Page 116 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, watching their expressions darken with hunger. “You know what I think?” I mused, turning my back to them. “I think you three have gotten a little too comfortable being in control.”

The collective growl as I slid my briefs down was music to my ears. I glanced over my shoulder, giving them my best innocent look. “Something wrong, alphas?”

Completely naked now, I walked to the shower area directly across from the sauna. The open-concept design meant they had an unobstructed view as I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature before stepping under the spray.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little mate,” Derek warned, his voice carrying easily despite the running water.

“Am I?” I asked, letting the water cascade over me, tilting my head back to wet my hair. “Seems pretty safe from where I’m standing. You’re the ones locked in a glass box.”

I reached for the soap, working it into a lather between my hands before slowly—very slowly—running them over my chest, down my stomach, across my thighs. Their eyes tracked every movement, three pairs of irises now glowing their respective colors—crimson, amber, electric blue.

“When we get out of here,” Caleb promised, his voice rough with desire, “you’re going to regret this.”

“No,” I corrected, my hands continuing their deliberate journey across my body, “I’m going to enjoy it. The question is, how much are you going to suffer through dinner first?”

I turned, giving them my back again, running soapy hands over my shoulders and down my spine, knowing exactly what I was showcasing. The marks they’d left earlier were clearly visible on my body, a reminder of what had started this little revenge scenario.

“This is what happens,” I continued, glancing over my shoulder to meet their heated gazes, “when you leave me worked up with no relief.”

“We were being considerate,” Marcus ground out, his knuckles white where he gripped the sauna bench. “Giving you time.”

“Maybe I don’t want time,” I replied, turning to face them fully, making no attempt to hide my own arousal. “Maybe I want you to stop treating me like I might break.”

The water sluiced down my body, washing away the soap but doingnothing to cool the heat building under my skin. This had started as revenge, but watching their reactions—the naked hunger in their eyes, the tension in their powerful bodies—was affecting me more than I’d anticipated.

I let my hand drift lower, trailing down my stomach with deliberate slowness. “You know,” I said conversationally, though my voice had grown husky, “I’ve been having the most interesting dreams lately.”

“Kai,” Marcus warned, his voice barely human now. “Don’t.”

I ignored him, my hand drifting lower still. “Dreams about three wolves. Three very… attentive wolves.” My fingers wrapped around myself, and I couldn’t quite suppress the soft gasp at the contact. “Who do all sorts of delicious things to me.”

All three brothers were frozen now, their eyes fixed on my hand as I began to stroke slowly. The glass between us seemed to magnify rather than diminish the intensity of their gazes.

“Sometimes,” I continued, my breathing growing more ragged, “it’s Marcus who takes control first. He pins me down, makes me beg…” I twisted my wrist, drawing another gasp from my own lips. “His mouth is everywhere, claiming every inch of me.”

Marcus growled, the sound so primal it sent shivers down my spine despite the hot water. His eyes were pure crimson fire now, his body rigid with restraint.

“Other times,” I went on, increasing my pace slightly, “it’s Derek. He’s rougher, more demanding. His hands leave bruises that I can feel for days…” I let my head fall back, water cascading over my face as my hips began to move in rhythm with my hand. “He marks me so everyone knows I’m his.”

Derek’s growl joined his brother’s, his amber eyes tracking every movement of my hand with predatory intensity. The sauna’s glass was starting to fog slightly from their rising body heat, but not enough to obscure their view.

“And then there’s Caleb,” I gasped, my free hand bracing against the shower wall as pleasure built. “He teases, makes me wait, drives me crazy with his mouth and his fingers until I’m begging…”

Caleb’s usual playfulness was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a hunger that matched his brothers’. His electric blue eyes seemed to glow brighter as he watched me pleasure myself, his breathing as ragged as my own.

“But you know what the best dreams are?” I asked, my voice breaking as I approached the edge. “The ones where all three of you take me at once. Where I’m surrounded, claimed completely, filled so full I can’t tell where I end and you begin…”

The combined growls from the sauna were almost deafening, the glass walls vibrating with the force of their restraint. I was close now, so close, my body trembling with impending release.

“That’s what I think about,” I confessed, my voice raw with need, “when I touch myself like this. When I’m alone in my bed, aching for you, remembering your hands, your mouths, your—ah!”

I came with a cry that echoed through the gym, my body shuddering with release as three pairs of glowing eyes watched hungrily. For a moment, I just stood there, letting the water wash over me as I caught my breath, my legs trembling slightly.

When I finally looked up, the sight nearly took my breath away again. All three brothers were pressed against the glass, their eyes blazing with primal hunger, their bodies visibly straining with the effort of control. The glass had fogged significantly from their body heat, but I could still see the raw need in their expressions.

“That,” I said once I could speak again, “is how it feels to be left wanting. Not fun, is it?”

“Kai,” Marcus’ voice was barely recognizable, a rough growl that seemed torn from his throat. “Let us out. Now.”

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