Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 85 - 84: Yes princess...

Chapter 85: Chapter 84: Yes princess...
Athena’s breath caught again when Eryx’s forehead rested against her chest, his hands tightening at her waist like he needed her to stay anchored there. His body was trembling not just from pain, but something deeper, something wild and burning underneath his skin.
She could feel it.
His breathing warm against her through her shirt.
His chest rising too quickly beneath her palms.
The way his hands moved down, dugging lightly into her hips like he was fighting himself.
God...is this guy planning to murder her?
"Eryx..." she whispered, not even sure what she was asking.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he lifted his head. His heavy, unfocused gaze met hers. And God, there was something in his eyes that made her stomach drop, raw, desperate, aching.
His voice was a gravelly whisper.
"I can’t... think... when you’re this close."
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
He leaned in just a little more, enough that their foreheads brushed. His breath shook out of him, hot against her mouth without even touching her. Athena’s pulse pounded so hard she thought she might faint.
"Your scent...I don’t know..." he whispered, voice cracking as he inhaled her again. "It’s driving me insane."
Her heart flipped violently.
"I... I didn’t..."
"I know," he breathed. "I know you didn’t mean to. But... fuck, Athena... you feel so..."
He broke off with a low groan, his hands sliding up her back, rubbing, pressing, pulling her impossibly closer. She felt his fingers through her shirt, warm and trembling. His forehead pressed harder against hers, their noses brushing.
She gasped softly at the contact.
"Eryx... you’re hurt," she whispered, but her voice wasn’t steady. It shook. It cracked. It betrayed everything she didn’t want to feel.
"I don’t care," he murmured, breath fanning her lips. "I don’t care right now."
The kind of patience, self control it took him not to seal up her juicy lips with his. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He just want to be close to her. With her this close, he forgot about all the pain he’s having.
His thumb brushed her waist, drawing slow circles that made heat shoot up her spine. She swallowed, trying to breathe, trying to fight the way her body leaned into him like it had a mind of its own.
His eyes fell to her lips again.
Lingering. Burning. Wanting.
"Athena..." His voice was nothing but a rough whisper. "Look at me."
She did.
God help her...she did.
And the moment her eyes met his again, he exhaled shakily, like the sight of her had torn something open inside him.
"You’re shaking," he whispered.
"So are you," she breathed.
His lips curved, barely into one of the weakest, most devastating almost-smirks she had ever seen on a man who was bleeding.
"Maybe you should hold me tighter," he rasped. "See if that helps."
Cocky bastard.
Her breath hitched so violently she almost stopped inhaling altogether.
"Eryx..." she whispered, voice trembling.
He leaned his head into the crook of her neck again, his nose dragging slowly across her skin as if he couldn’t help it.
"You smell like warmth..." he murmured, voice cracking.
"Like comfort..." Another shaky inhale.
"And I’m going insane."
His lips brushed her throat, not a full kiss yet, but soft enough to make her spine arch without permission. Her fingers clenched the fabric at his shoulders as she tried to keep her breathing steady. And trying her possible best not to hurt him.
"Please..." he whispered, voice wrecked. "Just stay. Just for a moment. Don’t pull away."
A moment? Again?
Athena closed her eyes for a second, fighting every instinct inside her.
But God...
the heat of him, the way he held her like she was the only thing keeping him alive,
the way her name sounded on his lips...
She couldn’t move.
She didn’t want to. Not yet.
Looks like she also needed a moment.
And the moment he felt her stay, he exhaled a low, relieved sound and pressed closer, arms tightening around her like she belonged there.
Eryx’s breathing slowly began to settle, each exhale brushing against Athena’s throat, warm and heavy. His face stayed buried in the curve of her neck, and even when sleep finally tugged at him, his arms didn’t loosen. His grip stayed iron-tight on her waist, keeping her pressed against him as if letting go would kill him.
Athena swallowed hard.
She needed to move. She needed to call his friends. She needed to think. She needed air or she might end up doing something she would regret.
But gods... how was she supposed to think when a whole furnace of a man was draped over her, his weight pinning her in place?
She tried shifting her hips just a little. But she needed up pressing against something hard. So she decided to mind her business.
Eryx didn’t budge. He only breathed deeper, a soft rumble escaping his chest that vibrated against her ribs.
Her eyes drifted to his shoulder, the wound wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the gash was deep. Too deep. And for someone who was supposed to heal fast... all werewolves does heal fast right? why did the skin still look raw? Angry? Burning?
"Eryx...?" she whispered, her voice trembling with worry.
Before she could look back up, he moved.
His face dragged from her collarbone... up her neck... all the way to just beneath her ear. The movement was so sudden she let out a small whimper before she clamped her lips shut.
Her pulse stumbled.
And here she thought he had fallen asleep.
"Eryx...?" she whispered again.
No answer.
Only a slow inhale, deep and hungry, like he was breathing her straight into his bloodstream.
Her thoughts spun.
Why was he suddenly acting like this?
Okay... fine. Jealous? Yes. She already knew he was.
But this? This... obsession with her scent? This... licking her neck?
It terrified her.
Because it wasn’t playful flirting. It wasn’t teasing him teasing her. And to make things worse.
His tongue slid up the side of her neck.
Her breath broke. fingers dugging into his shoulders as entire body jerked helplessly.
"Eryx..." She moaned
He groaned...low, dark, deep in his chest, like the taste of her drove him insane, and the sound shot through her like electricity.
He pulled her impossibly closer, burying himself in her as if trying to fuse their bodies together.
"Eryx... stop... I need to call your friends, you need..."
But then his hand slipped under her shirt.
Her entire brain blanked.
His palm found the bare skin of her back, hot, rough, dragging upward slowly... tracing her spine... following every dip, every curve.
Her breath hitched so sharply it hurt.
She wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt.
And the moment his hand touched her bare skin...
she forgot every argument she had ready.
She forgot Oliver, her name and everything else that mattered.
She tilted her head without meaning to, exposing her throat to him, and he growled deep enough to vibrate against her collarbone. A sound that should never have been that sexy.
Her heart slammed painfully in her chest. Stomach flipped. Her legs shooked like jelly.
What the hell was she doing?
Why was she enjoying this? Why was her body reacting like this? Why did she want his mouth on her lips even more?
No. No, no, no.
Oliver wouldn’t like this. He would be destroyed.
And she...she wasn’t this girl.
She wasn’t the type to melt into another man’s arms, no matter how broken he looked or how beautiful he sounded saying her name.
She forced her hands up and grabbed Eryx’s face, lifting it from her neck.
"Eryx," she whispered, trembling. "Look at me."
He did.
And gods...his eyes didn’t even try to hide what he wanted.
They fell straight to her lips, darkening, burning, and her traitorous body reacted instantly heat shooting through her as if he touched her.
She held a straight face anyway. Barely.
He smiled. Weak. Exhausted. But somehow still beautiful enough to ruin someone.
"You need... to get treated," she breathed out, voice shaking.
He let out a soft, sarcastic huff...an approval and it almost made her smile.
Almost.
He shifted and before she understood what was happening, he stood up, taking her with him because she was still straddling him.
"Eryx..." she gasped, eyes wide. "Your han, your shoulder...your wound..."
"I’m fine," he muttered, lying terribly.
He wasn’t. He was sweating. Exhausted. His legs trembled slightly beneath her.
"Drop me," she said firmly.
To her shock, he grinned tiredly.
"Yes, princess."
And then gently, surprisingly gently,
he lowered her until her feet touched the ground.
The moment Athena slipped out of his arms entirely, Eryx’s entire body jerked.
He groaned low throwing his head back as his hand clamped over his wounded shoulder. His knees buckled, and for half a second she thought he was going to hit the floor.
"Eryx!" Athena rushed toward him, panic seizing her.
But he snapped out a breathless, "Wait...d-don’t..."