Chapter 41 Just be a good girl

Chapter 41 Just be a good girl
Elsie’s pov

Lysca stepped back, still eyeing the maroon outfit in my hand with approval. “You’re definitely getting that one.”
“I figured,” I smoothed the fabric over my waist.
She skimmed through her phone and groaned under her breath. “Ah damn.”
“What is it?” I questioned as I turned toward her.
“I completely forgot something,” she revealed as she began typing. “I was supposed to meet someone. It slipped my mind.”
I folded my arms loosely. “Important enough to leave me here alone?”
She gave me an apologetic look. “You’ll survive. And honestly, you look like you may have a better time without me if whoever is hiding in here comes in to join you.”
I panicked but I held my expression in. With Lysca, you never really knew. She could be joking and I couldn't give myself away.
A small smile slipped through. “Maybe I am.”
She pointed at me. “See? That. That right there. I like that.”
I tilted my head. “You’re being theatrical again.”
“I’m being attentive princess,” she corrected. “Text me when you’re done, alright?”
“I will.”
She moved toward the door, pausing just briefly. “And Elsie?”
“Yeah?”
“Whatever’s going on with you… keep it.” Her smile softened. “It suits you.”
I nodded, sinking my fingers into my skin with anticipation.
She left and the door clicked shut.
I didn’t turn immediately. After all, I could already feel them with the change in the air and the weight of their presence no longer concealed. Their footsteps gave them away.
A hand slid around my waist and my gut burst with sensations that left me dazed. Before I could protest, a hand pulled me back against a solid chest.
“Finally,” Tristan murmured near my ear. His hoarse breath warmed up the skin.
I lifted my fingers instinctively to rest over his wrist. “You didn’t wait very long.”
“Long enough,” he muttered as he pulled taut his grip as though to prove a point.
I turned my head just enough to glance at him. “You were impatient.”
“I was listening to another man being discussed as he mattered to my mate,” he growled menacingly. “That tends to make one impatient.”
I faced forward again just as Tyler stepped in front of me so close that I had to tilt my chin up to meet his eyes. His gaze dropped briefly, taking in the outfit, then came back to my face with something heavier behind it.
“I didn’t like it,” he said.
I rested my hand lightly against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath my palm. “You don’t like a lot of things.”
“Not when it comes to you.”
There was no hesitation in his openness now. What was I to do with that?
I let my fingers slide just slightly against his shirt, rubbing slowly hoping it was enough to soothe him. “You shouldn't eavesdrop, you know.” I tried to joke.
“Hard not to,” Topher protested from my side.
Tristan’s hand shifted from my waist, sliding down my legs very sensually. “We don’t like the idea of you having options. We're enough!”
I let out a quiet moan. I tried to focus but his hand was too distracting. “You’re focusing on the wrong part of that conversation.”
Tyle’s hand traced down my chest to my right breast before pinching my nipple hard. I gasped, staring back at him incredulously. “What part should we focus on?” He asked seemingly unfazed by my reaction.
The part,” I said, my voice softer now but still holding, “where I said no.” I flushed red from embarrassment. Two can play at that game.
I sucked in a sharp breath as if to gather all my courage at once. I trailed my fingers down Tyler’s chest all the way to his member.
Tyler’s eyes grew dark and intent. His thumb pressed deeper into my areola before he began running circles on it. So I held onto his hard-on and rubbed against it..
The veins on his neck protruded. His jaw clenched as he grunted out, “Is this you trying to convince us?”
“Do you want me to stop?” The words came out in between pants as my heat slowly returned. Tristan’s hand enthusiastically found my little nub and he was rubbing at it painfully slow.
The warmth rushing through me was getting harder to ignore. They were punishing me and it was working.
Topher caressed my arm gently yet he kept quiet. Safe to assume he was upset too.
Annoyed, I took it out on Tyler. I tugged at the buckle of his pants and I heard him swallow. “You’re all acting like I did something wrong.”
Topher shook his head softly. “Not wrong.”
“Just…” Tyler’s voice dipped as his eyes landed on my hand, “…dangerous.”
I grabbed Tristan’s wrist with my other hand to stop him. “You keep saying that but you’re not listening.”
“Because it’s true,” Tristan said but he sounded more annoyed. Was it because of the matter or because I stopped him?
What was it with these boys? A couple of Alpha men pouting because their mate talked about a man she had no interest in?
“You don’t have to worry about anyone else,” I assured them. “If I wanted someone else… I wouldn’t be here.”
That landed.
I saw it in the way Tyler’s expression eased, in the way Tristan’s grip lost its edge, and in the quiet look Topher gave me.
“Then let go of my wrist, I want to show you what it means to be here,” Tristan spoke with a chilling bite that promised all my wildest desires would come true.
“W-what do you mean?” Before I could fully process the full extent of his words, I was spun around.
“Hey!” I protested but my clothes were already pulled off by Topher while Tyler swooped my hair to the side.
“Just be a good girl now, okay?” Tristan urged and I shuddered from anticipation.
Once I was fully naked, Tristan lifted me from my legs and led me to the couch. In sync, Tyler cleared up the clothes and threw them to the floor.
Topher took a seat and I was placed right between his legs, back to his chest.
“Now open up princess,” Tristan coaxed with his voice that had taken a more seductive tone and I gulped.
I opened my legs obediently. For once I didn’t want to push back against their challenge but I wanted to know how far they could take things if I let them. Right here in a private store on a couch.
“Good girl,” Topher mumbled in my ears before sinking his teeth into my shoulders.
I screamed out wincing in pain that blended into full intoxicating pleasure. It wasn’t a mark bite but something close. A wolf’s bite. I used to hear random women bragging about their latest lover’s bite marks that proved how sensual their nights had been.
It had one major effect. It tripled the sensations of the pleasure cause it triggered the mate’s heat immediately.
Instantly, my body tingled with excess pleasure.