Page 104 of Claimed By the Rockstars: Part One
Rafael blows a puff of air through his nose and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well, he could stop the war any time. And he hasn't. So that's on him, not you."
I groan, pressing my fingers into my temples. "I know, butfuck, Raf, I don't want to run to the press to tell them how the lead guitarist of the band I'm in has a scarred face and that's why he wears a mask and feels like shit all the time. I will if I have to, but I don'twantto. I'm not that kind of person. I don't want tobethat kind of person."
Rafael and Phoenix are both silent for a long time. Phoenix chews the inside of his cheek before speaking. "I don't think Rex is, either."
I arch an eyebrow. "You can't be serious. He acts like a supervillain."
Phoenix drags a hand through his blond mane. "Yeah, well, he also beats the fuck out of predators. He's like a wolf that only eats other wolves. He's… unhinged, and yeah, maybe he's insane, too, but putting someone vulnerable in danger?" He sighs. "Actually, if he knew you're an omega, you might be safer."
"Another point for him being in denial, I guess. But telling himthatsecret isn't exactly a risk I want to take," I manage to croak with a stiff laugh.
As if on fucking cue, another wave crashes through me, stronger than the last. My back arches off the nest and a sound tears from my throat that I barely recognize as my own. My core throbs again like someone shoved hot coals into me, my body demanding something I've never let it have.
A knot.
An alpha's knot.
And two of my scent matches sit right here, smelling better than anything has a right to smell.
"Okay," I hear myself say, pushing my drenched hair back from my face. I can practically feel my clammy skin flushing red. "Okay. This is how it's going to go."
Rafael straightens immediately. Phoenix goes very still.
"I want Rafael to fuck me first," I continue, suddenly too awkward about this to even look at them. "While I suck Phoenix off. And I want to think about what you were doing to each other in the other room to cope with my scent."
Rafael's low growl in response cuts off into a choking sound I can't help but snicker at. Phoenix's pupils dilate so fast I watch it happen in real time.
"Are you sure?" Phoenix asks carefully.
I nod. "This is all me. Not the heat, not the chemicals—me. I want you both. The only thing is… it has to be no strings attached. I mean it. And if it makes me a terrible person for using my scent matches to get through this nightmare without promising anything in return, then fine. I'm terrible. But I'm also in pain and desperate and you're both right here and I can smell what I do to you."
Rafael's breathing has gone rough. "Bells?—"
Phoenix shifts closer, one large hand cupping my face with devastating gentleness. "Tell us what you need."
What I need.
What Ineedis for this heat to stop turning my insides into molten lava. What I need is for my stalker to disappear into the void. Preferably a deep, dark pit full of hungry piranhas. What I need is for Rex not to hate me when he finds out I'm his scent match.
But what I can have right now is this. Them. Two alphas who smell like home and safety and everything my inner omega has ever wanted. Not just my inner omega, either.
Me.
"Strip," I tell them, surprised by how steady my voice comes out. "Both of you. Now."
They move together, a synchronized dance of fabric and skin. Rafael's shirt hits the floor first, revealing bronzed muscle and that gorgeous kraken tattoo. Phoenix follows, that comfortable bulk and strength I've been trying not to gape at for weeks now fully on display.
Then pants. Underwear. Until they're both naked and hard and looking at me like I'm the most treasured, perfect thing in the entire world instead of a sweaty disaster currently melting into a nest made of hotel blankets and towels.
"Come here," I tell Rafael, spreading my legs in clear invitation.
He doesn't hesitate. Just crawls onto the bed, settling between my thighs with careful reverence like he's kneeling at the altar of a dark cult. His hands are warm on my hips, thumbs tracing circles that make me shiver and squirm at his touch.
"You're sure?" he asks again, and I can see how much it costs him to check. How badly he wants to just take what I'm offering.
"I'm sure. More fucking, less talking and checking. I don't need you guys to be gentle." When Phoenix looks like he's going to ask me to promise them, I cut him off at the chase before he can start, holding up a hand to stop him. "Ipromise."
"Don't have to tell me twice," Rafael purrs, slipping his fingers into my folds, stroking my slick up toward my clit and circling it, making me writhe with a desperate moan.
