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“Yes, we know about that,” Mikel said, demonstrating that he had an infuriating ability to know what was on her mind all the time. The man was a bond-whisperer. “Elijah and Oscar both heard you. You are nowhere near as subtle as you think you are.”

“I was invisible,” Kilian drawled lazily. “It doesn’t get any more subtle.”

“I wasn’t.” Theodore shrugged. “But I was, um, very … sick.”

“So was I,” Isobel claimed nervously, stopping before Mikel and holding out her hand for the drink.

She tried to make her voice confident and unbothered.

“Really sick and, uh, feeble. If those two snitches heard any sounds, they were the sick and feeble moans of two people on the verge of death. I can’t believe none of you came to check on us. ”

“Brat,” Kalen grumbled as Mikel released the glass into her hands, and she took a huge gulp, gasping as the burn of whiskey, lightened with a citrus twist, scalded a path down her throat.

She could pretend to be sassy until the sun rose, but it wasn’t going to hide the blush on her skin or the tremble in her hands. It was not easy to stand naked in a room of fully dressed men.

“You can start our movie now,” Elijah said, pointing to the projector.

Okay, that was easy. She could probably do that without embarrassing herself. She turned it on and then moved back to the desk where the laptop was waiting. It was already open to a streaming service, but no movies were loaded.

“What do you want to watch?” She lifted her head, jolting a little at the way all ten of them were staring at her, unmoving, unblinking.

Moses scoffed out a soft laugh. “What do we want to watch?” he repeated like it was a joke.

“Pick whatever,” Elijah said, his lips also twitching into half a smile. “I don’t think it’ll matter, Sigma.”

She typed “old war movie” into the search bar and clicked on the first option.

“There’s a marker on my desk.” Kalen spoke without looking away from the projection as the movie started. “Bring it over here.”

She picked up the black marker waiting beside his laptop and moved to his side, waiting for him to look at her.

“Put your drink on the desk and climb onto my lap, Isobel.”

She took another big gulp before setting the glass down. Everyone else was still watching her, and as soon as she straddled Kalen’s large thighs, her knees slipping to the back of the chair, his eyes flicked from the screen to her face. He held out his hand, and she placed the marker in his palm.

He gripped her breast without warning, leaning down to snarl against her mouth. “Did you let someone touch these, princess?”

Isobel shook her head on instinct, her voice dying in her throat. Her body was hot with anticipation and cold with fear, but it was a special type of fear. It fuelled the heat.

“I think Her Highness is lying,” Mikel mocked.

Kalen uncapped the marker with his teeth, spitting the top to the side.

He released her breast, leaving a red handprint, and then he dragged the wet marker over her pinked flesh, writing his own name, the letters curling around her nipple, which was so hard it hurt.

As soon as he was finished, he smacked her ass. “Get up.”

She did, and he spun her around fast enough to have her breath catching. He traced letters down the line of her spine, his breath misting her sensitive skin, one big hand digging into her hip to anchor her to the spot.

“What does it say?” she whispered, when he spun her again and pushed the marker into her hand.

“Princess,” he said, his smile a harsh line, his pupils expanding. “Better move along.” It sounded like a warning, so she quickly stepped away from him.

Mikel crooked a finger at her, and she moved to him, holding out the pen. “Do you w-want?—”

“Yes, pet,” he chuckled. “I want.” He snatched the pen from her fingers and dragged her between his legs, already claiming her other breast, the wet tickle of ink curling around her left nipple, forming his name.

He brushed the backs of his knuckles over her piercing, eyes darkening.

Already, they were flexing their self-control, and already, she was fantasising about breaking it.

She began to walk to Oscar before pausing, her eyes travelling the room.

A short laugh burst out of her chest. They had fought over where to sit.

If she followed the circle, they were in order of their Alpha rank.

Oscar flashed forward and dragged her face-first over his lap so that her laugh died on a yelp, his hand falling down hard on her ass cheek with a loud slap.

“What’s funny, rabbit?” He soothed over the sting with a lingering stroke.

“Nothing,” she croaked .

“You can call me Master tonight,” he decided out loud, though his tone was mocking.

“You can get fucked,” she grumbled back. Admittedly, a risky move with his hand still on her ass. But he didn’t punish her. He laughed darkly.

He was only teasing her . She breathed out a sigh of relief. These men were going to give her an anxiety disorder before the end of the night.

He hooked his fingers through the seams of her panties and tugged them up between her cheeks, pulling until the material put pressure on her clit, and her sigh broke off into a moan.

“That’s better,” he crooned roughly. “That’s how you should speak to me, Sigma. With those sounds that only we get to hear.”

He caressed her ass cheeks before demanding, “Pen.”

She held up the marker, and it slipped from her fingers as he claimed it, and of course, Oscar wrote his name across her ass.

Her legs wobbled when she tried to stand, but she didn’t wait for the summons to Kilian.

She fell straight into his lap, melting as he hooked her legs around his hips, shifting forward in his chair so that there was room for her to curl her feet behind his back.

He didn’t antagonise her. Not her soft Alpha.

He kissed her like she really was a princess, his tongue a worshipping caress, his hands gripping her ass and sliding her along his length.

She was so locked up in him that the lack of a snarky interruption didn’t even register until he was parting from her, both of them breathing roughly.

She could feel the energy whipping around the room, but she couldn’t feel it in her chest.

None of it was bad .

It was simply the flex of their power, the smoulder of their scents, suddenly rich and drugging, all merging together.

Kilian pressed her chest back until she was forced to grip his knees to stop from toppling off his lap, and then he wrote his name low on her belly, right above the waistband of her panties.

As soon as he was done, he lifted her and set her on her feet again, and she turned to Niko.

She stopped at his right leg, unsure how to proceed.

He reached for her, lifting her onto his lap, but there was the slightest tremble in his hands, like he was terrified of hurting her.

He took the pen from her, his eyes trailing down her neck, to her breasts, her piercing, her belly, and the stretch of her thighs across his crotch.

She felt the sudden pulse of him beneath her.

“Lean back,” he gritted, like he was bracing himself to touch her.

She tipped back and reached for his knees, like she had done with Kilian, yelping when he suddenly pulled at one of her legs, unfolding it from where it was tucked between his thigh and the edge of the chair.

He hooked it over the arm of the chair, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at her.

He wrote his four-letter name with excruciating slowness, the drag of the marker along her inner thigh making her entire body tremble.

As soon as he was done, he curled her leg back up and gripped the back of her neck, hauling her mouth up to his. But he didn’t kiss her.

“I want in,” he whispered against her mouth.

“In … what?” she asked. Like an idiot.

He laughed softly. “Well, to start with, the fucking boyfriend club.”

“There’s no club,” she whined, wriggling restlessly against that hard part of him that grew stiff as steel the second she said those words. In what?

“Let me in,” Niko demanded, still refusing to kiss her. “I promise I’ll go slow. I’ll be as saintly as Elijah. I won’t attack you again until you ask me to.”

“Is this you asking me out?” she breathed, elation filling her in a surprising burst of bubbling happiness.

She waited for the press of anger and jealousy against her back to ruin the moment, but it didn’t happen. Either her Alphas were embracing this madness, or they had that shit under lock and key.

“Are you accepting?” Niko demanded.

She wanted to laugh at his coarseness, but as soon as she nodded, he kissed her, and the laughter died away because Niko’s kiss was everything his words weren’t.

It was gentle and hesitant, pleading and tinged with something she couldn’t place until he had broken away, and she could see it in his eyes .

Awe .

She dropped into Cian’s lap with a stupid grin on her face, and he traced it with his fingers.

She looped her arms around his neck, already knowing exactly where the rest of his night was headed.

She kissed below his ear, enjoying the rough puff of his breath as she settled herself over his erection—already hard before she had even hit his lap.

“You want to be my boyfriend too?” she taunted softly.

“Try and deny me,” he snarked, palming her ass and dragging her against him until she was whimpering and searching for his mouth.

She wasn’t surprised when he tugged her panties to the side and shoved himself to the hilt inside her in one smooth motion.

She and Cian never lasted long with the foreplay.