CHAPTER 5
1217 Words
Aurelia's POV
By the time Leon's apartment door swung open, my head was spinning and my lips were tingling. The world tilted just slightly to the left, and every step I took felt like I was floating—but my instincts were sharp.
And they screamed the moment I saw them.
All seven Kane brothers.
Again.
Seated across a low-lit lounge area—whiskey glasses in hand, shirts half-undone, eyes glittering under dim gold lights like wolves watching prey walk right into the den.
The scent of whiskey and dominance clung to the air, thick and heady. I staggered in behind Leon, trying to piece together what the hell was happening.
"She followed you home?" Jaxon asked, amusement curling in his voice.
"More like I dragged her," Leon muttered, shutting the door behind us. "Sasha set her up."
Drake's eyes locked on me, his smirk slow and wicked. "Looks like our little cupcake melted in the fire."
"I am not a cupcake," I slurred, lifting my chin as I tried to take a step back.
And immediately bumped into something solid.
A warm chest.
Caesar.
He'd moved behind me without a sound. His breath grazed the back of my neck.
"You sure about that, little princess?" he murmured low, dark. "Because you look good enough to eat."
I turned to face him, heart thudding, lips parted—and he was already moving closer, a half step that had me instinctively backing away again.
Only to find myself boxed in.
The other brothers stood around me now, casual in posture, predatory in energy. Maddox's eyes trailed down my body like he was already undressing me with his mind. Zane raised an eyebrow, swirling the drink in his hand. Galen's grin was purely devilish.
"I want to leave," I whispered.
Caesar tilted his head. "Then why are your cheeks flushed?" He dragged a finger down my jaw, and I shivered. "Why is your heartbeat racing like you want to be caught?"
"Because I'm drunk."
"And turned on," Drake added smoothly from my right.
I flinched. "I am not—"
But the words fell apart when Caesar's hand slid around my waist, tugging me forward, until I collided with his chest.
"You're burning up," he whispered against my ear. "Your body's answering us, little omega."
My knees wobbled. The sensation of being surrounded by them—all that raw intensity focused solely on me—sent liquid fire through my veins. A part of me wanted to run, but a stronger, more primal part wanted to surrender.
He leaned in, lips hovering just above mine. "These lips..." His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. "They look absolutely delicious."
And then he kissed me.
Not soft.
Not sweet.
It was a claiming and the hottest thing I could ever feel.
His tongue slipped against mine, teasing, devouring. My knees buckled. A hand slid down my back—Drake's. His fingers splayed over the small of my spine as he pressed into me from behind.
"She tastes like moonlight," Caesar growled.
I was panting when he pulled back, my lips swollen, my mind spinning.
"Don't—" I gasped, unsure if I meant don't stop... or don't tease me.
"Touch her," Caesar said, voice like thunder wrapped in silk.
And they did.
Galen's hand lifted my hair from my neck, fingers grazing my throat as he leaned in, his breath tickling my skin.
"Sensitive here," he murmured, kissing just below my ear. "Your scent is intoxicating."
Jaxon slid around to the front, his knuckles brushing under the hem of my top. "Lift your arms, cupcake."
I obeyed—too dazed to fight—and the fabric whispered over my skin as he pulled my shirt off. Cool air hit my body... followed by their warmth.
Maddox pressed soft kisses along my collarbone.
Zane's fingers brushed the sides of my ribcage, slow, teasing strokes that made me bite back a whimper.
Leon—quiet, always watching—reached out, running one thumb down the curve of my hip.
"She's shaking," he said.
"She's burning," Caesar corrected, his hand still firm on my waist. "Are you ready for this?"
I nodded my head as if I was waiting for this moment in my entire life.
Drake hooked his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and paused.
"Tell us to stop," he said.
But I didn't.
I couldn't ask him to stop. God, the wetness I feel in between by thighs, its burning me.
Because deep inside, something primal was unfurling. My omega instincts weren't cowering anymore—they were purring.
My breathing came in short, desperate gasps. My skin felt hypersensitive, like every cell was reaching for their touch. I should have been embarrassed by how obviously my body was responding, but shame had dissolved into pure sensation.
I looked up, defiant and aching. "Don't call me kitten."
Jaxon grinned. "No?"
My eyes locked with Caesar's as I said it.
"You'll call me Madam."
A pause.
Then the slowest, deepest growl echoed through the room.
Maddox was the first to move. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his lips brushing the skin just above my waistband. His fingers worked the button open—slow, like he wanted to feel every tremble of my thighs.
"You sure?" he asked, voice husky, eyes lifting to mine.
"Yes," I breathed, the word more air than sound.
My jeans slid down my legs, pooled at my ankles. Someone behind me—Drake again—ran his hand along my thigh, his palm firm, fingers possessive.
"Look at her," Galen murmured, cupping my chin. "Look how eager she is."
Caesar stepped in front of me, grabbing the back of my neck as he kissed me again. His other hand slid up my torso, teasing the edge of my bra, his knuckles brushing the curve of my breast.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked up, lips parted, voice breathless.
“Have me,” I whispered, “as much as you can tonight.”
Drake’s lips quirked, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. “Careful, cupcake.”
“She’s not a cupcake,” Jaxon added with a growl, tilting my chin toward him. “She’s a damn sundae. And I want the first taste.”
“Oh, I’m definitely starting at the top,” Galen muttered from behind me, his hands dragging up the backs of my thighs. “Whipped cream and all.”
“Ice cream melts if you don’t eat it fast,” Maddox said, lips brushing my navel. “Guess we’ll just have to devour her… before she drips.”
I gasped as Zane pressed his mouth to my neck, teeth grazing the skin. “I want the cherry. Hope you don’t mind if I bite.”
Leon’s voice was softer, but darker. “And I like my dessert slow… licking up every. single. drop.”
Then Caesar grabbed my face and kissed me again. Deep, possessive, tongue sweeping into my mouth like he owned it. When he pulled back, his eyes were molten.
“You said we could have you tonight?” His voice was a dangerous promise.
“Sweetheart, we’re going to make you scream louder than an ice cream truck in summer.”
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