Marked by the Alphas

Chapter 181: Chapter 181

Elara POV

Dinner is torture. Everyone is talking and continuing with their evening like normal, but me ... well, fuck. I am sitting here, with burning loins for a man my sister desires and I despise.

I cannot help myself; I keep on glancing at Mason. Every time I do, he smiles charmingly at me, and my arousal builds higher. And every time, Kane and Axel notice and look at me with concern, while guilt consumes me.

I need a pack doctor ... no, a shrink. Or a neurosurgeon. I do not know. All I know is this is not normal, and I need help. I cannot live my life like this. These conflicting emotions will drive me insane.

I want to cry by the time dinner is over. Restraining myself from jumping on Mason is more than I can tolerate. And I hate, hate, that my arousal is so overwhelming, and so strong, that I can barely control it. I am hanging on by a thread. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

“Dinner was delicious,” Kane says. “Thanks to all. Mason and I will clean the dishes.”

“Me?” Mason asks indignantly. “Why me? I helped with dinner.”

“Oh, please,” Gabriela rolls her eyes. “You only cut the onions.”

“Are you really going to be the lazy guy?” Axel chuckles.

“I don’t see you offering a hand,” Mason snaps.

“I don’t have to,” Axel smirks. “Because everyone knows I will and was going to anyway.”

“Mason, put the kids to bed,” I say, irritated. “My mates and I will clean up.”

“I was only teasing them,” Mason protests. “Of course, I’ll help. I always do.”

“No,” I say firmly. For the love of the goddess, I do not want to be in the same room as that man. “Spend time with your kids while you can.”

I hand Stella to Mother, grab two bowls from the table and storm towards the kitchen.

“Elara, is everything okay?” Mason asks, entering the kitchen with more bowls.

“I’m fine,” I snap, not looking at him.

“And if she’s not, we’re here,” Kane announces from the door, and I want to cry in relief. As long as my mates are around, they will stop whatever might happen between me and Mason. “You can leave, brother. Go play with your kids before you visit your friend.”

“I’m seeing Asher tomorrow,” Mason scoffs, turns around and leaves.

“Thank Goddess,” I sigh, falling into a chair and burying my face in my hands.

“Stop it,” Axel says softly, kneeling in front of me. “We can feel your guilt miles away. It’s not your fault. We’re not blaming you.”

“Are you honestly going to sit there and tell me you’re okay with this?” I shriek, taking turns to look at them.

“Obviously, we don’t like it,” Kane grunts.

“But it’s not your fault,” Axel adds. “And we’ll do everything and anything to help you through this.”

“I’m so ... so,” I stop talking, and exhale deeply. My mates are kind and sweet, and I cannot bring myself to admit out loud that I am horny as fuck for another man.

“Take her to our room, Axel,” Kane says softly. “I’ll clean up and keep an eye on Selena.”

Axel POV

I cannot get Elara into our room fast enough. I know what she needs, and I will scratch that itch with pleasure. I know her body aches for Mason, but her heart and mind still choose us. And that is what matters. So, I will take care of her needs before Mason finds an opening and steals her from us.

Even though I know Mason did not poison Elara tonight, I am still convinced he has something to do with these ‘episodes’ Elara is having. I have never heard of such a thing, and it is too much of a coincidence that this happens with Mason every time. Why does Elara not have these feelings towards me or Kane? For fuck’s sake, even Braden would be more acceptable than Mason.

I close the door behind us, and my lips find hers. I kiss her hungrily as I undress her. Once she is naked, I gently push her onto the bed.

I reach down and adjust my cock straining against my pants. Her eyes follow my hands, and her lids go droopy.

I kick off my shoes and lie beside her, pulling her on top of me. My mouth crashes against hers in a desperate, demanding kiss. She takes my shirt in her hands and rips it off in one quick tug, and within seconds, I am naked.

“Goddess, Elara, you’re beautiful,” I say, my eyes roaming over every inch of her soft, pale skin. The taut pink nipples, the lines of her waist, her hips ... I growl and throw myself on top of her, pressing my groin against hers.

She moans and bucks her hips up, pressing my throbbing cock against her mound.

“Not yet,” I tell her in a low rumbling growl, moving away from her.

I spread her legs all the way apart with my forearms. She gasps, and I lean over, running my tongue along her glistening lips in short, quick swipes. I raise my eyes to look at her, and they are fluttering open and closed, her chest heaving with pleasure already.

I lap and suck her clitoris, and her back arches involuntarily. She grabs my hair desperately, pulling my mouth back up to hers.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she begs.

I lovingly stroke her cheek as I settle between her legs and move my erection towards her entrance. I enter her with one thrust, and a cry of pleasure tumbles from her lips.

She throws her legs around my torso, bucking up her hips to meet my thrusts. I take her wrists in my hands, pinning her down as I move deeper and faster inside her.

A tangled knot of pleasure wove its way up from deep inside me, threatening to explode at any second.

“I love you, Elara,” I whisper in her ear. “And you’re ours.”

“Axel, I love you,” she breathes when she reaches her climax.

Seeing her becoming undone underneath me pushes me over the edge, and my whole body shakes as an earth-shattering orgasm tears through me. I let out a roar, and my cock surges, spilling my seed deep inside her.

Exhausted and fulfilled, I fall beside her, panting and grinning. I reach for her and pull her close to my chest. Her heart is beating rapidly, but she is much calmer than before.

“Don’t worry, Elara,” I whisper, kissing her head. “We’ll figure things out.”