I try to remember the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this. His other hand grips my wrist, fingers bruising my skin. The cuff tight under his hold.
The cuff.
I yank backwards and twist sideways, putting space between me and the five of them.
“Wait, just wait.” I hold up my hand and try to calm my racing heart. “I think this is a really bad idea. No touching.”
“I think this might be a really good idea,” Riot purrs. He leans over, Hazard turns his head, and their lips meet.
I stare in shock, watching the intimate way they move. Did the room temperature just go up and up and up? I peek at Khaos, who looks bored. Wrath is smirking at me, and Angel is sullenly glaring at me like I hurt his feelings.
I find myself drawn back to staring at the way Hazard’s hand holds Riot’s neck. When Riot’s hand slips down the front of Hazard’s pants, I jerk my gaze away and back frantically out of the kitchen.
A few minutes later, they all follow. Hazard and Riot fall onto the couch, grinding and turning my home into a sauna from hell.
And this ache between my legs, the wetness in my panties, that is not something that I expected. I go to the fridge and pour myself a glass of cold water. Aware that what I am doing is absolutely running. I chug it too quickly and struggle, choking when Khaos appears at the fridge door.
“You need to relax a little. I think Wrath might be right.”
I shake my head. “What does that mean?”
“You’re like an inexperienced girl or a woman who’s taken vows. How can you date if you are this jumpy? Don’t worry. We’ll fix it.” Khaos sounds so disgusted that it’s hard not to take offense.
“It doesn’t need fixing,” I snap stubbornly.
Khaos pushes the door of the fridge closed, and I move back into the kitchen. He cages me against the sink, leaning close as I lean back. My heart pounds; I can’t look away from his eyes. Those beautiful gold flecked green.
He’s so close I can smell the pine of his scent, feel the warmth of his body. I see the way his jaw tenses and the size of his arms as they block my only way out.
“I want to be free,” he murmurs in a low voice that has the hairs on my body rising in alarm.
I stop trying to move backwards. There’s nowhere to go anyway, but I did promise. I sag. He’s right. They’re right.
“Okay, teach me, then,” I say quietly.
He leans down, brushing his cheek against mine. I shiver and hold perfectly still. The rough stubble surprises me. I shudder and clamp my teeth on a whine that desperately wants to come out.
He’s scent-marking me. I bite my lower lip and tremble. It goes on forever; it only lasts a second. My body is on fire.
“Tell me what experience you have had?” he asks when he pulls back.
“There was a guy when I was seventeen,” I say evasively and quietly. I’m too shocked by how I reacted to feel anything but rocked to my core.
He waits, but there’s nothing else to give him.
“That’s it? One guy?”
“My family isn’t exactly touchy-feely unless you count punches and verbal slapdowns. I didn’t date around because, well…my family. I had one guy that I met up with for a few months when I was seventeen. We had sex once.”
“And how was it?”
I don’t like the guarded tone in his voice.
I shrug. “It was sex. Just quick. Messy. It wasn’t anything to write home about.”
Khaos leans away and bends, dropping his head down so I can’t see his face. “Just quick? Messy?”
I think I hear him say.
