Chapter Seventeen

Drake

D rake ground his teeth as he waited for the coffee pot to finish brewing. He hadn’t been able to sleep well after his conversation with Zeke at the strip club. And on top of that, he had been forced to work the bar alone. Neither Zeke nor Knox could be found anywhere. It seemed like he was running the bar alone a lot these days, and it irritated the hell out of him.

The pot finished, so he poured himself a cup into his waiting mug and took a scolding sip, all the while wanting nothing more than to kick their asses. Deciding that he would do just that, he set the mug down and went in search of them. He stopped at Knox’s bedroom first, but he wasn’t in his bed.

Flexing his jaw, he turned toward Zeke’s bedroom and opened the door, ready to give him a piece of his mind. But before he could open his mouth, he spotted three figures in Zeke’s bed .

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Drake said loud enough that Knox, Amara, and Zeke startled awake.

Drake flipped on the lights. “You’re kidding me, right?”

He had just told Zeke the night before that he needed time to get his head right about the whole mate thing, and yet, he brought her here, to the one place he thought would be safe from her for a while. It pissed him off, though he wasn’t sure if it was because she had spent the night or if it was because a part of him was jealous that he hadn’t been included.

Last night, he realized that part of him did want this, but there were so many reasons why it would be a bad idea.

“Jesus,” Knox groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Learn to fucking knock, asshole. Some of us are trying to get some sleep here.”

Amara made an adorable sleepy noise and flopped back down against the pillows, draping her arm over her eyes to block out the light. Her hair was messy as if they’d literally been fucking all night, which only fueled his anger even more.

“Is this why you left me at the bar last night?” Drake growled between clenched teeth. “To get some ass?”

Knox grinned, rolling Amara onto her side so he could grip her ass hard. “Maybe. But it’s such a nice ass.”

Amara snorted.

“You can’t just skirt your responsibilities now that you’re mated.”

“Watch me,” Knox said simply.

Amara nudged Knox. “Be nice. He has a point. If I had known you guys had to work, I wouldn’t have come over.”

At least, one of them had a head on their shoulders and understood the meaning of responsibility. He wondered if she really meant it though or if she was lying to defuse the obviously tense situation.

“We have employees for a reason, Drake,” Zeke reminded him, speaking for the first time since he entered the room. His eyes were still closed, and he was still snuggled up against Amara’s side. “We don’t have to be there all night, every night.”

“They need constant supervision, Zeke. Do you not remember what happened when we took a two-day vacation? One of our bartenders got drunk in the back room and passed out. Or maybe you don’t remember since I’m the one who had to clean up all of his fucking puke.” This wasn’t really about the employees, and he knew it, but how else could he describe how angry he was to find her in his home when he’d just had the discussion with Zeke?

“That’s why we hired a better bartender,” Knox said.

Amara sighed and pushed herself into a sitting position. The movement made Zeke grumble. “Alright. Clearly, you guys have some things to figure out. I’ll head out and let you do that. I need to get ready for work anyway.”

Knox pulled her back down and buried his face in her neck, nibbling her skin as his hand snaked up her shirt. “Stay,” he ordered, cupping her breast.

Drake watched as her nipples pushed against the shirt, sharpening at the attention, and he looked away, still angry and upset.

“I really shouldn’t,” she muttered, though she didn’t fight him very hard. “I was already out all night.”

“Then there’s no harm in staying for a bit longer,” Zeke said, trailing a hand up her thigh.

“For fuck’s sake,” Drake growled.

“No one is making you stay,” Knox told him with a smirk .

He should leave. He should, and he almost did, but when Amara’s legs parted wide for Zeke’s hand, he couldn’t help but be rooted to the spot. She moaned when his fingers brushed against her clit and arched her back when Knox sucked on her nipple through her shirt.

Zeke slipped a finger inside of her, and when he lifted his hand out from beneath the blanket, it was dripping wet. If his cock wasn’t already hard, it sure as shit was now. Zeke then went on to whisper something to her in Spanish before sticking them back in and beginning to finger her.

Drake was slammed with the scent of her arousal. It permeated the air around him, making it hard for him to think clearly. He was intrigued by how receptive she was to them when she had fought them on this for so long.

Once again, he tried to get himself to leave, but his body just wouldn’t move. He couldn’t even bring himself to look away from the scene beginning to play out in front of him. Instead, he was rooted to the spot, his wolf clawing to get free so that he could join.

Amara reached under the blankets on either side of her hips and she must have grabbed hold of their cocks because they both groaned. The sheets began to move as she worked her hands up and down their lengths.

He couldn’t help but fantasize that her hand was around his cock, stroking him, bringing him all sorts of pleasure, and before he knew it, his hand was squeezing his length through his shorts.

“Like what you see?” Knox asked him, lowering the blankets and grabbing her leg to spread them further, giving him a better view of Zeke’s fingers moving in and out of her tight little pussy.

Involuntarily, he groaned at the sight, stroking himself faster and harder through his shorts. The material was creating an odd sort of friction, but as he did so, he remembered the way it felt to be inside of her. Truly, it was all he ever thought about when he was alone.

“You don’t have to just stand there and watch, you know,” Zeke said as he kissed Amara’s shoulder. “She’s yours too.”

At Zeke’s words, Amara locked eyes with Drake. She bit her lip and held out one of her hands, silently beckoning him to her.

Powerless, he wet his bottom lip, and his feet began to move on their own. Before he knew it, he was on the bed, his head between her legs. Zeke pulled out his fingers and brought them to her mouth, allowing Drake the opportunity to run his tongue over her clit.

Her hips flew off the bed at the simple touch, and he reached over her hips to pin her down, grinning against her. She was so damn responsive, even to him, who had been nothing but an asshole to her.

Zeke and Knox continued to toy with her nipples, but they didn’t do much else. Drake knew that they were refraining for him, so he didn’t stop. Not that he could stop now even if he wanted to.

He flicked his tongue and swirled, all the while holding her down from writhing against the bed. When he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue gently, she came apart.

He groaned at the taste of her exploding on his tongue. She tasted so damn good. And he wasn’t even done yet. As his tongue flicked against her clit once more, her hips bucked again, and her hands flew to the back of his head, tugging on the roots of his hair. The sting felt good and fueled him to suck the tight bud back into his mouth. He was rewarded with her moaning his name, and damn it, it was completely sexy .

As she got closer and closer to the edge, her legs tightened around his head, but Zeke and Knox pulled them further apart, holding them wide open for him. She was well and truly strapped down, a victim of his assault.

“Take it, little bunny,” Knox demanded. “Let Drake make you scream.”

He continued to suck and flick and gently scrape his teeth. She was nearly falling apart. Her body quivered, a slight sweat shone against her skin, and the sounds rumbling up her throat made his cock so achingly hard.

Her breathing picked up pace, and he knew she was close once again, so he added two fingers and plunged them inside her. Seconds later, her walls were squeezing around them as she came. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.

Yanking off his shorts, he tossed them to the floor before literally tearing the shirt she was wearing off of her. Briefly, he hoped that Zeke wasn’t too attached to it.

He didn’t give her the chance to recover from the orgasm before thrusting into her hard. Her moans echoed off the walls around them, and her nails clawed at his biceps. As her warmth surrounded him, he groaned and slammed into her again and again, the whole bed moving with his thrusts.

“You gonna share, asshole?” Knox asked. “Or are you going to keep her to yourself?”

He grinned menacingly. “I’m thinking of keeping her to myself.”

“Roll the fuck over, prick,” Knox added with a chuckle.

He wrapped an arm around her back and flipped them over so that she was riding him. Her eyes were half-hooded, and they fully closed when he sank her onto him. Knox slid to the end of the bed and got on his knees behind Amara. Meanwhile, Zeke moved to kneel by Drake’s shoulders.

Without being prompted, Amara took Zeke’s cock into her mouth, and he hissed as she sucked him in deep. From where Drake was lying, he could see her throat bulge when she gagged.

Amara groaned, and Drake looked down, watching as Knox slid into her ass. The collective party moaned together, making goosebumps rise over Drake’s arms. She was so damn tight that he dug his fingers into her hips just to keep himself from exploding. And then Amara started moving, fucking them both while she sucked Zeke’s length.

“Good girl,” Drake said through clenched teeth. “You take us so well.”

She clenched around him at the praise, so he gripped her hips even tighter, trying like hell to hold off from cumming. Instead, he focused on helping her move, but it only worked for a second before the pleasure just became too much.

Knox slapped her ass. Zeke’s fingers tangled in her hair. And Drake’s mouth latched onto a nipple. He could practically feel her vibrate with need, and he encouraged her with more murmured praise against her breast.

Her hips moved faster, taking him deeper, impaling herself on both him and Knox. She was so close that he could practically feel her getting ready to explode.

Knox reached around and toyed with her clit. She nearly convulsed, and Zeke cursed in Spanish, now slamming into her mouth rough and fast, chasing his own orgasm.

Wanting to feel her cum around him, he nipped her nipple, and she fell apart. Her scream rippled around Zeke’s cock, and her entire body quaked between Drake and Knox, sending all three of them over the edge with her. They moaned until all of them were spent.

Knox pulled out and collapsed beside Drake while Zeke slowly released Amara’s head and slouched against the headboard. Instead of sliding off of him, Amara gathered herself onto his chest, her breathing fast and ragged.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and it was then he wondered to himself . . . What the hell did I just do?