All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

COLE.I forced myself to breathe deeply, feeling the warmth of his caress as he gently touched me until he could tell that I was becoming responsive. Adam reached for a lubricant from the pocket of his trousers. It was clear that he had thought about this for a while.Adam's large hands moved carefully over my body, engulfing me in the heat of his Alpha presence. Starting from my shoulders, he caressed me, removing all the stress that had accumulated within me, while at the same time caressing the length of my back with his fingers. Then he began kissing me with soft kisses, which traveled from my shoulders up to my neck.“You’re so responsive to my caresses,” Adam said, pressing his lips to my ear. “So sensitive.”Finally, he pushed me onto my back, placing himself between my legs. Then his eyes met mine as his hands began exploring my chest.Lowering his head, he brought one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, letting his tongue play with the small bud. It made me gasp, sparks

COLE.The sun flooded through the dining room window, mid-morning. My legs trembled, feeling the residual effects of what we had done. Adam had bathed and clothed me, and he didn't survive not wanting to take me again. My soft clothes concealed the hickey that he had left on my hips.Zane and Sora were waiting at the table, their plates full with breakfast food. Zane seemed tousled yet happy, while his hand was around Sora's chair as if protecting him from something dangerous. "Cole," Zane began neutrally. "You've been sleeping for long enough now. I was starting to wonder whether you would prefer to die with Adam in the afterlife."Blushing with shame, I tried to come up with something fast. "I was very tired."The sharp stare of Sora looking me up and down with an increased special attention to my neck. I covered it, but he had already seen it. Sora understood and smiled slightly."Morning, Adam." Sora greeted."Morning." Adam responded and helped me get seated, not letting go of

DAMIEN.My left hand raised, my fist knocking on Cole's door again, harder this time.“How long does he sleep?” I knocked again, the sound echoed down the hallway. The constant silence made my patience run thin. Cole was always the first one to be up, and now he was lazing around. “Cole!” I shouted. “Get up!”I kept knocking, increasing my hit with every second. I raised my hand to knock and it hovered in the air as the door swung open suddenly. “You took so long to get up. You might as well…” I froze, staring at the figure standing before me. It was Adam, his eyes focused, controlled anger flashing in his eyes. I furrowed my brows, and crossed my arms watching his face turn fierce. “Not today, Satan.”My shoulders moved then stopped as my gaze dropped downwards, and…he was shirtless.This was new. Adam had never been shirtless once in the room I was knocking. My brain rang alarm bells, then halted. A cluster of gibberish sound clouded every sense of reasoning and I guzzled my spi

DAMIEN. I had to get rid of him. Never had I experienced being this little next to someone. Zane was overbearing, but it was easier to handle him. All I did was rage-bait him enough, and I was in the clear. I walked ahead of Raymond, leading him through the East Wing. My steps were stiff and my shoulders tensed. Every step he took made the air feel heavier. I kept my words as short as possible. “This is the writing room,” I muttered. Perfect, for people like you to hang on to eternity. Instead, I pushed the heavy door, revealing the room. Bright sunlight poured into the room, touching the couches and old rugs. “It's nothing special.” My voice went even lower. “Like some people.” He smiled, and I continued, glad he didn't hear me. “We sit here sometimes and think of all the problems that might afflict us.” He detected the sarcasm and smiled even darker. He walked further in, his broad frame sizing up the place. His left hand ran along the back of the cream chair very slowly. “Y

DAMIEN.Raymond chuckled softly by my side. "He's fine. I bet he's worried about the tour he still owes me.”I quickly shot back, "I don't owe you anything. Cole handled that.”“I didn't,” Cole blurted. “Adam needed me to help with something.”Raymond didn't back down. “That settles it then. You do owe me a tour and that lovely argument we didn't finish. It was interesting to have someone with the same view on world business. I would love to hear more.”What was he talking about?Down below, his pinky traced along the inside of my leg, sliding upward until I had to hold tight to the chair's edge. He wasn’t touching too aggressively, not trying to force anything. It was enough to raise that slow-burning tension inside of me.My legs came together automatically, pinning his fingers against me for a split second. Still, he refused to remove them. The dinner felt endless. Each laugh seemed distant, muffled.Raymond acted like an ideal guest, charming, courteous, listening intently while o