My heart is in my throat as I duck walk to the very edge of my hiding spot and peer around the barrels. Darkness is all I see save the light spilling through the office. The door is propped open. I frown, rising and glancing around again.
They’re not here.
Did something happen?
Slowly, I step out from my hiding space, looking around to make sure they’re not going to jump out at me, and make my way toward the door. Maybe they gave up. A smirk cuts across my face. It’s nice to know I still got it.
My delusions of grandeur are cut short.
A neon mask flickers behind the door right as it’s shoved closed.
Aw, fuck me.
Before I can turn to run, a leather gloved hand covers my mouth and an arm snakes around my stomach, yanking me against a hard body. Not as thick as Maddox, not as big as Killian. Ezra.
“I can feel your heart pounding,” he purrs, smoothing his palm down my stomach to cup my cunt. “Are you wet for us, baby?”
I arch into his touch and murmuryesagainst his palm.
He chuckles, grinding his palm against me. “Good girl.” And then he releases me, pushes me. “Run.”
“But you caught me.”
“They haven’t.” He nudges me forward again. “Run.”
“I—”
“Run!” Kill barks.
My heart leaps out of my chest and my legs are moving, my body desperate to obey. I release a laugh and pump my arms and legs faster as heavy footsteps charge after me. I make it all of twenty feet before I’m caught around the middle, arms and legs propelling forward as my body is pulled back, slotting against the hard planes of Kill’s body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he teases, sliding his hand into my shorts and circling my clit with two fingers. “Mmm, baby, you smell so good.”
“Are you going to fuck me?”
His laugh caresses down my spine, a dark and seductive sound. “Not yet.”
I whine as his hand slides out of my shorts and he pulls back. He swats my ass. “Run.”
This time, his bark is soft, but the command propels my body forward. Growling in annoyance, I run again, racing away from Maddox, but for such a big guy, he’s fast. He catches me andbends me over a stack of crates, grinding his girth against my ass as one of his hands makes its way into my shorts.
Two thick fingers sink inside of me.
Air hisses between my teeth. “Maddox, will you?—”
“No.” He pumps in and out of me, stretching my walls, working me up, and then extracts his fingers, leaving me high and not the least bit fucking dry.
With a half feral snarl, I turn to yell at him, but he’s walking back toward the rest of the pack, all of them heading into the office. Are they serious right now?
Holding back a growl, I stomp after them, storming into the office and dropping my hands on my hips, glaring at the three of them who are sitting on the couch as if they hadn’t just teased the shit out of me.
“Are any of you going to fuck me or am I going to have to do it myself?”
“There’s a pretty idea,” Kill murmurs, tipping his mask toward the table in the room.
He thinks I won’t? Vibrating with anger, I stomp toward the desk, rip my clothes off, wadding up my shirt and hurling it at them. Ezra catches it with a chuckle, bringing it to his mask and breathing deep.
Perching myself on the table, I prop one leg up, exposing myself, and slip my fingers over my slick pussy, humming as the pads brush against my throbbing clit. The guys lean forward, watching as I tease myself.
