Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 242

 

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 242 – Chapter 242 Marabella POV

A cold draft swept across my a*s and woke me; the feeling was soothing, making me wonder why my a*s felt chaffed like someone took a meat tenderizer to it. I moved, stretching my body, which felt excessively heavy, and the rest of me was sweating under the heat when I realized why. A heavy arm was draped across my waist, and a leg pressed between my thighs.

My entire body jolted, coming alive to the tingling sensation that was rushing over my whole body. A shiver moves up my spine at the sensation. Warmth seeping into my chest and back, and every brush of their skin made mine feel like it was set alight with sparks. One of them moved their feet, touching mine before another limb was chucked over me, making it scorching hot as I find myself pressed between the two rigid bodies cocooning me in their intoxicating scents.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I gasped, sitting upright to find Jonah and Kyan, both with no shirts on beside me. What the f**k. I don’t think I had moved so quickly in my life like someone had shoved a hot p***r up my a*s; I leaped out of bed horrified only to hear a deep guttural groan, and Jonah was suddenly clutching his manhood through the blanket, cursing as I trod on him in my haste.

“What, what?” Jonah gasped, still clutching his manhood. Oh my g*d, what have I done?

 

I stood at the end of the bed, looking at the two men I found myself squashed between. Kyan rolls over, tugging the blanket up over his shoulder.

“Shut up, and why are you making that noise? You sound like a prepubescent boy? ” he complained with a low growl.

“She stood on my nuts. She broke them,” Jonah sputters and chokes out his voice, a high-pitched squeak.

“What?” Kyan jerked upright and stared at me while I stared back. Awkward!!

“You’re awake?” here, I thought that was obvious.

“I am now. She crushed on my junk,” Jonah cried before finally flopping back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling while caressing his b***s.

 

“No, Marabella is, fool,” Kyan says, slapping Jonah’s chest. Jonah also moved abruptly and was jolted back to reality as he sat upright. He blinks at me.

“Are you ok?” Jonah asked, reaching a hand out to me. I stared at it only to see the side of his hip, which was b**e.

No, no, no, I didn’t. Please tell me I didn’t, why couldn’t I remember, and why do I suddenly feel like throwing up?

The cold draft washes over me again, and n*****s harden, wait, why do I feel so cold? Kora stirs nervously, mumbling about broken sleep while I glanced down only for a shriek to leave my lips and my hands suddenly gripped the blanket, yanking it off the bed and covering my nakedness. I was naked. Why was I naked?

“We, um… did,” I felt light-headed, the room tilted as I started to hyperventilate, and I couldn’t look at either of them.

“Did, what?” Kyan asks, standing up and taking the sheet to keep his bottom half covered, which was also b**e. Why was he naked too? I look away only for my eyes to land on Jonah, who gave no f***s as he laid utterly naked on the bed.

“D**n, that had to have hurt,” Kora whistles in my head, and I can’t tear my eyes away from him and the massive appendage between his legs. He yawns before scrubbing a hand down his face and standing up. Completely unaware I was about to d*e from humiliation and the fact I had just tossed my virginity out the window.

“I don’t get it. Did he just walk on in, flop it out into some random man’s hand and say stick a needle in it?” Kora asked. She was far too curious as she stared out my eyes at the five piercings running up his shaft.

“Ah, the pain of the netherlips if we did that, let’s never do that,” Kora says with a shudder. Now she had that image stuck in my head, some greasy tattooist holding his junk in the palm of his hand; I shake that thought away.

“Ah, Marabella?” Kyan asks, and I forced my eyes away from Jonah’s c**k to meet Kyan’s eyes, he scratched the back of his neck, and my eyes trailed over his masculine body to where the sheet was clutched around his junk. Kora drooled in my head, and I chewed my lip, not knowing how to ask.

“Did… we…” I stuttered terribly; I didn’t even know how to ask.

“Did we what?” He asks, seeming confused. Jonah walks over to me, yawning, pecks my cheek before disappearing into the bathroom behind me.

“Are you ok? You look kind of pale,” Kyan asks. Pale I was d***g here with humiliation, they have seen me naked!

“Did we f**k?” I blurted out like a maniac. Kyan chuckles. “What?” my face heats; oh my gosh, we did.

“G*d must have been s**t because I don’t remember you s******g them,” Kora adds in. I cringe at her vulgar thoughts.

“Dude, can you put some pants on? I don’t want to see your mutilated d**k,” Kyan says when I feel heat press against my back as Jonah comes out of the bathroom.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jonah asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. Yet Kyan still didn’t answer. Though I could feel he was amused about something through the bond.

“What so funny?” Jonah asks him.

“Marabella is worried because we slept with her,” Kyan answers, and Jonah huffs behind me before he laughs.

“Oh my g*d, please tell me that was a joke; we didn’t, did we?”

“Yes, we did,” Kyan laughs, and my face falls; I was going to throw up. “Right beside you, in the bed,” He adds, making me confused, so we did, or we didn’t. I peeked at Jonah over my shoulder.

“You really think you wouldn’t be able to tell?” Jonah laughs.

“Last thing I remember is climbing that huge a*s staircase feeling like s**t,” I rub my temples. Why was I so confused.

“Yeah, you were drunk, puked all over me,” Kyan says.

“I wasn’t drunk, What are you talking about?”

“Lucas puts brandy in the cream, you were definitely drunk, you exorcist spewed all over me, and I had to shower you,”

“You showered me?”

“Well, I wasn’t leaving you like that; I sure as h**l wasn’t going to be sleeping in it,” He shudders.

“Then why are you naked?”

“Because you said you were hot and kept tugging our d**n clothes off while making us rub your butt,” Kyan laughed while my face heated.

“I what,”

“Hey, I am not complaining, though I think I have callouses from the excessive rubbing. Mrs. Palmer won’t be stroking anything this week, and the hard-on was a bit uncomfortable to sleep with, Jonah says, and I step away from him.

“I was wondering why my a*s feels rubbed raw,” I mumbled, my cheeks heating.

“Yeah, then you made me karate chop it, your very demanding while drunk,” Oh gosh, k**l me now.