SHARED BY THE PACK KINGS

CHAPTER 3: THE WEIGHT OF THE CLAIM

Ethan didn’t wait for her verbal answer. The helpless, breathless whimper that escaped Chloe’s lips was all the confirmation he needed.

With one fluid, deceptively effortless motion, Ethan slid his massive arms beneath her one behind her back and the other under her knees and lifted her straight off the velvet cushions. Chloe gasped, instinctively throwing her arms around his broad shoulders to steady herself. Pressing against him felt like holding onto solid granite, his sheer body heat instantly melting away the chill of her nerves.

"Julian," Ethan growled over his shoulder, his golden eyes locked on Chloe's flushed face as he began walking. "Open the doors."

Julian rose from the sofa with a slow, predatory grace, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he walked ahead of them. He threw open the heavy double doors leading into the master suite.

The room was vast, dominated by a massive, low profile Alpha bed covered in dark, impossibly soft silk sheets. The only light came from the city skyline bleeding through the glass walls, casting long, dramatic shadows across the room.

Ethan laid her down in the center of the mattress as if she were a fragile piece of glass, though there was nothing gentle about the way he pinned her legs down with the weight of his thighs a second later. He loomed over her, his chest heaving slightly as his scent—pure rain and dark masculinity—flooded her senses.

Julian stepped onto the platform of the bed, kneeling right beside her head. He reached down, his fingers sliding into her dark hair, gently anchoring her to the pillows.

"Your heart is racing, little bird," Julian whispered, his smoky eyes fixed on her trembling, parted lips. "Are you ready to find out exactly what you sold to us?"

"I... I am ready," Chloe choked out, her voice a fragile thread. The sheer anticipation was winding tight in her lower abdomen, an unbearable ache building between her thighs as she looked between the two dominant men controlling her space.

"Good," Julian murmured.

He leaned down and claimed her mouth. The kiss wasn't gentle it was a deep, possessive demand that stole the very air from her lungs. Chloe let out a soft cry against his lips, her body arching instinctively.

At the exact same moment, Ethan’s large, calloused hands slid up the hem of her silk robe, tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with a rough, deliberate friction that made her gasp into Julian's mouth. The contrast between Julian’s dominant, bruising kiss and Ethan’s burning, heavy touch down below sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity straight to Chloe’s core.

Ethan didn't make her wait. With a swift, impatient tug, he pulled the silk scrap of her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. He gripped her hips, tilting her pelvis up to meet him.

"Open for me, Chloe," Ethan growled against her jawline as Julian reluctantly broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he watched from just inches away.

With a slow, powerful thrust, Ethan drove himself all the way into her tight, unblemished warmth. Chloe’s eyes flew open, a sharp, ragged gasp tearing from her throat as her body stretched to accommodate his massive size. The sheer fullness of him filled her completely, sending a wave of white-hot, intense pressure through her veins.

"Look at me," Ethan commanded, his voice thick with a dark, predatory hunger as he began to move. He pulled back slowly, almost completely out, before plunging deep into her again, making her hips shake against the mattress.

Julian’s hand slid down, his thumb finding her sensitive bundle of nerves and applying a rhythmic, agonizingly perfect pressure that synchronized with Ethan’s heavy, driving thrusts. The dual assault was overwhelming. Chloe’s fingers dug into the silk sheets, her head tossing back as Julian caught her mouth again, drinking in her breathless, high pitched cries.

Ethan’s rhythm became faster, more urgent, his tattooed chest slick with sweat as he slammed against her hips, driving her higher and higher toward a shattering peak. Every deep plunge of his body felt like a brand, locking her into the contract, until finally, Chloe’s walls clamped tightly around him in a violent, blinding orgasm. Ethan let out a guttural, animalistic growl at her tightening pressure, delivering three more deep, desperate thrusts before spilling his heavy warmth inside her, sealing their very first night together in a pool of absolute surrender