Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Evaline:

I lay there, trembling, every muscle in my body aching from the intensity of what they had put me through. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.

Someone finally freed my wrists, but they felt heavy, useless, like they belonged to someone else. The blindfold was gone too seconds later, but my eyes remained closed, refusing to meet theirs.

I could still feel them on me - warm hands smoothing over my belly, fingers ghosting over my hips, lips pressing kisses over the marks they had left on my skin. My body was humming with aftershocks, my thighs felt weak, and my core was still pulsing faintly from the last wave they had dragged me into. Yet I didn't give them a word. Not even a sigh in response.

I was mad.

Or at least I wanted to be.

They had pushed me, played me, left me confused, lost, floating in a sea where I couldn't tell whose touch belonged to whom. I had begged in ways I never thought I would, broken apart in their hands... and instead of giving me clarity, they drowned me in mystery.

So I stayed silent.

If they wanted my words, they would have to earn them.

The bed dipped as one of them moved, and then a warm, damp cloth brushed against my skin. I startled at the touch, my lashes fluttering open only for me to quickly avert my gaze, staring at the wall instead of at them. The cloth moved carefully over my chest, down my belly, between my thighs - gentle now, tender, so unlike the ruthless way they had claimed me just moments ago.

"You are still shaking, love" Draven murmured, his voice low and coaxing. "Don't hold it in, Eva. Let us take care of you."

I pressed my lips tighter, refusing to answer.

I felt him shifting closer before his arm slid beneath my shoulders and he pulled me against his chest. His familiar scent wrapped around me, and I was finally able to tell him apart from Oscar. He brushed his fingers through my hair, slow and unhurried, as if untangling the chaos they had left me in.

"Mad at us, hm?" he whispered against my temple. There was a smile in his tone. A knowing one. "I can feel it… you want to glare at us, don't you? But you can't even keep your eyes open."

I exhaled sharply through my nose, trying to push against his chest, but it was half-hearted at best. My strength was gone, and he knew it.

Oscar returned with a fresh cloth, this one warm instead of damp, and he pressed it against my inner thighs, cleaning me with patience. Every stroke was careful, reverent almost, like he was afraid I would break apart completely if he wasn't gentle enough.

"Easy, sweetheart," he murmured when my hips twitched from the sensitivity. "We have got you."

I wanted to tell him to stop calling me that, but the word wrapped itself around me, softening the edges of my anger.

When he finished, the cloth was taken away, and then I felt the brush of a blanket being pulled over me. Thick, soft, smelling faintly of lavender. Draven adjusted both of us, tucking the blanket around my shoulders, his hand smoothing down my arm as though sealing me inside the warmth.

"You are too quiet," he teased gently, his lips brushing my hairline. "Usually by now, you would have started arguing. Telling me exactly what you think of my punishment."

I turned my face into his chest, hiding my expression.

Maybe I wanted to argue. Maybe I wanted to scold them for pushing me that far when this was my first time with both of them together, for not letting me catch my breath, for making me fall apart so helplessly. But the truth was… I didn't regret it. Not the way they touched me, not the way they made me feel alive, even when my body ached and my heart burned with frustration.

I hated that they knew me too well. That they knew silence was never my weapon... it was my shield.

"Don't be mad, little mate," Oscar said, his voice softer now. He had settled on the other side of me, his fingers trailing over the barely there swell of my belly. He caressed it with such care that my chest squeezed. "You are everything to us. You know that, don't you?"

My throat tightened, but I didn't answer.

He pressed a kiss against my belly, right where our pup shifted faintly under his palm. "You have every right to be mad... but let me remind you, not once you asked us to stop."

That was right. I couldn't argue about that. I didn't ask them to stop because I didn't want them to stop.

Draven shifted his hold on me, pulling me even closer, until I had no choice but to melt against him. His hand slid up my back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "It's alright. We'll spoil you until you forgive us," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "Stroke that stubbornness away until you are soft again."

A tiny sound escaped me before I could hold it back - a half-groan, half-whimper of frustration. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against me.

"There it is," he said softly. "The sound I was waiting for."

I wanted to glare at him, but my eyelids were too heavy. My body was exhausted, sinking deeper into the mattress with each passing moment. Their warmth surrounded me, one pressed against my front, the other against my back, their bodies creating a cocoon I couldn't escape.

And maybe… I didn't want to.

Because for all my stubbornness, all my silence, the truth was that my heart was already melting under their touch.

The kisses to my temple, the hand in my hair, the tender strokes over my belly… it was too much. Too much to keep holding onto the anger when every inch of me was wrapped in their love.

"Sleep, mate," Draven whispered as he kissed my forehead.

Oscar moved closer, his bare chest pressed against my bare back. Then, I felt the soft brush of his lips on the back of my neck.

I let out a shaky breath, my resistance slipping away. My lashes fluttered closed, and this time, I didn't fight it.

The last thing I felt was their arms tightening around me, their breaths syncing with mine, their warmth seeping into my bones. And then, finally, I let go - falling asleep in the only place I couldn't pretend to be angry.

In their arms.