the wall before his body hit mine. My teeth clashed together, causing me to bite my tongue. Blood pooled in my mouth as he smirked, glaring at me through darkening eyes.
I shifted, lifting my hands to push his massive body away so that coherent thoughts would enter my brain, but the motion didn’t end well. His large hand grabbed my wrists, wrapping around both easily before he slammed them against the wall above my head.
Those eyes I once wished to drown within turned cold, and before I could guess his thoughts, he released my hands and ripped my shirt open. A startled scream tore from my throat, echoing through the room as he reached down, shredding my shorts. My body shuddered, and then my hands darted forward, trailing my nails down his massive chest as anger shot through me.
Rage-filled eyes peered down at me; pure, white-hot rage studied me through round, darkened depths. One minute I was doing something insanely stupid, like pissing Saint off, and the next, he’d flung my body to the floor. The air exploded from my lungs violently, and I crawled on my elbows, moving toward the drawer that held my gun. Hands grabbed my ankles, turning me over as he peered down at me, smiling cruelly.
Blood dripped from his chest, marring the utter perfection of it in the wake of my nails. Anger pulsed from within Saint, filling the room with his presence. My room was large before he’d entered it, but now it was filled with the sheer magnitude of him and his overwhelming presence. My body trembled, and the moment Saint released my ankles to get closer, I kicked out, taking his legs out from beneath him.
Instead of landing on the floor, Saint launched his body onto mine, grabbing my arms painfully to hold them above my head. I bucked wildly beneath him, screaming in frustration. His blood coated my breasts and my lip, seeping down my chin.
“Fuck you!” I snarled, fighting against Saint as he glared at me with a sinister expression burning in his gaze.
“I’m about to fuck you, Brat,” he chuckled, rocking his massive erection against my exposed core.
My body reacted, and I fucking hated it. My core clenched, and my wolf howled her need within me. Desire flared in Saint’s eyes, and his nostrils moved as he inhaled my arousal. Fucking savage asshole. I twisted my arms and my hips, forcefully trying to unseat him where he lay, holding me prisoner with his weight. The asshole weighed half a ton at a minimum.
He wasn’t even moving, just watching me realize how helpless I was. I tried twisting my wrists from his grasp, but he slammed them down against the hard floorboards. I whimpered, bucking against him to get free. His mouth lowered, and he bit softly into my lip, forcing a scream to bubble up from my throat as he held it between his teeth, threateningly.
His other hand slipped between our bodies, pushing against the bundle of nerves between my thighs. I moaned, slowly lifting to his touch. My hard nipples throbbed at the contact, and he released my lip, smiling into my gaze before pushing his fingers into my body, stretching me.
“Good girl,” he whispered. His nose rubbed against my cheek as he released his scent, filling the air with his enticing aroma.
The fight fled my mind, replaced by pleasure. Saint continued to hold my body against the floor while he slowly stroked the fire within me. His fingers parted inside my pussy, causing a soft cry to escape my throat. The moment he released my hands, I attacked anew.
Saint grabbed me up, shoving me forward against the wall before he slammed my hands behind my back, holding them at the base of my spine. His deep growl filled the room, and his scent exploded as if he’d been holding back.
As alpha, Saint could soothe an entire pack with his scent, but it rendered me helpless but to submit to the dominance in it, no matter how much I hated doing so. His other hand pushed through my hair, twisting it as he rubbed his body against my ass, forcing me to grind my need against it.
“You want to fight or fuck, Brae? I can’t tell which one you crave more right now. I can do both,” he chuckled, freeing my hair before his cock was against my ass.
I pushed my forehead against the wall, arching my ass for him to run his cock through the arousal between my legs. The deep rumble that escaped his throat created more, and my whole body pulsed with need. I could feel the thick tip he rubbed along my opening. He was using my arousal to coat his dick, intending to fuck me.
The tip had barely pushed into my body when the door burst open, and something slammed into Saint, causing him to curse as I remained against the wall, spread out. Voices entered the room as multiple scents assaulted my mind. Something crashed against the floor, and more curses sounded as I whimpered, rocking my hips, oblivious to what was happening behind me.
“Gods damn, that’s fucking hot,” Bowen’s voice met my ears, forcing air to get stuck in my throat.
“Don’t fucking touch her, asshole,” Saint growled in warning.
“She wouldn’t even know it wasn’t you, Saint,” Eryx’s voice sounded behind me, his hand slowly lowering to the dimples at my spine. “Who the fuck you got there?” he asked, and my mind fought to return through the lust driving it into the mating frenzy.
Fucking savage.
Saint had used his scent to drive me to the edge, and it was taking everything I had and more to fight against it. I growled loudly, pushing away from the wall, only to drop to my knees at their feet. My eyes slid to crimson, exposing the fact that I wasn’t a beta at all. Only three people knew that truth, and now these assholes knew it too.
“That’s unexpected, Princess. Didn’t see that one coming,” Eryx chuckled, lowering his body to push the hair away from my face.
Saint held Chaos in his arms, pushing him against the bed where he’d exposed himself to help me. Tears burned my eyes while Saint studied my face, noting the red eyes that teetered more toward purple from the intensity of their normal blue coloring.
“Leave him alone,” I hissed past the tensing of my jaw.
“You made babies, Brae?” Eryx asked, turning to take in the sea-green eyes of the child Saint held.
“He did,” I growled, pointing my finger at Saint.
The room went silent at my words, and Saint’s stare dropped to the son he’d left behind. Of course, he hadn’t known Chaos even existed. He’d gotten Cherry, his ex-girlfriend, pregnant before our link was cemented. She’d said nothing, choosing to abandon Saint’s son to the omegas. Right after that, she’d vanished.
“I didn’t fuck you,” Saint snorted, yet his eyes didn’t leave the matching ones that glared up at him.
“He’s not mine,” I ground out. “Fucking release me!”
“Not alpha enough to top me, huh?” Saint snorted, but he released the scent that unclenched my muscles, freeing me to sag to the floor. “Take the boy and get out. Don’t let him out of your sight,” he told Eryx.