Page 126 of Drama Queen

Nodding slowly, I step closer. "You're right about that." Another step, and another, until Tamera tenses. "I'm glad you stayed. I was worried when you left earlier."

My concern soothes her, and she pats Evie's back gently in comfort. "I almost didn't. I thought about burning this place down with your little bitch inside, but then I smelled her—our daughter—and I knew I had to save her first."

Every hair on my body stands on end in warning, and then everything explodes at once.

Ten

ARES

"You're doing so well,Moon, taking our cocks like a good girl," Maddock praises, drool dripping from my chin as his length slides between my lips, eliciting a moan. "Jesus."

"Look what you're doing to him, baby," Kato whispers in my ear, slowly thrusting through my wet folds. "You're driving us all to the brink of insanity." He glares over my shoulder at his twin, who's preparing to enter me from behind. "You better move faster if you want either of us to last."

Knox chuckles, sliding through my wetness before pressing against my rear entrance. "No rushing. We're going at the speed Princess needs." He eases in an inch, causing every muscle to tighten and each man to groan.

Maddock runs a hand down my spine, thrusting deeper into my throat while soothing me. "Easy, Moon. Relax. Let your mate in."

Their lips trailing across my skin calm my nerves, allowing him to sink to the hilt. "Full," I moan around his cock, clenching and swirling my tongue.

"Fuck. That's it, Moon," Maddock grunts, gripping the back of my head and holding me down until he's emptied himself into my throat.

"Now, that's a sight," Knox murmurs, nipping at my neck as Maddock withdraws. "Our turn to steal the show, brother."

The word is their signal to move in unison, starting slow to allow my body to adjust to Knox's entry. After a few tentative thrusts, they pick up speed until they're both slamming into me, our bodies slapping together amid moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Kato groans, gripping my hips tightly. His cock twitches once more before warmth fills me, my inner walls clutching his cock tightly as he releases into me, his knot swelling.

"Can you take my knot too, Princess?" Knox grunts through clenched teeth, fingers gripping my hair tightly.

"Yes, yes, yes," I pant in reply, matching each thrust until he fills my last hole.

Unease jolts me awake, realizing they've fucked me into oblivion. As they both withdraw simultaneously, liquid trails down my thighs, marking me as theirs just as much as their bites.

Again, that foreboding sense washes over me, instincts on high alert. I scanned the room, seeking reassurance from my mates. Maddock remains passed out where we left him atop the nest. The twins flank me on either side, their knots having just slipped free, a wave of relief washing over me. My heat is dormant for now, granting clarity for the first time in hours. Enough to realize Hendrix isn't in the room, and the distressed pull in my chest emanates from wherever he is in the house.

A low growl escalates into a steady snarl, snapping my other three mates to attention. Even Maddock, who moments ago was out cold, sits up and takes notice of his surroundings.

That's when I catch her scent.

Another female.

In my house.

"What's wrong, Moon?" Maddock slides closer, pressing against my back.

Before I can alert them, Kato's snarl mirrors mine, and he leaps to his feet. "Tamera. That fucking bitch is in our mate's house," he grits out, his bond throbbing with the same foreboding sensation as mine. "Something's wrong."

Everyone in the room nods, sharing the weight of Hendrix's distress through our bond. He's in trouble.

Without a second thought, I storm toward the living room, my mates hot on my heels, only Kato’s wrapping me around the waist before we sprint down the hallway.

"Easy, love. Let me handle this. No one fucks with my mate, my family," Kato's eyes blaze with barely restrained rage as he storms into the living room, leading our naked pack to confront whatever ill intent Tamera has in store.

But as we round the corner, we're unprepared for the scene that awaits us. Tamera, arms wrapped around my baby, holds a lit match in her other hand.

Tamera smirks our way as we freeze, realizing simultaneously that a psycho holds the most precious piece of our soul.

Her manic cackle shatters the tense silence. "You're too late." She sizes us up, eyes lingering too long on my mates, eliciting another warning growl. Her attention snaps back to me, curling her lip in disdain. "They came too easily to you. You don't deserve them, but they all flocked to you—watching and waiting in silence. Too bad they're a bunch of idiot males, too obtuse to recognize you were their mate. Might as well lump you in with them since you didn't realize it either." She rolls her eyes, patting my daughter on the rear in her mock motherly role. "I tried roofies, spent a fortune on witch's tea, but none of itworked..." Her voice trails off, as if these admissions are for herself. "Yet somehow, you found each other." Her eyes snap back to me, a dirty sneer curling her lip. "The bonus is, now we have a daughter." The match between her fingers burns slowly, an internal mantra praying the flame will scorch her fingers, but she continues unabated. "Hendrix is salvageable, the rest of you will burn right along with your whore."

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