Page 36 of Shades of Scars

“Please, don’t.” I try to put some force behind my whispered demand, but even I have a hard time believing them. Hell, I know I’m full of shit. I want him to touch me more. Want him to run his fingers down into the waistband of my leather pants sohe can feel for himself just how turned on I am for him just from our close proximity.

I know I’m in trouble the moment I begin to perfume.

I lose all sense of my mind when Wren steps up, effectively sandwiching me between him and Apollo. One of his hands goes to my other hip while the other captures my chin in his fingers, drawing my gaze up to his. The dark depths of his eyes fucking smolder with heat and desire. The both of them aren’t playing fair right now, but I just can’t bring myself to do anything about it.

“Is that what you really want, Sweetheart? To sing in my club?” I nod at his husky words, unable to form a response of my own while drunk on their combined scents. Apollo’s gunpowder and whiskey mixes well with Wren’s oranges and spiced brandy. Add in my own heady jasmine and citrus pheromones and I’m a damn goner.

“I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted and desired, Sweetheart. Tell me you want this, and I’ll give you the damn world.” His warm breath fans over my parted lips, and I groan at his sensual words.

“I shouldn’t. Ican’t.” I’m panting, unable to control my reactions to them any longer. Being pressed between them like this is more than I can handle. This is different than dealing with them one on one. My senses are too overloaded to think straight. Common sense is no longer in the room with us.

“Come on, love. Let us show you how we can be together.” Apollo’s hand moves from my hip to slip down where I’m flush against Wren. My core throbs in response, and I nearly sob with relief when his fingers brush against the front of my leather pants, right where I’m aching the most.

“Y-you better make it worth it. Th-this is likely to be the end of us all.” I don’t know how I manage to speak relatively clearly, but I fucking do it.

Wren—the fucking prick—chuckles at that, like I hadn’t been trying to be dead serious. His lips are so damn close to mine when he says, “I’m not scared of your demons, Sweetheart. Let them come out to play. I’ll own them just as I’ll own you.”

Then he kisses me, and my entire universe tilts on its axis. Kissing Wren Madden is like being too close to a firecracker when it goes off. He removes his hand from my chin so he can tangle his fingers in the short strands of hair at the nape of my neck. His tongue obliterates my mouth, and I can’t stop myself from clinging to him like he’s a life raft and I’m adrift in an endless, stormy sea.

Lightning crackles in my veins and all I can think about in that moment is how I can manage to get closer to him. I wish I could crawl inside of him and live there forever. Safe and warm. Protected.Loved. Apollo holds me steady while his pack lead consumes all of my rational thoughts.

Before I know what’s happening, Wren has his arms around me and he rips me away from Apollo. Our mouths disconnect, and I whine for the first time since meeting these alphas at the loss of contact. “Don’t stress, omega. I’ve got you. I’vealwaysgot you.” His purr rumbles to life inside of his chest where he holds me close while marching me over to… his desk?

My ass suddenly lands on the hard surface, and I gasp into Wren’s mouth when he presses his lips back against mine. He invades all of my personal space, wedging himself between my parted thighs so that he can rub his body against my aching center.Fuck. I need my pants off like yesterday. I need to feel this alpha exactly where I hurt the most. My rapid pulse thrums in time with each sweep of his tongue across my teeth and lips.

“Wren.” I whine again because I can’t help it, and he responds by kissing his way down from my lips, over my jaw, to my neck. His hands come up and slip beneath the fabric of my leather jacket, before he pushes it off my shoulders to exposemore of my skin. The oversized crop top I’m wearing shows off more of my shoulders, including the hideous mark I’d rather not have on display right now.

His kisses trail so close to said mark that I feel myself stiffen, some of my earlier trepidation creeping back in, but then he shocks the hell out of me when he speaks again. “When I’ve dealt with the bastard that put this mark on your skin, I’m going to replace it. I will bite you so hard and so deep that you forget he ever existed. You are going to be so thoroughly mine that all you think about is me and all the pleasure and love I can make you feel. Do you understand, omega?” The declaration is a shock to my system, renewing the pleasurable heat steadily working its way through my system, igniting all of my nerve endings in a way I’ve never experienced before.

It’s addicting. Terrifyingly intoxicating. I never want this to end.

I gasp out loud as soon as I feel a second pair of hands on me. Apollo wraps his palms around my shoulders until he’s helped me lay back atop of Wren’s desk. When I glance up at him in my upside down position, his eyes are trained on his pack lead in anticipation.

Glancing at Wren, I watch him lick his lips while staring down at the exposed skin of my stomach. My breath hitches in my lungs when he spots a particularly nasty scar of my past that expands horizontally across my belly button, and then he caresses it with gentle fingers. The heat is still smoldering in his dark eyes, but there’s something else now glinting there, too.

Beautifully violent outrage.

Somehow, I’m not self conscious when he slowly lifts up my crop top until my bra covered tits are exposed. He traces every odd shaped scar with tender attentiveness, but he doesn’t say a word. I feel the hot rush of tears prick my eyes when he lowers his mouth to each one, pressing over a dozen heartbreakingkisses along my abdomen. Thank fuck he doesn’t know the depths of the internal scars I bear. I think it would destroy him if he did.

Without much thought, I reach a hand out to stroke over his stubbled cheek, drawing his attention back to my face. When our eyes meet, I feel time halt. “Make me remember who I really am, alpha.” I whisper these words, never fully expecting him to understand the hidden meaning behind those words.

Because somewhere along the road of life, I’d lost myself. I can’t recall a single day before that fateful day I turned sixteen where I’d ever truly felt like Scarlett Reighn. Those pieces of me had been buried deep within when I’d been forced on my knees to pay for a past I had no part in.

I’ve been petrified ever since that I would never get those pieces back.

Wren rumbles in response to my statement, the sound reverberating through me and shooting straight to my pulsing clit. I shift, trying to rub myself against the thickness of his body wedged between my thighs, but Apollo’s hands hold me still, pressing down on my shoulders down in a warning. The pack lead doesn’t need to be told twice.

The ease in which he removes my leather pants and soaked panties is astonishing. My inner omega preens when he passes said panties over to Apollo, who quickly pockets them out of sight, most likely for later use.

I don’t have time to think about what he might do with them before Wren wraps his massive palms around my knees, prying my thighs apart further. Every muscle in my body tenses when he reaches back to drag one of the armchairs closer until he can sit down, exactly at perfect face level with my aching cunt.

His nostrils flare as he leans in, inhaling the heady aroma of my slick already dripping onto the expensive surface of his desk. “That’s it, Sweetheart. Soak my desk with your delicious cream.Make it so that anyone who enters this room over the next week can smell who I belong to.” The first finger enters me while he speaks, and my back arches upwards, a keening cry falling from my lips. I could give two fucks less how dangerous this all is. Especially when he starts to pump that finger in and out of me.

I try to squirm, but then Apollo’s slipping one hand down the valley of my breasts to sprawl over my stomach just above my pubic bone to hold me still. I look up to see his eyes flashing with lust and longing simultaneously as he watches Wren’s finger plunge into my dripping pussy.

“Do you like that, Sweetheart? Watch how strenuous his hold on his control is while he watches me fuck you with my finger. Shall we go for two? Three? Do you think I can make you come before I even touch this pretty little clit?” My eyes literally roll back in my head, a loud moan escaping me when Wren works another finger inside of me. There’s no way I can hold back the things he’s making me feel.

I can feel my walls already fluttering around those two digits, and I know for a fact he’ll live up to his word. I’m going to fly over that cliff in the next minute or so, and he’s not even anywhere near the little bundle of nerves throbbing at the apex of my thighs. It’s just the thought of Apollo losing control while he watches his pack lead pleasure me that has me hurtling towards the edge of oblivion.

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