Page 150 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He tosses the bloody knife on the unlucky book, and comes to me so close; I’m getting pushed against Atlas’s body.
I’m stuck between them like a sandwich, and Cain grabs my strawberry-blonde hair at the back of my head to tilt my head up. Atlas hand slips down my side.
“You like that?” Cain asks arrogantly while leaning his head down, his mint breath fans my face. “You like being squeezed between us? Do you want Atlas to take your ass from behind while I’m fucking your pussy like this?”
I’m stunned by his vulgar proposition, only made, I’m sure, to torture me more.
“We both know you would never share me,” I say with defiance.
“Because what? I’m a jealous, insecure prick?” He licks my cheek. “Let me show you how not jealous I can be.”
He starts lifting my dress, so I try to escape their hold, but Atlas is helping him keep me in place—probably on Cain’s mind-linked command—and I don’t have a chance with two huge rogue werewolves crushing me between them.
Not these two.
I can’t concentrate on healing my pulsating and actively bleeding shoulder, while I have to tug my dress down to not get exposed in the fucking library. My true mate’s presence doesn’t help at all, maybe because he is the one who stabbed me, or perhaps because I’m simply too distressed right now.
“Cain stop, please.”
They don’t stop. Cain yanks my dress very high, and grabs my waist in a bruising hold.
“Take off her underwear” He directs Atlas with an alpha command, and my eyes grow even wider. I feel another pair of hands on my hips.No no no no!
“No, wait, stop!” I try to break free desperately, feeling unknown fingers hooked under my panties.
I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all! I feel caged, humiliated, and almost as scared as when Rogue King attacked me.
I get flashbacks of that old monster’s hands on my fly when I squeeze my eyes shut for a second.
Cain takes a step back and nods at Atlas. He lets go of me too, and I move away from them and push my dress down.
“You sick fuck,” I draw the curse through my clenched teeth.
“If you want to play victim, maybe don’t get aroused next time,” Cain says in an arrogant tone.
My hands shoot up to my face. I can’t believe he just said that! I feel my nails elongating into claws, and I’m so frustrated that I almost rake them through my face.
“You marked me!” I scream, pointing a claw at Cain. “I’ll be fucking wet around you all the time, no matter what!”
I groan, and run away from him before he decides to berate me for even more ridiculous things.
I can’t believe he did all of that because I subconsciously think Atlas could be myhypotheticalsecond chance!
Speaking of the wolf. Atlas is catching up to me and I roll my eyes.
Of course.
He has to follow me everywhere, because Cain wants me to feel uncomfortable and scared of his jealousy.
Fuck him.
Part of me wants to mess with his plan and make him jealous on purpose, but I’m really not interested in anyone but Cain. Suddenly I shudder at the thought of even flirting with anyone but my true mate, maybe because he marked me and it messes with my head.
Or maybe because he’s my husband and I’m just a decent human being.
I put a polite smile on my face when we are nearing the dining hall, and I even let Cain kiss my cheek when he joins us a few minutes later—as if the library never happened.
But it did.
