Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 13 Too Hot to Handle
His t*ouch sent a wave of electricity coursing up my spine. I swiftly turned around, catching sight of him winking at me before snatching the apple I had been culling and taking a bile from it.
Just as he moved away, Caspian materialized, reaching for the cabinet positioned above me. “Pardon me,” he murmured insincerely. As he feigned searching for a bowl, he leaned over me, causing my heart to skip a beat.
His abs made contact with my body, his chiseled chest briefly grazed my l*ips, and his d*ick gently caressed my thigh.
As he retreated. I swallowed hard, hastily fixing my hair to regain composure. “I wanted to ask you guys for my cellphone.” I managed to initiate a sensible conversation, observing their casual turns towards me, each one giving undivided attention.
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Caspian leaned against the counter where the stoves were, tapping his hands lightly behind him. His gaze fixed on me. Emre continued mixing the salad, never breaking eye contact. Wolvin rested his hands on the same counter as me, his head slightly tilted. In their subtle gestures and body language, they all managed to steal my breath away.
Bellamy sauntered over casually, placing his hand on the counter behind me, effectively enclosing me between his strong, muscular arms. In that moment, I wished I could have moved away and escaped this discomfort. He was undeniably handsome, but he also had a girlfriend. I still resented him for the things he had said about me and my father.
“Why do you need your phone?” Bellamy inquired, leisurely chewing the casserole he had taken a bite of before approaching me.
“I need to speak to Monique,” I replied without hesitation. His captivating eyes and broad shoulders held me captive.
“Hmm, she’s not available,” he shrugged, drawing his face closer this time.
“But I must speak to her,” I whispered awkwardly, obediently clutching my hands in front of me.
“Speak to me,” Bellamy countered. “You have your mates here. Why do you want to go talk to some seer?” He made it clear that he believed I was about to complain about them.
“It’s personal,” I said, clearing my throat before continuing.
“I love personal matters. Talk to me about it,” he murmured, his l*ips hovering near my ear, his husky voice making it difficult to maintain my composure.
“It’s private,” I mumbled, lying. I simply wanted my cellphone in my possession; otherwise, I would continue to feel trapped.
“Genevieve!” Bellamy stretched his neck, and when he opened his eyes again, they gleamed.
“There are no secrets between you and me. You can share everything with me—everything—and I’ll take care of it,” he whispered, his gaze now fixated on my cleavage.
“You see,” he paused, pressing his finger lightly against my neck, “I made a promise to your father to look after you.”
His complete attention was now fixated on my shirt.
He trailed his finger down, pulling my shirt down, causing it to slip lower and revealing more of my b*oobs. A gulp escaped me as I witnessed the intense pleasure evident in his eyes.
“But—” I whispered, my words faltering as he remained fixated on my cleavage.
“I must say—” he paused, drawing even closer until his l*ips brushed against my ear. “Your b*oobs look delicious. Would you mind if I take a bite?” His direct request elicited a gasp from my l*ips. However, he didn’t wait for my approval; instead, he leaned down towards my neck, inhaling the scent of my skin and trailing downward towards the rise of my b*reasts.
His l*ips t*ouched the soft, swollen b*oobs of mine, as he had already pulled the shirt down to expose them.
I observed as the others turned their attention towards us, with Emre and Caspian appearing ready to join our gathering. Meanwhile, Wolvin remained stationary, his gaze directed at the wall, deliberately avoiding our sight.
Bellamy encircled his arm around my back, drawing me closer to his chest, and pulling me away from the counter. Swiftly, Caspian positioned himself behind me, resting his hands on my waist.
With a tender t*ouch, Bellamy initiated a trail of gentle k*isses down my neck, causing me to arch my neck backward, my head finding a resting place on Caspian’s chest.
Emre stood beside us, his hands gliding up and down my arm before lightly brushing against my thigh. In a situation that called for a sensible response, I should have distanced myself from their advances. However, driven by my longing for their affection and the hope that they would treat me with kindness, I chose to remain and allowed myself to become the object of their desire.
Bellamy’s breath fanned over my b*oob before he parted his l*ips and sucked as much of the soft skin as he could.
“Ohhh!” I let out a depressing m*oan before shutting my mouth tightly.
Caspian dug his face into my neck from behind and licked a good piece of my skin before moving his l*ips to my ear to whisper something.
“This right here is where I’m going to mark you,” his utter sent shivers up my spine, especially when my mind was getting confused about which t*ouch to focus on.
Emre’s tight grasp around my thigh as he squeezed it, Bellamy sucking onto the same spot without breaking the t*ouch, and Caspian passing k*isses down my neck.
They had made me see stars in the daylight.
My senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of their t*ouch, and I reveled in the pleasure of being with multiple mates, discovering a newfound ecstasy. However, as I surrendered myself to the moment, a sudden, sharp sensation against my neck jolted me back to reality.
My eyes flew open, memories of Monique’s warnings flooding my mind.
I wasn’t supposed to be marked or lose my virginity before the full moon, and there was an order to follow. First, the markings were meant to come, and only then would I be ready to lose my virginity.
A gasp escaped my l*ips as I realized Caspian’s intention to sink his teeth into my skin.