64. LUCAS

I loved hearing Angel’s low moans, loved watching them touch her and kiss her. They were taking care of her, but not giving in to her pleas.

The sight of Angel stretched out on my desk would forever be branded into my brain. It was going to be hard to focus on work. My eyes trailed over her body, lingering on their marks.

Mason and Nate’s marks weren’t healed yet.

They stood out starkly against Angel’s pale skin.

I knew why they hadn’t healed yet.

It was strange that their beast wasn’t urging them to complete the bond. I frowned as I watched them.

Nate was slowly fucking Angel, his lips pressed to his mark while Mason fucked her mouth. They were used to sharing women while I had never had that luxury. I had found it strange that they didn’t fight over women, that they weren’t possessive of her.

Until Angel came and things changed.

I was okay sharing her with my brothers, but I would kill any other man who touched her.

Reaching down, I pulled the dagger from my boot and made my way over to them. Mason glanced up, eyes widening when he saw the dagger. Fear flashed through his eyes followed by confusion and then anger.

I stopped next to him and gripped his arm. Lifting it, I pressed the sharp blade to his wrist and slowly slid it across his skin. Not deep, but enough to draw blood.

Lowering the dagger, I guided his arm to her lips.

“Drink, little rabbit,” I rasped, eyes locking with Angel’s.

Her lips parted and her throat worked as she swallowed his blood. When the wound was healed, he pulled his arm away and blinked down at Angel in confusion.

Nate had stopped his movements to watch us. He looked just as confused as Mason.

I moved around the desk towards Nate. He slowly straightened, eyes locked with mine. My eyes darted over them. He wasn’t in the right position to offer her his wrist, and he seemed to realize it.

Slipping an arm under her waist, he pulled her up against him. I hesitated a moment and then pressed the tip of the dagger to the crook of his neck.

Blood instantly welled.

I didn’t have to tell Angel what to do this time. She instantly pressed her lips to the wound and started swallowing his blood.

Nate groaned, head tilting back and eyes fluttering closed. Both arms wrapped around her waist to hold her tight as he started moving again.

Material tore, and I took a step back just in time for his wings to rip free. Scales covered the skin of his arms for a few seconds before it disappeared.

I watched in amusement as my brother fought to keep his control.

It wasn’t the first time they fucked, so why was he struggling too hard to keep skin?

“Should we stop him?” Mason questioned close by. “He’s going to hurt her.”

“He won’t,” I told him.

But doubts started setting in when his fingernails grew and turned to claws.

Nate instantly let her go and gripped the table instead.

I watched in dismay as he scratched my desk.

Angel cried out, and Nate roared.

They both shook from the aftermath.

Walking over to the couches, I pulled the blanket off the back of one and placed it neatly on the couch. I grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge and placed it on the coffee table. When that was done, I walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains closed.

Nate carried Angel to the couch and carefully took a seat on the couch with her on his lap. He wrapped the blanket around her trembling body.

Angel declined his offer to drink some water and settled on licking the blood from his skin instead.

He muttered a curse, his body twitching.

She was either oblivious to his struggle to remain in control or she was testing his control to see how long it takes to snap because she started moving her hips.

Letting out a growl, he wrapped his wing around the and gave in.

For a moment jealousy hit me, but I instantly pushed it down. She belonged to all of us so there was no use for jealousy.

I sucked in a breath and instantly regretted it.

The scent of their desire hung thick in the air. I should probably open a window to air out the room, but the smell wasn’t that unpleasant.

With one last glance at them, I walked back over to my desk and bent to pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. I took a seat behind the desk and opened it.

I had to shift a few times in the chair to get more comfortable because of my erection. It wasn’t going to go down anytime soon, not for as long as Angel was in range and making those sounds.

Mason muttered a curse and sank down in the chair across from the desk. His eyes locked on them, and longing darkened his eyes.

“Lucky bastard,” he muttered under his breath.

“Jealous?” I questioned.

He turned to glare at me. “Don’t tell me that you’re not suffering from the worst case of blue balls right now? How can you be so calm and collected?”

“Who says I’m calm?” I blinked at him and allowed the beast to surface for a few seconds before I pushed him down. “You don’t think I want to storm over there and rip her out of his arms so I can bury my cock inside her and lock us together?”

Mason sighed. “Why does he always get to be the lucky one?”

“He’s the oldest.” I smirked at him when his eyes narrowed. “You want to start a fight and it’s not going to go over well with our mate. If you want to fight, go find someone else.”

“I don’t want to leave,” he said softly.

“Then I suggest you find something to keep you occupied while they strengthen their bond.”

Mason remained silent for a few minutes. “How do you know about the blood?” he questioned.

I slowly raised my head to look at him.

“Your beast never urged you to give her some of your blood?”

He frowned. “No.”

“It’s how the bond is created and how you strengthen it.” I ran a hand through my hair. “What were you doing when we were in school, and they talked about this stuff?”

“Didn’t think that they could teach me any more than I already knew about sex.”

My lips twitched, but I didn’t smile. “I suggest you start reading.” I nodded towards the bookshelf.

He muttered something under his breath but followed the order.