Page 112 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

“Good thing I’m part dragon, then,” I shot back, arching against him and being rewarded with a groan that vibrated through both of us.

His hands slid under my shirt, leaving trails of fire across my skin that had nothing to do with my new dragon abilities. When his thumb brushed across my nipple, I nearly levitated off the bed.

“Sensitive,” he observed, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Don’t look so smug,” I gasped, then promptly lost the ability to form coherent sentences as he pushed my shirt up and replaced his thumb with his mouth.

Holy hell. If this was what being claimed felt like, I should have said yes days ago. The wet heat of his tongue had me making sounds that would definitely come back to haunt me later, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Caleb,” I managed, my hands fisting in his hair. “Oh God?—”

“I love the way you say my name,” he murmured against my skin. “Say it again.”

“Caleb,” I obliged, because apparently I was now taking orders, and I didn’t even mind. The word ended on a moan as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same thorough attention.

He worked his way back up my chest, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites that had me squirming beneath him. When he reached my neck, he paused, his breath hot against the sensitive skin just below my ear.

“You smell so good,” he growled, inhaling deeply. “Like us, but also something uniquely you. It drives our wolves crazy.”

I tilted my head, instinctively offering more access. “Then do something about it,” I challenged, because apparently near-death experiences hadn’t cured my habit of poking dangerous things with sticks.

His teeth grazed my neck, not hard enough to break skin but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. The sensation sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly, my body responding to his dominance in ways that should have been embarrassing but just felt right.

I could feel the hard evidence of his desire against my thigh, and I shifted, deliberately creating friction that made him groan against my neck.

“Tease,” he accused, his voice rough with desire.

“You started it,” I shot back, gasping as his hand slid between us to cup me through my jeans.

“And I intend to finish it,” he promised.

I was about to respond with something appropriately snarky, but then the door burst open, and two distinct growls filled the room. We broke apart to find Marcus and Derek standing in the doorway, their eyes glowing with barely contained desire and more than a little possessiveness.

“Started without us, I see,” Marcus said, his voice deceptively calm despite the crimson glow of his eyes.

Caleb grinned, unrepentant. “Just warming him up for you.”

I should have been embarrassed, caught half-undressed and thoroughly debauched. Instead, I felt a thrill of anticipation race through me at the heated looks all three brothers were giving me.

“Well,” I said, my voice huskier than normal, “are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to join us? The Rivera Pack can wait—this can’t.”

The answering growls from all three brothers told me dinner with the Rivera Pack was about to become a much lower priority.

Derek was on me in an instant, practically shoving Caleb aside to claim his spot. His mouth crashed into mine with none of Caleb’s finesse—all raw hunger and barely contained power. His kiss was pure dominance, demanding surrender in a way that should have triggered my fight response but instead had me melting faster than ice cream in August.

“Been watching through the pack bond,” he growled against my lips, his hands rough as they pushed my shirt higher. “Driving me crazy.”

“Poor baby,” I gasped, arching as his calloused fingers found my already sensitized nipples. “So difficult for you—ah!”

His teeth sank into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, not breaking skin but definitely marking territory. The sharp pleasure-pain of it had my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking friction that had him growling his approval.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice that dangerous rumble that bypassed my brain and went straight to my groin. “Let us hear you.”

“You’re all… impossible,” I managed, my body betraying me with every touch. Derek’s tactical precision apparently extended to finding every sensitive spot I possessed, because I was rapidly becoming a whimpering mess under his skilled assault.

“My turn,” Marcus’ voice cut through my Derek-induced haze, smooth and commanding in a way that had both Derek and me responding instantly.

Derek’s weight shifted, but he didn’t go far—just moved to my other side, his mouth finding my neck again as Marcus claimed my lips in a kiss that was somehow even more devastating than his brothers’. Where Derek conquered, Marcus possessed—methodical, thorough, and so damn intense I could feel it in my toes.

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