The Four Beta Brothers
Chapter 154

JUNIPER

Nathan ran his fingers through my hair, tangling them as our tongues danced around each other. He pulled on my hair gently, tilting my head up to give him access to my neck. His tongue swiped over my neck, and a moan escaped my mouth. Heat filled my core with every touch, and the chilly air no longer bothered my body.

Nathan sat up, keeping me in his lap and making it easier for him to access my body. He pushed my cardigan off my shoulders, revealing the thin straps of my dress. He pushed those to the side, too, and his mouth found his mark. As his tongue swiped over the two crescent moons that belonged to him, my body shivered. My wolf purred, feeling the connection between Nathan and me grow.

I grabbed onto the back of his head as he continued to s**k and nip at the mark permanently left behind on my body. More moans filled the air, and my core ached for him to touch me everywhere. I shifted my hips, and when I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my aching core, I rolled them, grinding against him.

Nathan growled at the action, and he pulled away from my neck and looked at me with hungry eyes. He pulled me into a kiss, and his hand slipped down the front of the dress, cupping my aching b****t. He groaned when he discovered I wasn't wearing a bra-this dress worked better without the support of a bra, and I was grateful for making the choice to leave it off. I wanted as little clothing between us as possible.

His hand was firm against my chest, but kept his touch gentle. He ran the pad of his finger over my n****e, making it bud even more than the cold did. I arched into his touch, but when my mouth nearly pulled away from his as a result, he grabbed the back of my head, keeping my mouth prisoner.

Nathan's touch left me with mixed feelings. He was careful and gentle, as if he was afraid to hurt me. Yet, he didn't hesitate to pull me closer, almost as if he needed me, needed this, with every inch of his body and soul.

My body was on fire with anticipation, and the need for him to fill me drove me crazy. I grinded in his lap, only the thin material of my panties and his pants stopping me from getting what I really wanted. He moaned into my mouth, enjoying the friction just as much as me. The way he reacted to my touch made me burn even brighter. I loved knowing what I did to his body. I loved knowing I was the only one who ever made him feel like this.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. I didn't want any space between us. He slid his arm around my waist before he flipped me over and caged me in his strong arms. He rolled his hips against mine, increasing the friction between us. I felt like I was on the verge of going crazy.

"Nathan," I moaned as we broke the kiss to catch our breath.

He instantly paused, looking down at me and stroking a piece of my hair out of my face. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered, his eyes wide with fear.

"No. You did the opposite of that." I felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the air as I looked up at my mate. My entire body was flushed with desire, and the slickness between my legs was proof of my arousal.

"And you're sure you're okay?"

I smiled at his sweetness. It was drastically different from his brothers, and it only made the bond between us more special.

I took his hand and guided it between my legs. I inhaled as his fingers brushed against my core over my underwear.

"You can see for yourself just how okay I am," I whispered, releasing his hand to move on its own.

Nathan pushed the cotton aside, and his breathing quickened as he felt just how wet I was. I closed my eyes as his fingers moved through my folds, lingering on my swollen bud. He traced gentle circles around the bundle of nerves, and my body tightened, already ready to explode from the small gesture.

"Nathan," I moaned again as he dipped his finger into my entrance.

He paused again, and I rolled my hips, pushing his finger deeper inside.

"I want more," I quickly said before he worried he had hurt me again. "I want all of you."

I pulled him into a kiss. Our tongues danced around each other, and Nathan stopped holding back as much. He quickened his pace as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I was on the verge of losing my mind, but I didn't want to release just yet. I wanted him inside of me, chasing his own pleasure as I came.

I hooked my leg around his, flipping us over again. I pushed on his chest, encouraging him to lie flat on the ground. I reached over, scrambling for my purse.

Nathan narrowed his eyes, watching me closely. "What are you doing?"

I pulled out a condom from my purse and crawled back over to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I have learned to always be prepared." "You knew?"

"I hoped," I admitted.

I ran my hands down his chest, deciding it was best to keep on the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing. Despite the heat running through my veins, the air was still chilly with the depths of winter, and the idea of being completely naked on the roof was unappealing. My fingers found the button on Nathan's pants, and he helped me pull them off, revealing just how hard he already was. I shimmied out of my panties before ripping the condom open and slowly rolling onto his member. Nathan leaned his head back, closing his eyes as my hand ran over him.

I swung my leg over him, hovering just above his arousal. Leaning forward, I kissed him slowly, taking my time. I wanted the moment to be special. I didn't want it to be just a moment of hungry passion that ended just as fast as it started.

Nathan ran his hand up under my dress, squeezing my cheeks before moving to my hips. He slowly lowered me onto him, and I felt his excitement surge through our bond, matching my own. I sucked in a sharp breath as he filled me completely. He kept still below me, giving me time to adjust to his size, but I didn't need it.

I started moving my hips up and down, and after only a few times of doing that, Nathan started thrusting up into me, while pulling my hips down to meet his. I cried out at the intense sensation, and even though I was on top, I was no longer in control. Nathan thrusted harder and faster, showing me just what his body was capable of.

The pressure in my body built to an unimaginable level, and I tried to tell him I was close, but I couldn't even spill a single word as the powerful wave of pleasure struck my body. As my muscles contracted over and over again, Nathan groaned, slamming into me one final time.

Our bodies stilled, radiating heat from our little excursion. I collapsed on top of him, burying my head in the crook of his neck. His scent filled my nose, and his fingers stroked my back up and down slowly. The moment felt perfect, making me never want to move, knowing the future was uncertain.

CHARLES

I lay in my lumpy bed, unable to focus on anything else but the throbbing in my body. I didn't dare look at the reflective surface on the wall. I knew I looked like hell, and it was those damn brats' fault. I didn't think that luna had the guts it'd take to actually ******* someone. I had thought I had won when she rushed out of that room.

But then Ethan and that brat came back in, no mercy in either of their eyes. I tried to hold out, but after days of t*****e, I told them everything. Well, almost everything.

I took solace in that thought. And in knowing it wouldn't be long before I got my revenge. Elijah thought he was above us all. Even now that he no longer held the title, he had the audacity to take over my school and try to fix it. I wanted to teach him a lesson. Finding out one of my followers had attacked Elijah was the only solace I found in my pain, but it wasn't enough.

I wanted him to learn his lesson. I wanted to see him get knocked off that high horse, and he'd know he messed up. He'd die with my name still on his lips. If only I had a way to communicate with the remaining followers. If I could just do that, I could finally fulfill the burning need for revenge.

It was the only thing I had left. If I could somehow get word out, maybe I could at least kill Elijah. Part of me knew that was a hopeless dream. Even if I could escape, there weren't enough of us left to take over pack Validas anymore. The least I could do was one final act of revenge, but after giving up the information I had, my time to act was waning.

The door to the prison creaked open. My entire body tensed, terrified that luna had found out that I had omitted parts of the truth and was back for another round of torture. Footsteps echoed, growing closer, and I pulled the collar of my shirt away from my neck, making it easier to breathe. It didn't help much, especially when the footsteps stopped directly in front of me.

"I haven't fully healed yet. At least give me another day before you torture me again," I begged. I knew I sounded pathetic, but I hoped it'd get me enough sympathy to avoid more pain-not that there was any sympathy in that cold-hearted luna's face as she broke bone after bone.

"I didn't know you were into that kind of pain." The voice that echoed in the chamber wasn't the one I had expected, but it gave me chills all the same.

I snapped forward, ignoring the creaking in my bones. I glared at the hooded figure on the other side of the bars. "What are you doing here?"

She tilted her head to the side. I couldn't see her eyes under the shadow of the hood, but I felt her studying me.

"A shame you let yourself get caught. You look even more pathetic in those rags."

I started to clench my fists, but the sharp pain that followed forced me to keep my muscles relaxed. "I see you switched sides and are working with the werewolves you despise."

"And what makes you think that?"

"There's no way you could've gotten past their security."

Her chuckle chilled the air. "Have you forgotten who you're talking to?"

I paused. I wanted to say I knew exactly who I was talking to, but clearly there was much about the woman I didn't know, if she was standing here. Alive. "Why are you here?" I asked, deciding to change the subject. "You have information I need."

For the first time since being captured, I felt a spark of power. "I thought your kind knew everything."

"There is someone I need to find, and I've been searching with no luck. It appears that Anthony Burrell kept his existence a tight-locked secret. However, I have a feeling you know who I'm talking about."

I hesitated, trying to think of who she could possibly be talking about. "I'm going to need more information than that."

She clicked her tongue, quickly losing her patience. "I know Anthony Burrell was never faithful to his wife. I need to know the names and packs of his mistresses. All of them."

I swallowed, suddenly remembering the secret she was talking about. Anthony had told me once and made me swear my life to never tell another soul. He promised to take everything away from me and then gut me if anyone ever found out. He was no longer around to keep up his promise, and I smirked.

"And what will I get in return for this information?" I asked, feeling the familiar surge of power that I had missed.

"What do you want?"

"My freedom." There was no need to think twice about it. If I wanted to ensure, I got my revenge on Elijah and his son after all of the information I spilled.

She laughed. "Even if I freed you now, you'll just end up back in this cell, and next time your captors won't grant you the option of life."

A chill ran through my spine, knowing she was right. "That's if they capture me."

"They'll capture you."

I hated the woman standing before me. Out of all of the companions Anthony chose to work with, she had always given me the creeps. "Do we have a deal?"

She extended a claw and pressed it into the lock of the cell. It clicked a moment later, even though there was no logical reason she should've been able to do that. "Now tell me everything I need to know about how to find him."