Chapter 121: Why Not Have Both

​The hallway went silent after the stranger’s body hit the wall, leaving only the sound of Alaric’s heavy, ragged breathing on the other side.

​”Sofia,” Alaric’s voice came through the wood, vibrating with an authority that made her toes curl into the rug. “Open the door. Now.”

​Sofia’s mind was a haze of white-hot fog. Her wolf was screaming for a mate, and her human heart was too tired to fight the physical demand of her heat.

With legs that felt like jelly, she pushed herself up from the floor. She didn’t think about her nakedness or the fact that she had been terrified of him only hours ago. All she knew was that the fire inside her was burning her alive.

​She stumbled to the door, her fingers fumbling with the deadbolt. With a sharp click, the lock gave way.

​The door swung open, and there stood Alaric. His eyes were completely black, his chest heaving under his dress shirt. The moment the full force of her scent hit him, he let out a sound that was half-groan, half-growl. He stepped into the room, not bothering to shut the door.

​Sofia didn’t hesitate. She threw herself at him, her soft, burning skin pressing against the cool, rough fabric of his suit. She reached up, grabbing his face, and pulled him down into a desperate, hungry kiss.

​”Alaric…” she whimpered into his mouth.

​Alaric’s control snapped. His large hands gripped her waist, lifting her nearly off her feet as he kissed her back with a ferocity that stole her breath.

For a few seconds, the world was nothing but the heat of their bodies and the relief of the contact.

​”SOFIA! GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

​Damien stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing a dangerous, murderous gold. He took in the scene—his mate pressed against the Alpha he hated most in the world.

​Sofia pulled away from Alaric, her back hitting his chest as she gasped for air. She was trembling, her skin flushed, looking between the two Alphas with wide, glazed eyes.

​”Damien,” she panted, her voice thick with the fever.

​”Step away from her, Alaric,” Damien hissed, his claws extending. “You won’t touch her while she’s in heat. She’s my mate.”

​Alaric didn’t move. He wrapped a protective arm around Sofia’s waist, pulling her back against his body, his gaze fixed on Damien.

​The tension between Alaric and Damien was lethal, but Sofia was far beyond caring about their rivalry. The fire in her blood was screaming for the touch of a male… and Sofia didn’t care if it was any one of them or even both.

​”I belong to no one!” Sofia cried out, her voice breaking with a desperate sob. She turned back to Alaric, pulling his head down for another bruising kiss, then she reached out a shaking hand, grabbing Damien’s shirt and pulling him closer. “I want you both. Right now. Together.”

​Damien’s eyes widened, his face pale with shock and fury. “No… Sofia, you aren’t yourself. I am not sharing my mate with my uncle!”

​But Sofia wasn’t listening. She let out a low, primal moan and leaned back into Alaric’s hard chest. Alaric didn’t hesitate; his hands dropped to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he gripped her ass, pulling her firmly against his arousal. He let out a dark, hungry moan against her lips.

​Damien watched them, his heart hammering with a mix of rage and agonizing desire. He could smell the roses and sage on her skin, and it was driving his wolf to the edge of madness. Seeing Alaric’s hands on her was like a knife to his gut, but the pull of the mate bond was too strong. His possessive instincts flared—if Alaric was going to touch her, then he had to be closer. He had to mark her as his own before anyone else could.

​Unable to stay away any longer, Damien stepped behind her. He growled, a deep sound of warning and surrender, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He began to kiss the sensitive skin there, his tongue tracing the line of her shoulder.

​Sofia threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her as she felt Damien’s heat behind her and Alaric’s strength in front. She pulled away from Alaric’s mouth just long enough to turn and kiss Damien deeply. Because they were mates, the spark was like an explosion of white light behind her eyes. It was a physical jolt that made her toes curl and her body tremble with a new wave of slick heat.

​”Yes,” she whimpered into Damien’s mouth.

​While she distracted Damien with the kiss, Alaric leaned down, his eyes dark with desire. He captured one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard through the haze of her fever. Sofia gasped, her fingers tangling in Damien’s hair and Alaric’s shoulders at the same time.

​The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of sex and desire. The three of them moved as one, a tangle of limbs driven by a hunger that was no longer human.

Sofia collapsed onto the center of the large silk-covered bed, her back arching as the cool fabric met her feverish skin.

​She didn’t have to wait a second.

​Damien moved to the foot of the bed, his eyes dark and full of desire. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him, spreading her legs wide. When he caught the scent of her slickness, his wolf went feral. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her, a low groan escaping his throat as he began eating her pussy with a desperate, hungry rhythm.

​Sofia’s head thrashed against the pillows. “Oh… Damien!”

​At the same time, Alaric crawled over her, his massive frame hovering just inches above hers. He didn’t look at Damien; he kept his eyes locked on Sofia’s, wanting to be the only thing she saw.

Then he lowered his head, capturing one of her aching nipples between his lips and sucking hard.

​Sofia let out a loud, shattered moan. The sensation was overwhelming—Damien’s tongue working expertly between her legs and Alaric’s mouth pulling at her breast.

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