Chapter 46: Because My Balls Are Killing Me Right Now

He turned away from the window to face Sebastian.

"It will die down," he said with more certainty than he felt. "When we return her to her pack after the thirty days, our wolves will settle. The excitement will fade. This sexual torture will end."

Sebastian laughed. It was a harsh, desperate sound.

"You don’t actually believe that," Sebastian said. "I can see it in your face. You don’t believe that at all."

Before Nicholas could respond, the door opened again.

Lucian entered with the kind of controlled urgency that suggested he was barely holding himself together. His golden eyes were blazing. His entire body was vibrating with barely contained energy.

"She’s back," he said. The words came out rough. Raw. Like they’d been torn from his throat. "Marcus just brought her back. The car just pulled through the outer gates."

Nicholas felt something in his chest shift. Kael surged to the surface, demanding, hungry, desperate.

"How long until she gets here?" Lucian asked. He was practically vibrating with need. "How long until...."

Nicholas closed his eyes.

He reached out with his mind, extending the connection he shared with Mrs. Hallowell through the estate’s psychic link.

Bring her to my office. Now.

The response came back immediately: Yes, Alpha. Right away.

Nicholas opened his eyes and looked at his brothers.

"I already told Agnes to bring her to my office," he said. His voice was steady, but his cock was aching. His balls were tight. Every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring ready to snap. "She’ll be here soon."

Lucian made a sound that was half-groan, half-growl.

"Thank goodness," he said. He moved toward the chair beside Sebastian and dropped into it. His hand immediately went to his lap, and he didn’t bother hiding the fact that he was adjusting his painfully obvious arousal. "Because my balls are killing me right now. I need to release so bad that I’m not sure how much longer I can function as a human."

His golden eyes were blazing. His hand pressed against his erection like he could somehow will it to soften through force of will alone.

"Eight hours," Lucian said, his voice strained. "Eight fucking hours, and all I could think about was her. Even when I shifted, I could smell her scent on the wind somehow, and Zev went absolutely insane. When I was human again, all I could do was remember the way her pussy gripped my cock. The way she sounds when she’s taking all three of us. The way her body responds to pain and pleasure mixed together."

He leaned his head back against the chair.

"I need her," he said simply. "I don’t understand it. I don’t understand any of this. But I need her the way I need to breathe."

Sebastian made a sound of agreement from his chair.

Nicholas stood at the window and waited.

The inner gates were visible from here. He could see the car pulling up the drive. Could see it approaching the main entrance. Could see the moment it came to a stop.

Lilith was here.

His cock throbbed with anticipation.

Kael howled inside him again, not in pain, but in something that sounded almost like hunger.

And Nicholas stood there, trying to maintain control, trying to remember that she was a payment and nothing more, trying to pretend that the last eighteen hours of torture had been anything other than the most unbearable experience of his entire existence.

The office door was still closed.

Mrs. Hallowell would bring her any moment now.

And then what?

Nicholas turned away from the window.

He looked at his brothers, both of them sitting in chairs, both of them vibrating with the same sexual frustration that was eating him alive. Both of them looking like men on the edge of breaking.

"Control yourselves," he said quietly.

Sebastian laughed....a harsh, desperate sound.

"That’s rich coming from you," Sebastian said. "The man who’s been standing by the window for the past hour, staring at the gates like his entire existence depends on one small omega walking through the door."

Lucian’s golden eyes tracked to Nicholas.

"We can all feel it," Lucian said. His voice was raw. "We’re bonded through the fraternal tie. And right now, we’re all feeling the same thing. We’re all broken the same way. So don’t tell us to control ourselves when you’re barely controlling yourself."

Nicholas had no response to that.

Because his brother was right.

He wasn’t controlled.

He was barely holding on.

And somewhere in this estate, Lilith was making her way toward his office, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself from devouring her the moment she walked through the door.

***

The knock came at 1:47 PM.

"Come in," Nicholas said from behind his desk.

The door opened.

And Lilith walked inside.

She was still wearing the dark blue dress from her journey. Her hair was slightly tousled. There was a small smudge of dirt on her cheek, probably from the car ride, or from the road, or from a world that had decided she wasn’t worth keeping clean.

She didn’t notice the three brothers immediately.

It was only when she’d fully stepped inside the office that she saw them. Nicholas behind his desk, perfectly composed on the surface. Sebastian lounging in one of the leather chairs, one leg extended, his expression dark and predatory. Lucian standing by the window, golden eyes blazing, his entire body vibrating with contained energy.

She nearly turned to run.

But Nicholas’s voice stopped her before her feet could carry her back to the door.

"Close the door," he said quietly. "And lock it."

She turned. Closed the door. Locked it with shaking hands.

The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed in the suddenly silent office.

"You were late," Nicholas said. He was still seated, still composed, but there was something in his voice that made the air crackle. "The instruction was clear. Back by morning. It’s now 1:47 in the afternoon."