Claimed by the Alphas: Part Five Read Free Page B

between wolves that were brave enough to approach him with their problems. Although she’d never caught him doing it, she knew that he must have watched her. As soon as she started yawning or her eyes began to droop, he would appear at her side, leading her away from the cavern and into his chamber.
    The only thing that had really frustrated her throughout the week was Caim’s stubbornness about doing anything besides actually sleeping with her. The evening after their first day of resting together, Mila had woken to Caim’s very large, very demanding erection, pressing against her backside. As it always did, her body had responded to his immediately, and they’d both been eager to slake their desire.
    When he had roughly grabbed her hips, preparing to position her for his entrance, Mila had cried out—not in pleasure. She had managed to alarm him into stopping, and despite her efforts to downplay the situation, he’d given her a thorough examination. Even in the low light, his keen eyes had been able to pick up the bruising and scratching that still covered her hips, remnants of the aggressive sex they’d shared during the thrall.
    In general, both alphas enjoyed marking her in one way or another. Caim would often suck on the delicate skin of her breasts, leaving rosy bruises in his wake. Although typically more reserved, Asch would frequently bite her neck when he came, sometimes even breaking skin. For whatever reason though, Caim was not happy about the bruising.
    “Are you in pain?” he had asked, looking thoroughly displeased. Mila had been displeased as well, though for a quite different reason.
    “No, I just wasn’t expecting it,” she’d said, tugging on his arm. “Just ignore it and keep going, please?”
    He had folded his arms across his chest and raised his chin. “We will wait until you are well to resume this.”
    That had been days ago, and she was well now. The scratches had healed and the bruises had almost completely faded. But Caim was still refusing to have sex with her. What was worse was that she was starting to think that he was denying her sex for fun .
    “ What makes you think that?” Rosie asked, wading over to lean against a rock.
    It was just before dawn, and Mila was confiding her suspicions to Rosie and Gem as they bathed in the river. ‘They’ meaning the two wolves, as Mila was not about to get anywhere near the freezing water until summertime. She took her baths inside now, though she still found herself following her friends outside to their nightly baths. Without much else to do, socializing had become her only real pastime.
    Mila looked around, making sure they were alone. Some evenings the other females came to the river to bathe as well, though they usually kept their distance. She often spoke candidly about the alphas with her friends, but it seemed weird to talk about their personal lives around the rest of the pack, especially in Caim’s case, as he went out of his way to distance himself from the other wolves.
    Confident that they were alone, she said, “ Well, for starters, he’s always breathing on the back of my neck.”
    Gem laughed. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
    “I dunno,” Mila said, fiddling with a stone on the riverbank. “It’s just one of those things that does it for me. He knows it, I know he does.”
    Every day when they went to sleep, Caim would tuck his head behind hers, angling it just right so that his hot breath teased the hairs on the nape of her neck.
    “He never used to sleep with his mouth open,” she continued. “And he’s always groping me in his ‘sleep’ and every night when he wakes up he has this way that he stretches that—” Mila stopped talking and glowered at Gem and Rosie, who were both laughing. After a moment, she joined them, unable to help herself.
    There were a lot of things that weighed more heavily on her than Caim’s antics, but she wasn’t ready to talk about them. Maybe if Brae hadn’t