Chapter Eleven
Paige ached with need. Her body was no longer her own. The tickle she constantly felt beneath her skin seemed to have vanished, yet the flaring heat between her legs demanded to be soothed. She'd been so close, so sure that Hale would satisfy her. And then Robbie interfered. Always the one to reject her, always the one to say no. Her beast didn't want to hear “no” again.
But she couldn't bring herself to move from the bed. Enthralled by this side of Robbie he'd never let her see, she watched as he picked Hale up off the floor and shoved him up against the wall, face-first. Hale appeared dizzy. He bled from several cuts on his torso and face. The sweet smell of copper drifted to her. Paige licked her lips and studied the pair, hungrier than ever for a climax, to see worthy males fighting for her. But as their scents mingled, she understood her prize wouldn't be just one male, but both of them.
But how to determine which one would have her first?
Robbie threatened Hale with bodily harm, but Hale started to revive, pushing against the wall, against the arms shoving him against it. Robbie wrapped a hand around Hale's throat, pinning his face flat, and nudged his ankles apart.
Paige quivered with fresh desire, knowing what he intended. But she didn't want to wait on the sidelines anymore. She needed to be a part of this.
“You don't hurt her. Don't touch what's mine, unless I tell you to,” Robbie growled and shoved a finger between Hale's ass cheeks.
Hale groaned and tried to move. “Fuck you,” he breathed. “You don't want her.
You don't deserve her.”
Robbie swore and angled closer, but he couldn't fuck Hale without releasing his hand from Hale's throat. Paige liked Hale pinned, helpless, and unable to do more than submit. He might top her, but Robbie owned them both. And perhaps her large mate needed a bit of help. She joined him by his side.
“Let me,” she whispered in Robbie's ear, pleased when he tensed. His eyes met hers, bright with desire, with anger. She reveled in his intensity. Grabbing his slick shaft, she stroked him up and down, feeling what belonged to her.
Watching her, breathing hard, Robbie didn't even try to stop her. He pushed between her hands with that thick girth, rubbing against Hale's lower back.
“No, Robbie. Put it where it belongs.” She gripped him tight and prodded Hale's ass with his cock. Robbie didn't need any encouragement. He pulled Hale's hips up from the wall, an incredible show of strength, especially when Hale tried to escape.
Paige shoved Hale back against the wall, her claws biting into his neck.
“Witch,” he groaned, panting. “Fucking do it already,” he rasped, then cried out when Robbie thrust hard.
Her body coiled with sexual tension as she stood there, watching Robbie fuck Hale with an exciting brutality. So rough, so violent. The more Hale tried to resist, the more excited Robbie grew, until he saturated the room in his scent.
“You're next.” Hale groaned the warning to Paige and nipped at the hand she used to pin him to the wall.
“Promise?” she purred, overjoyed to see Robbie's face infused with lust. For Hale, for her. For his mates.
Robbie stilled finally, his face drawn in agony as he came hard. Hale groaned as well, caught in Paige's grip.
She knew he hadn't found his release, and she couldn't wait to see him come. For that matter, she wanted to watch Robbie too. “Pull out,” she said to him. “I want to see it.”
Withdrawing from Hale, he continued to spurt. And when she put her hand over him to stimulate more, he groaned and shot another load against Hale.
Hale, now free, turned to face them both. Flushed with need, he looked on the verge of passing out. Paige saw her fingerprints around his throat and began purring.
Before she could say anything, Hale left them and returned with a wet towel that smelled of soap. He wrapped it around Robbie's cock, cleaning him, then himself.
“If you're going to keep her, you have to earn it. Take what you want. Like this.” Hale grinned at her, an evil expression that had Paige thinking twice about accepting him, while her beast wanted to roll over in exultant joy. He was on her before she could move, while Robbie held that damned towel in a limp hand, looking dazed.
Hale forced Paige to her knees. “Suck me off, you little beast. All of me, yes.” She couldn't help obeying him. He took control of her beast, and she wanted to taste him, as she hadn't before. Too easily, she recalled their coupling, how incredible he'd been inside of her. His thick cock was just as right, just as hard. But this time, he pushed it into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged just a little but soon accepted him. Her body adjusted to take her mate, and she sucked him hard and fondled his balls, pleased at his groans of pleasure.
“Swallow all of it. Yeah, cream for me, slide those legs together so Robbie can smell your pussy. Give him a show, Paige.” Hale gasped as she gripped his balls tight and grazed his shaft with her teeth. His hands grasped her hair harder, pulling at the strands, and she moaned.
When she heard Robbie come up alongside them, she wanted to come so very badly. “Come down her throat,” Robbie ordered. “Do it. Make her swallow all of it,” he whispered, his voice deep with need.
Hale fucked her mouth, coming on a cry as he shuddered. So much cum. She swallowed as much as she was able before he pulled out and shot the rest of his load all over her chest. Marking me. Yesss.
Before she could bask in the pleasure of ownership, Robbie flattened her on her back on the cold floor. He shoved her legs wide and thrust hard.
“Do it. Take her,” Hale encouraged and leaned over Robbie.
Paige couldn't see what Hale did to Robbie, but whatever it was had Robbie moaning their names, and he didn't stop taking her. He was so thick, so long, that he bruised her with each push. And she'd never felt so damned good. This roughness demanded more. She scratched him, tried to buck and shake him off. But he only pounded harder, until she couldn't stop the urgency thrumming through her.
With each shove of his dick, his pelvis brushed her clit. Harder and rougher, until she screamed out in sheer ecstasy. Her orgasm pushed her into another state, a blissful entreaty into a sharing so pure, so right, she could lay there in Robbie's arms, accepting his pleasured pain.
On a grunt and a growl he came, filling her with so much cum, it dripped down her legs. He kissed her cheeks, her lips, her eyes. Everywhere.
“Paige, honey, look at me,” he growled.
When she blinked up at him, he didn't smile. He looked worried and more than a little angry. He pulled out and shivered, and more cum landed on her belly.
“Fuck, that's hot,” Hale murmured, his erection thick as he stared down at her.
The sexual tension had eased, but Robbie looked worse than he had before. He stared down at her with puzzlement, but when he turned to Hale, he seemed on the verge of real violence.
“Robbie,” she said his name.
When he glanced down at her again, his gaze softened. Love and remorse stole the pleasure she'd seen all too briefly. He helped her up, then left her for the bathroom.
Hale cleaned her up as best he could using the other side of the orange-scented towel and brought her with him onto the bed. When Robbie came back, he found them both smiling at each other. Still, she could sense his unease. Her beast worried, and she saw Hale's grin fade.
“What's wrong?” Hale asked quietly.
“What's wrong?” Robbie snarled. “We just raped Paige, you asshole.” When he took several steps closer, Paige sat up. To her bemusement, Robbie's gaze latched onto her breasts, which grew swollen under his stare.