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Demon’s eyes locked on us, his gaze flicking between Greek and me. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and another growl rumbled from deep within him, echoing around the room.

“Rut,” he growled. I’d figured as much. “I can’t... control it,” he said, his words laced with equal parts warning and a plea for help. “Don’t... let me... hurt you two. Get... out,” he snarled.

But I wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was Greek. Our alpha needed us. And there was no way we were going to turn our backs on him. I licked my lips. His cock twitched, spilling more precum onto his stomach. He growled low. I growled back, ready to savor the flavor of our alpha, our Demon.

I bet he was going to taste fucking delicious!

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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SOFIA

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Demon’s growl reverberated through the basement, low and feral, making my skin prickle and my thighs clench. The sight of him stole my breath, a raw, primal masterpiece laid bare before me. Demon’s broad chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his skin slick with a sheen of sweat that clung to the sculpted ridges of his abs, catching the dim light overhead.

Every muscle in his arms was taut, veins tracing his forearms like rivers of raw power, leading up to his thick, roped biceps that flexed against his restraints. My gaze dipped lower, tracing the sharp cut of his V-line as it disappeared into the dark curls at the base of his cock. And oh, his cock – thick, throbbing, and demanding attention.

His knot was swollen, engorged. I wanted to twirl my tongue over it, tracing its heat before licking away the slick sheen of precum glistening along his shaft. His toned thighs trembled, powerful and straining against the cuffs around his ankles, every corded muscle begging for release. This alpha was beautiful, hisbody a work of art. He was a force of nature, and I wanted to drown in him.

“Leave,” he barked, not an alpha bark, but it was still rough and guttural.

But there was something in his tone, beneath the order, a thread of desperation that held me in place. My feet refused to move, and when I glanced at Greek, his wide eyes were locked on Demon’s cock that was glistening and leaking, thick and heavy against his stomach. Greek was breathing fast, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Are you okay, Greek?” I asked, the words catching in my throat as the heady scent of rut filled the air, combining with Greek’s own sweet slick.

The scent was so amazing that I wanted to bottle it up and wear it as a lotion so everyone around me knew who I belonged to. Greek took a shaky step closer to the bed, his lips parted and his breathing shallow. He looked transfixed, his gaze glued to the alpha’s cock like it held all the answers to his unspoken desires. I reached out, touching his arm lightly, loving the feel of his warm skin against mine.

“Greek, what’s wrong?”

Greek swallowed and then looked at me. He pointed at Demon and asked, “Is this because of us?”

Was it?

“Demon,” I spoke to the large alpha strapped to the bed. “You were just fine. How did you suddenly go into a rut?”

Demon’s head tipped back against the bed, his jaw clenched tightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You... together... seeing you two,” he growled, his voice strained. “It triggered... my rut.”

My heart pounded at his confession, my body already too hot, too needy. He was rutting because of us, because he’d seen me riding Greek like there was no tomorrow.

“Demon,” I whispered, taking a tentative step forward.

I didn’t even know what I was going to say. All I knew was that I couldn’t leave him like this. Beside me, Greek whimpered as Demon grunted and thrust into the air, his knot thick at the base of his cock.

“What do you need?” I asked our alpha, my voice trembling slightly as I moved my hand to Greek’s cock, wrapping my fingers around his length, hoping to help calm him a little.

His cock was slick and hot, already dripping with his arousal. I stroked him slowly, needing to do something, anything, to keep from being overwhelmed by the way my own body responded to the room’s intensity.

Demon’s head snapped to my hand, which was working Greek’s cock. Another growl tore through him, making me and our omega tremble. Demon’s blue eyes were wild, blazing with need and a hint of fear.

“You can’t help... me,” He groaned, gaze focusing for a moment. “I don’t... I’ll be fine. Twelve hours. That’s all it takes. The cuffs... will unlock... twelve hours.” His voice was tight, forced. Our poor alpha was barely holding himself together.

“Twelve hours?” Greek asked, his voice trembling as I continued to stroke him. He licked his lips, his eyes darting from Demon’s face to the throbbing cock that seemed to dominate the space between us. “Do you usually just... suffer down here during your ruts?”

Demon’s jaw worked, the muscles flexing as he gritted his teeth. “Yeah,” he bit out, his breath coming in heavy bursts.

My mind was racing with this new information. Did this mean what I thought it meant? Surely not! I exchanged a glance with Greek, his pupils blown wide with arousal, and I could feel my own body responding in kind, aching with the need to help. But in his gaze, I saw the same thing I was thinking. Impossible! Right?

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