Page 16 of Crowned By The Blood Alphas

“You felt something when you saw us,” Cassius says. “I saw it in your eyes.”

“You belong to us,” I say. “Just like we belong to you.”

She shifts in her chair as she whips her head from side to side, not sure who she should look at. “Is this a cruel joke?”

“We would not joke about mates,” I say.

Cassius just grins at her. “That tingling you’re feeling on your neck. Does it feel like it’s missing something?”

She slowly touches one side and then the other. “How did you know?”

“We knew as soon as we saw you,” Cassius says. “Just like you knew the moment you saw us.”

Her cheeks turn pink again. She’s never been more beautiful.

Vaela grabs her wine and drinks half the cup in one swallow.

“So, you’re saying…” she stammers, “that I’m going to be the queen? Here?”

“Our pack will love you,” I say.

“Pack?” she says, coughing in shock as she stares at me with wide, crazy eyes. “I’ll be the queen of a pack? Lovely.”

Cassius places his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his fists. “It may take some time, but soon you’ll understand.”

“Understand what? That you two are mad?”

“Understand that you’re home,” I say, taking her hand.

She looks at my giant hand resting on hers, swallowing it completely. Cassius takes her other hand and she looks at that one too, still in disbelief. But at least she doesn’t move them. She doesn’t pull away.

She’s feeling it. She must be.

She presses her thighs together beneath the table.

The sweet heady scent of her arousal fills the air. Cassius’ nostrils flare. My heart pounds. My cock throbs so hard that I grip the edge of my chair.

She wants us as much as we want her. I can almost taste her lust.

Cassius’ eyes darken as he drags them down her body. I can feel his wolf going crazy inside, just like mine is. The three of us are already connected, the bond curling around us, tightening with every look and every breath.

It’s torture not being able to act on it. To not clear the table with a swipe of an arm, throw her on top of it, tear off her clothes, and ravage her until she’s trembling with all the orgasms we’re going to mercilessly devastate her with.

Cassius releases her hand and refills her glass. I’d rather cut off my arm than let go of her, but I do as well.

Her hand is trembling as she takes a long sip of her wine.

“So,” she finally says. “How would this work?”

“Have you never seen farm animals in the springtime?” Cassius asks with a large grin.

She turns as red as her wine as she smacks his arm. “Not that. The bond. The mark. How does that work?”

“When you’re ready,” Cassius says softly, “it will happen. You can leave that to us.”

The words settle over the table.

“You’re sure of this?” she says, still not quite believing. Maybe if we bend her over the table and show her how hard she’s making us, she’ll understand. “Absolutely certain?”