Chapter 165: Reyes Marked My Inner Thighs (Slight R18)
I woke up completely naked in Hellen’s arms, the morning light filtering softly through the curtains. My whole body ached with a delicious, bone-deep soreness as I tried to sit up, but her strong arms caged me gently against her warm chest. She gazed down with a smug, satisfied smile, her honey-citrus scent wrapping around me like a protective blanket.
"You’re awake, princess," she murmured, her voice low and teasing, fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare back.
"Yes," I rasped, my throat raw from all the moans she’d drawn out of me last night. I couldn’t believe it—she’d marked me, her alpha bite still throbbing faintly on my neck. But I’d accepted my fate; three more alphas waited their turn to claim me fully.
"Your pussy hurts?" she asked, her smirk widening as she nuzzled my hair.
"Don’t be smug! It does hurt—a lot," I whined, shifting uncomfortably, feeling the tender ache between my thighs where she’d knotted me deep and thorough.
"Well, you better prepare yourself, because Reyes will be in soon after I leave. Don’t worry, I’ve cleaned you up properly—no mess for her to complain about." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I will die..." I groaned dramatically, but she just chuckled, pulling me closer. My breasts squashed soft against her chest as she captured my lips in a slow, lingering kiss—tender this time, full of possession.
"You are an dominant omega, princess."
"I wanted to stay with you like this," I whispered against her mouth, reluctant to let go.
"Soon, love. I will always stay together with you." She kissed my forehead, then slid out of bed with effortless grace, pulling on her robe. "Even though, I hate this... I have no other choice. Tell me, who is the best among all pf us."
The door clicked open just as she left, and Reyes stepped in, her cedar-steel scent hitting me like a grounding wave.
"Emily, you look divine," she whispered, her eyes darkening with hunger as she shut the door behind her. She was already shirtless, her toned body on full display—muscles honed from years of practice, but etched with scars that told stories of battles fought and won.
"I can’t take too much, okay? So, just a few rounds—please," I begged, my voice shaky, core clenching at the sight of her despite the soreness.
"Don’t worry, princess. After I finish with you, no one else comes in tonight. It’s all set for tomorrow—the rest will claim you tomorrow." Her words sent a shiver racing down my spine, equal parts fear and anticipation. What would happen to me, surrounded by all of them, fully theirs?
She kicked off her boots and unbuckled her pants, letting them drop. Her cock sprang free, thick and bulging, already straining with need.
But she paused, vulnerability flickering in her eyes as she glanced down at herself. "Emily... my scars aren’t... good-looking. My jaw and lip are scarred, my hands too. Does it bother you?"
I forced myself up forcefully, ignoring the protest of my aching muscles, and cupped her scarred jaw in my trembling hands. My emerald eyes locked on hers, fierce and unwavering.
"No, Reyes. You’re not ugly—not even close. Scars make you handsome. They make you you—strong, fierce, the alpha who protects me. I like them. I love every mark on your body."
"You do?" she breathed, her voice rough with surprise, pants twitching harder as her hands settled on my hips.
"Yes," I said firmly, leaning in to kiss the jagged scar on her lip, then trailing my fingers over the ones crisscrossing her knuckles. "They turn me on. Every one tells me how unbreakable you are. Now come here—show me how much you want your princess."
Her breath hitched, a growl rumbling deep in her chest. "Fuck, Emily... you’re gonna be the death of me." She eased me back onto the pillows, her scarred hands worshipping my skin as she loomed over me, ready to claim what was hers. "A few rounds? Try all night. I’ll make it hurt so good, you’ll beg for more tomorrow."
"But it’s morning!"
"Well, we will see about it."
Reyes’ lips quirked into a sly grin, her hand already wandering across my bare chest, tracing the swell of my soft breasts. "Morning? Then, morning, sleepyhead. You look like you got hit by a truck—in the best way possible."
Her voice was a husky drawl, teasing with that funny lilt that always caught me off guard, making my omega pulse quicken, slick already gathering between my thighs.
"Why are acting now?"
"Just like that~"
I shifted, feeling the sweet ache from last night in all the right places, my pussy clenching just from her proximity. "Yeah? And you look like you’re plotting world domination. Starting with me?" I shot back, my voice breathy from sleep and rising heat.
She laughed, a low, sexy chuckle that vibrated through the mattress. "Smart girl. But first, breakfast in bed. Or should I say, you for breakfast?" Her fingers trailed lower, brushing over my hips, dipping toward my core.
She nudged my thighs apart with her knee, exposing my glistening folds fully. My clit throbbed, slick dripping, but she bypassed it, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
"Time to leave my mark," she murmured, her breath warm against my neck. Leaning down, she nipped at the flesh there, her teeth sinking in with just enough pressure to sting. I hissed, my hips jerking up as the bite bloomed into a hot throb, pain twisting deliciously into pleasure, my omega scent flaring sweeter.
She held on for a beat longer, sucking lightly to deepen the imprint, then pulled back to inspect her work. A perfect set of teeth marks reddened the pale skin, claiming me visibly.
"There we go," she said, winking. "Now you’re branded. Can’t have you forgetting who owns this pretty body." Her tone was playful, like she was joking about a tattoo gone wrong, but the alpha command made my pussy clench, slick pooling.
Before I could respond, her fingers—two of them, slick from her mouth—pressed against my entrance. She circled my folds teasingly, watching my face with that predatory smile.
"Relax, baby. Or don’t. I like it when you fight a little." She pushed in slowly, the stretch burning sweetly as she worked her digits deeper into my soaked heat.
Her small breasts brushed against my thigh as she leaned in, her short hair tickling my skin.
I groaned, clenching around her instinctively, my omega instincts begging for more. "Reyes... fuck, that’s..."
"Intense? Yeah, I know." She pumped her fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. The wet slide of her hand filled the quiet room, her thumb occasionally pressing against my clit for extra pressure.
