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  Panic slammed into her and she howled. It wasn’t a noise she ever thought a human throat could make. Even with all her voice training, this wasn’t a melody that came natural to a human.

  While she howled, Baz came again, this time, all over her inner thighs. He roared for the pack and then he began licking her pussy, flicking and sucking wildly on her clit to get her to orgasm again.

  Valor was the first to storm into the room.

  Baz ignored him and was back between her thighs, tongue fucking the sanity out of her. Part of Tilly wanted to shove him off because it was too much too soon, and the other part of her was aching to grab his head and hold him there until he worked another orgasm out of her body.

  What the fuck is happening?

  Valor ripped Baz away. The two of them began fighting and Bishop was the next one to enter.

  What the hell was this?

  Tilly scrambled up until her back hit the headboard and Valor pinned Baz to the ground. “Get Drake. Now!”

  “What’s wrong with him?” She cried from the bed.

  Valor didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to wrestle with Sebastian on the ground.

  “Fuck!” someone yelled.

  Tilly turned to see Drake running in. He grabbed his twin by the armpits while Valor got his ankles. Baz fought and squirmed and tried to rip away from them, but it wasn’t happening.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Bishop did what the others wouldn’t. He cocked his fist back and punched Baz in the side of the head hard enough to knock him out.

  The sight awoke something terrible and rabid slumbering in Tilly. Her lips peeled back in a snarl and her voice dropped, “Do not harm him again, Hound.” She moved towards them. “Drop him. Now.”

  No one obeyed her. She wasn’t alpha here. It made her want to scream and lash out in the worst of ways.

  “Lower him down,” Valor said cautiously. “Turn him onto his belly so he can be restrained better.”

  When they turned Baz to his belly, they all gawked.

  “What… the fuck… is that?”

  Chapter 14

  Sebastian was certain he was being shredded from the inside out. Lying face down on the floor, he tried to get a grip but his logical thought process had shutdown. He just wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Blinking back the sting in his eyes, Baz tried to push up, only to be forced back down on the ground. His dick smashed into the carpet. The friction was enough to spur a new level of lust in his rotten soul and he gyrated against the rug.

  Fuck. Him.

  "What... the fuck... is that?" Bishop's tone said that whatever they were looking at freaked them out. Too bad Baz didn't have the capacity to keep his thoughts together. The only thing on his mind was marking his mate and keeping her close.

  "Tills," he barked. He tried to turn his head to find her little ankles. If he could just grab onto her, he'd be able to –

  "Fuuuuuck." Baz came without any assistance. Cum soaked the carpet and smeared all over his chest. "What the fuck is going on..." he trembled and tried to pull himself up again. When he felt a force push and hold him down, he freaked the fuck out. "Get off me! Don't hold me down!" Panic blew his eyes wide open.

  "Touch him again and I'll fucking rip your arms off. He can't be held like that."

  "Drake, ease up, Hound. We're only trying to help him. He could hurt her."

  "Fuck you. Fuck both of you. Sebastian's just –”

  "Just an animal with a serious problem right now."

  "ENOUGH!" Tilly roared.

  There were more barks and movement, but Baz only cared about the little painted toes. Tilly squatted down and swiped the hair from his eyes. "Baz, look at me."

  Ohhh he was looking alright. Right at the pussy that was staring at him. Why the hell would she squat naked into his face like that if not for him to tongue her into euphoria? His fists clenched tight and he growled aggressively.

  "She needs to get back!" Bishop yelled.

  No, no, no, don’t go! Baz wanted to crawl after her when she walked away. His body hurt and she was the only thing that could ease the pain. Whatever was wrong, that woman could make it right. Tills made everything about this pack right.

  "Drake, stay. Valor and Bishop, leave."

  "Not on your fucking life, mo leannan," Valor snapped.

  Bishop hovered over Sebastian with one boot on either side of his torso. Baz scented the air and could smell all the aggression and possessiveness that swirled in the air. It wasn't just the men, it was Tilly, too.

  "Just... give me this," Tilly argued. "Let me speak to the two of them on my own. Please, alpha. Do this, and I'll tell you everything."

  "Ye canna be alone with Sebastian. He's not in the right state of mind. And that—"

  "That," she cut him off, "can be addressed later."

  "Do ye ken what it is?"

  She grew quiet again. Baz tried to lift up to his hands and knees. When no one held him down, he sighed in relief. If he could just get his hands on her again, Baz knew he'd be fucking cured.

  His head swam. His gut clenched. The taste of her cum was still on his tongue and some of it had dried around his mouth. Fuck, he wanted to bury his face between her thighs and eat her alive.

  "He's unstable," Drake's voice was a balm to Baz's nerves, "but he won't hurt her."

  "How can ye be so sure?"

  "Because he's my brother. Baz wouldn't hurt her. I'll be here to make sure of it."

  "I doona like this."

  "You don’t have to like it. Just respect it. Give her a chance, alpha." Drake's voice moved around the room. Baz clung to it like a motherfucking life line. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on his twin.

  There was more movement and then the sound of a door shutting. Baz knew damn well his alpha and second in command were staying close. Good, he thought through the haze of lust rocking him. They needed to protect her at all costs. Even if it meant tying Baz up if he might do something harmful to her. Fuck, he hoped he didn’t.

  "Sebastian," Drake’s voice brought Baz out of his lust-filled fog. "Look at me, brother."

  Baz could only open his eyes a fraction. Anymore stung too damn much.

  "I won't hurt her," his voice sounded as desperate as his dick felt to have at her. "I just need to... fuck, bro, just let me touch her."

  Tilly’s painted toes came back into view. Baz reached out and grabbed her ankle. Such a dainty thing. Dancing legs. Long, strong, thick and creamy and... "Mmmm," Baz dragged his body up so he could place a kiss on the top of her foot. "Don’t let me take this too far, D."

  That was the last bit of reason to slip from his lips.

  Sebastian’s knees dug into the floor as he repositioned himself to be right at her honey hole. "Gotta mark her," his voice was muffled against her inner thigh.

  "She is marked, Hound."

  "Not by me. Not enough by me." Baz grabbed his cock again. Every stroke brought him one step closer to making Tilly his.

  "She's pack, Sebastian. She's yours. Mine. Ours."

  Baz only heard, "eirfuaif efjaiaeif feifarifue." This beast of his knew no languages other than body language. And he hated this part of himself with every fiber of his being.

  Drake's scent smothered Sebastian, reeling him in. Baz pulled his mouth away from Tilly's thigh and cried out. He needed to come. He needed her to come. He needed to come on her.

  Mark her. Mark her. Mark her.

  "I can't... stop... I gotta..." he grunted and barked and snarled. No part of him felt human. Everything spun out of his control. Tilly's scent slammed into him the same time Drake hoisted Baz’s sorry ass up off the floor.

  "I've got you, brother."

  "D—" Baz lost his head after that and howled from the darkest place in his soul.

  Frozen, Tilly gawked at Baz. Drake held him by the back of the neck. The twins were so close together, Drake standing slightly to the left of Sebastian, she thought she had double vision.

  "I can't... stop... I gotta
..." Baz grunted and barked like a wild animal. Sweat coated his skin. The smell of his arousal was thick in the air. It stirred her senses like a cocktail.

  Drake kept his grip tight. "I've got you, brother."

  "D-" Baz’s words were cut off by a howl that scared her.

  Tilly stood in shock. Baz continued to stroke his length. Everything in her wanted to touch him, but she was scared right now. This kind of mindless fuckery felt wrong. Hot, but wrong. Sebastian was out of control and she'd never seen him like this before. Not to mention what was on his back.

  Trying to grab a hold of anything that made sense, she looked at Drake. His eyes were pinned on hers while he held his brother by the back of his neck. Sorrow, pity, and angst swirled in his gaze, causing Tilly to lean towards him for comfort. The only thing keeping her away was the Hound caught in the middle. Drake and Tilly stared at each other for so long, she felt the floor sway and wobble.

  Drake’s eyes turned glassy as he continued to stare at Tilly while holding his twin back from her. Stay with me. Stay with us. Trust us. That’s what Drake’s eyes begged her do to. Stay. Trust. Everything between her and the twins felt raw and vulnerable. And Tilly fucking stayed because she wasn’t ever going to leave them. No matter what.

  Drake’s voice was deep and authoritative. "Sebastian."

  "Mmmph." Baz kept stroking his cock. His head lolled back against his brother.

  "Look at her, Hound. Know who you are with right now."

  Baz obeyed, his eyes opening to slits again. "I need her."

  "You need to find your fucking control." Drake's tone didn't waiver. "You want to come on her. Do it. Mark her. Cover her," he yanked his brother back a bit, "but you will fucking share her."

  Baz nodded, his body jerking as he came again. "Can't... stop. It hurts."

  "I know," Drake whispered.

  Tilly couldn't take her eyes off of Drake. It made her feel terrible that Baz needed her attention but Drake was taking it all.

  "Something’s wrong with m-m-me."

  Drake didn't reply to Baz. Instead, he kept his focus equally divided between the two. "We've got you, Hound. Whatever's wrong, we'll fix it."

  "Need... her." Baz convulsed again. "Touch her. Together, alright?

  Tilly could hear Drake's teeth grind from where she stood. Her heart hammered in her chest while she stood there naked and covered in... a lot.

  Oh god.

  Nudging Baz to step closer to her, Drake kept his gaze locked on Tilly while he growled in his twin's ear. "Touch her face." He jerked Baz by the neck and growled, "Nicely. You get rough with her, I'll get rough with you, understood?"

  Baz's Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out with a shaky hand and stroked Tilly's cheek.

  "Now kiss her like you love her."

  The air whooshed out of Tilly’s lungs. Her heart beat so fast she could feel it in her throat. With a whimper, Baz leaned in and, with his hand still on her cheek, he dipped down and kissed her mouth gently.

  "Good.” Drake purred, “Now show her what she means to you." If it was possible for Drake to look more tortured, this was the moment. He and Tilly continued to stare at each other while Sebastian kissed her again, this time with more fever. He wrapped his arms around her body and deepened the kiss.

  Tilly's eyes wanted to close, but she refused to allow them. Instead, they stayed locked on Drake.

  "Touch her sweetly," Drake ordered. "Like she's a bubble you don't want to burst."

  Baz's breathing slowed. He pressed light kisses to her neck and down her breasts.

  "Suck on her, gently, brother."

  Baz did as instructed. Tilly moaned at how hot Baz’s mouth was on her. He took one nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

  “Oh… God,” she didn’t think she’d be able to stand it much longer without touching him back.

  Drake didn't budge from his position, nor did he look away from her face. Didn't he want to watch what his brother was doing? Guess not. His gaze would. Not. Waiver. “Switch sides.”

  Baz moved to her other breast and he suckled.

  "Don't touch him yet," Drake growled when Tilly went to lace her fingers through Baz's hair. "Don't touch him at all, woman." With Drake's next command, Baz dropped to his knees and continued to worship every inch of her skin. Drake's eye contact never broke from hers when he commanded her next. "Touch yourself, Tilly."

  She obeyed immediately. Her body aching in a terrible way at this point. When Baz tried to lick her pussy, Drake pulled him back, “No,” and then he said to Tilly, "Sit on the edge of the bed. He can watch but not touch you."

  Tilly backed up, still staring at Drake, and when her legs hit the mattress, she sat down.

  "Spread your legs so we," Drake cleared his throat, "so Sebastian can see what's ours."

  She did as she was told. While Baz groaned, Drake only swallowed before growling in his twin’s ear, “I’m going to hold your arms, and you’re going to trust me. I am not going to hurt you.”

  Baz nodded.

  “Keep your eyes on her, Hound. Keep your head above water,” Drake pulled Baz’s arms and locked them behind his back. “Kneel, Sebastian.” Baz slammed to his knees with a half-whimper and Drake’s eyes darkened. “Smell her.”

  Baz’s nostrils flared.

  “Look how beautiful and precious she is, brother.”

  Baz swayed and Drake’s grip tightened on him. “Tilly, make yourself come for our boy here. Let him watch you.”

  Tilly took those orders and worked her body into a tight knot. She obeyed Drake’s commands as if he owned her. When he said “go faster,” she did.

  “Two fingers inside,” Drake commanded next. “Now fuck your sweet pussy like it’s our dick inside you. How bad do you want it, woman? How bad do you want us?”

  Her toes curled. She worked herself harder. Got wetter. Got hotter.

  “Rub your clit like it’s our tongue.” Drake’s tone was sensual and it drove her wild. “You wanna come don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Then let yourself go, woman. Detonate around your fingers and know your sweet pussy belongs to us. You’re fucking ours and no one else’s. Say it.”

  “I’m yours.”

  Baz growled.

  Drake barked, “Wrong!” His body shook while he held his twin back. “You’re ours. Say it.”

  “I’m yours. All of yours. I belong to this pack.”

  “Now come like a Hell Hound. Howl for your motherfucking pack, woman.”

  Drake’s demanding voice sent a heatwave that exploded inside her from the tip of her clit to the top of her head. Tilly’s orgasm took six more strokes of her fingers but when it arrived, it came with a rock concert’s worth of power. Her howl drowned out Baz’s and she saw stars. Her head swam. Her ears swished. Her body turned boneless… “Shit,” she groaned. “What the fuck was that?”

  “The power of… your pack,” Drake punched out through ragged breathes. They stared at each other for a long moment and finally Drake allowed his gaze to fall from her eyes so he could look at the rest of her body. She let him look too. Keeping her legs spread wide, she could only imagine the view from his angle.

  “It is our honor to pleasure our woman, not our right.” Drake’s eyes burned with satisfaction. “Do you agree, Sebastian?” he snatched Baz by the back of the neck and shook him. “Do. You. Agree.”

  “Yeah,” Baz panted.

  “Good. Feeling better now that you got that shit out of your system, brother?”

  “Mmmph,” Baz fell to his hands and knees still gasping for air once Drake let go of him. “Holy Hell, D.” Baz guzzled down more air. “What the hell was that?”

  “Pretty sure it’s got something to do with your back.”

  “My back?” Baz tried to look over his shoulder.

  “You’ve got wings, Hound.”

  Chapter 15

  “So I’m just going to start at the beginning and go from there. I’ll stop whe
n I stop, but I’m telling you right now Hounds, if you interrupt too much, I’ll shut the hell up for good.” Tilly dropped her ass on the sofa and scratched her forehead.

  Bishop had to pick his mouth up off the floor. Like crazy shit hadn’t just happened up in her bedroom, Tilly had rounded the pack up for a little sharing is caring session.

  “We need to address Sebastian’s back first, lass. Then we’ll hear your story.”

  “My story, alpha, might just give you some insight to his back.”

  That caught their attention. Valor was next to drop his ass into a seat. Drake remained standing, Baz paced. Bishop? Well, he took his post right by Tilly’s side. “We’re all ears, Sweetness.”

  She wasn’t wearing their clothing anymore, she was in a pair of sleeper pants and a tank with no bra. She smelled like sex. A lot of fucking sex. Bishop had to lean back so he didn’t get too riled up over it.

  Baz’s behavior upstairs had been extreme with her. Not unwarranted, but fucking over the top nonetheless. The last thing Bishop wanted to do was fall down the same goddamn rabbit hole. There was a reason he needed trigger words – a safe word. And Baz was going to have to learn to use it. Tilly was turning them all into raging lust beasts. Baz and Bishop were the last Hounds in the world who needed more encouragement in the bedroom department. This could actually get dangerous.

  “Look, I’m not sure what all I did during my Haunting last night, and I don’t even care anymore. My mom died when I was twelve and Viv was ten. My father, who was never around, had my mother locked up in a mental ward. Said he loved her, but loved us more and we weren’t safe with her. He also said she wasn’t safe with herself. All he saw was the costs of magic she gladly paid, and misinterpreted it for self-harm and a severe case of depression.”

  Tilly clasped her hands into her lap. “I’d been working spells with her since I was little, so when she left, I took up the curse breaking mission. I never told Vivian about it. If one of us was going to suffer, I’d rather it just been me and she could have a better childhood that didn’t involve the monsters in the dark.” Tilly deliberately looked at Drake when she’d said that. If anyone understood sacrifices for family, Drake sure as hell did.