Her breath stutters. “I don’t want you.”
I lean in, lips brushing her ear. “But you will. And when you do, Mara Black…” I tug her hair harder, making her wince, my teeth flashing in a wolfish grin. “… it won’t be gentle.”
I let go all at once, shoving off the wall, leaving her shaking in the dark, clutching at the space where I caged her in.
Mornings fucking suck.
Heat. Soft skin. Perfume that’s too fucking sweet—a sticky, suffocating mix of floral and vanilla. A tangle of legs and hair, neither of which belong to anyone I give a shit about after 4 a.m.
My brain is foggy from whatever I snorted last night. I can still feel the gritty residue on my tongue and a stale chemical burn in my throat, and my skull pounds behind my eyes as I squeeze them shut against the unwelcome daylight.
I exhale hard, trying to lift a hand to rub my face, but I’m pinned.
The weight? Two girls.
One’s blonde—sleek and artificially perfect, the color of bottled ambition and bleach. She’s draped across my chest, fingers splayed across my pec like she belongs there.
She doesn’t.
The other’s brunette—not usually my type. She’s too soft-looking, too delicate. But last night? Last night she curled into my side like a satisfied kitten, and I let her—let both of them—because I needed something to sink into.
I shift, trying to untangle myself, when?—
THUMP.
My gym bag crashes onto my mattress, hard.
“Rise and shine, asshole. Training.”
Fuck, Talon.
I should put a bullet between his fucking eyes. His voice is too fucking smug for someone as average-looking as he is.
My eyes snap open. He’s at the foot of my bed, arms crossed, grinning like a cocky little shit. I flip him the bird and drop my head back. Anotherthump—a shoe this time—slams into my ribs, hard, causing me to snarl.
“Busy night? Juliet and Cadence? Really, Dre?”
“Fuck off.”
The blonde—Cadence—stretches, her eyes peeking open lazily, still half-dazed, half-hopeful, like she’s got a chance at round two.
I snap my fingers at the girls. Sharp. Commanding.
“Up. Out. Now.”
Talon, still smirking, tilts his head toward Cadence. “Yeah, fuck off, Cay.” His tone is all amusement when he gestures to the brunette. “Juliet, though? Wasn’t impressed when I had her. Has the head gotten any better?”
“Head was fine. Mouth’s just another hole if you hold it right.”
Cadence snaps her attention to Juliet.
Juliet shoves her. Fucking hilarious.
The two scurry, scrambling for their clothes like roaches when the lights come on. Meanwhile, I’m completely naked, just the sheet covering my cock—semi-hard, but not enough to give a fuck.
Juliet scoffs. “You Omega Chi Kappa boys are all the same.”
I drag a hand through my hair, rolling my shoulders, stretching out the tension.
