Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 58 Their Eyes On My P*ussy
“But how did he manage to break free from these chains?” Wolvin anxiously surveyed the surroundings, frustrated with himself as he was the one responsible for securing Finch. A mix of worry and irritation surged through him at the thought of the creature escaping. They had set up a camera inside the cabin, which was connected to their phones to keep an eye on things. However, just before Finch disappeared, the camera appeared to have been knocked down.
“Look!” Caspian had been meticulously studying the footage all this time. Excitedly, he pointed at something on the screen and motioned for us to come closer. “Somebody came in through the window and knocked it over.”
His observation was accurate, as the movement was indeed captured from the side where the window was situated.
“I can’t believe this,” Wolvin sighed in defeat, his frustration causing him to clench his fists and strike the wooden boxes nearby. The sense of failure weighed heavily on him, and his confidence in his own abilities and creativity was now being questioned.
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I couldn’t fully comprehend the emotions he was experiencing, but it was evident that Wolvin felt devastated by the situation. His determination to capture Finch was unwavering, but he was clearly troubled by the fact that this creature had outsmarted him and managed to escape.
“And your father is calling again,”
Caspian muttered with an eye roll, but he stopped when he noticed my gaze fixed on him. In that fleeting moment, it felt like we were truly a team, where honesty and genuine emotions prevailed.
“Ugh!” Emre added, unable to contain a frustrated sigh.
“Okay, thank you,” Caspian responded before ending the call.
“He wants us to join them for yet another dinner. I fail to comprehend the purpose of these gatherings if he won’t introduce us to anyone or if we gain nothing from these meetings,” Wolvin grumbled. He seemed to have belatedly realized that, like the others, he had also been revealing his genuine feelings in front of me, and he couldn’t help but chide himself for it.
“What is it that you all truly desire?” I felt worn out from their constant secrecy, so this time, I confronted them directly. Perhaps the chaotic events of today had made them see that I could be trusted.
“Access to the royal lockers,” Caspian replied nonchalantly.
“Someone needs to inform Bellamy,”
Emre swiftly changed the subject, clearly not eager to meet with him again. It was evident that both Emre and Caspian had no desire to encounter Bellamy, especially since his girlfriend had falsely accused them of something terrible—an event to which I was a witness, and it never actually occurred.
“You two take care of her; I will go find him,” Wolvin declared, feeling relieved that he wasn’t the one accused of t*ouching Ariel. Bellamy had already left with Ariel and had even turned off his phone, which added to the urgency of the situation.
I couldn’t help but be surprised at Bellamy’s intense anger over someone supposedly hurting Ariel. He hadn’t even considered my side of the story when I explained that she had come to attack me. It never occurred to him to question her motives or why she hadn’t contacted him directly if she needed to find him.
Feeling disheartened, I slumped down on a box to catch my breath. However, my mood sank further when I noticed Caspian standing near the spot where I had previously lured Finch.
Predictably, Caspian was up to his usual antics, trying to provoke me. “Did you wet the floor?” he taunted, deliberately spilling some water and making it appear as if I were responsible.
With a roll of my eyes, I could easily see through his petty attempt to aggravate me once more.
“Grow up,” I retorted, not wanting to engage in a conversation with Caspian about the incident any further.
“Come on. Cheer up! We took care of her, didn’t we? And if she ever comes after you again, we’ll handle it once more,” Caspian said, putting down the water bottle and coming closer to me. He leaned over, resting his h*ands on the sides of the box I was sitting on.
“That’s your job,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at his attempt to comfort me.
“No, it’s not just that. If it were only about the job, we would have just thrown her out without causing any harm,” he whispered, getting close to my face. I turned my h*ead to the side and noticed Emre looking at us disapprovingly.
I was torn between appreciating their protective instincts and feeling uncomfortable with Caspian’s proximity. The line between their professional responsibilities and personal boundaries seemed blurred at times, making me unsure of how to respond to their actions. Emre’s expression only added to my unease, as I sensed he might not entirely agree with Caspian’s approach.
“Stop bothering her,” Emre spoke up firmly as our eyes met.
“I’m not bothering her. I just want her to understand that she’s special,” Caspian retorted, his smirk suggesting a certain audacity. His gaze wandered from my eyes to my l*ips, and then to my n*eck. I instinctively felt conscious of the dress I was still wearing underneath the large white coat.
“Why don’t you demonstrate what you showed to that insignificant person?” Caspian’s tone lacked any mockery; instead, his face displayed a demand for attention.
My muscles tensed, and unconsciously, I drew my l*egs closer, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Caspian seemed to read my body language effortlessly.
“Don’t think that you can deceive me with that expression. I know that my words are reaching your heart,” he whispered, reaching for my coat and pulling me closer while unbuttoning it.
My heart raced as I found myself caught in an unexpected situation. “It really doesn’t,” I lied and tried to slap his h*ands away. Emre saw it and steadily made his way toward us. The way he was watching me through his eyebrows, I realized he was slowly turning on with my little resistance that was only for show.
“Really? Then part these l*egs and show me your p*ussy. Show it to me that you are not h*orny right now,” Caspian’s demand made my throat go dry.
My breaths were instantly accelerated as I found Emre standing too close beside me. I was on a higher box, so I was matching their levels now.
“Here, let me tell you our truth,” Caspian then held my h*and and placed it on Emre’s p*ants. I was so shocked that I jumped, but I noticed he didn’t remove my h*ands.
“See! He is h*ard for you,” Caspian uttered, gulping as he slowly removed my h*and and placed it on his own p*ants. My skin seemed to have come into direct contact with his d*ick from over the fabric, which had grown a lot in his p*ants.
“I am turned on, too. Now let’s see how wet you are,” he then pulled to the side so that he could let Emre adjust in the frame.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched them hold each l*eg and pull them apart.
“You two are being ridiculous. I am not we—t for you,” I began to talk so that it didn’t seem like I was too into it.
But my bad, when they said they wanted to see, they were talking about a detailed inspection of my p*ussy.