I’m digging through the pile of clothes that Grant got me, searching for something comfortable to wear, when a throat clears behind me.
I look up to see my Beta leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me with a strange expression.
Before I have a chance to ask him what’s up, he’s on me, spinning me around and pinning me against the mirror.
“Just finished your heat and already needy again? You just can’t get enough of us, can you, greedy girl?” He grinds his hard as a rock cock against my ass. He rips off my towel, kicks my legs apart, and thrusts into me in one stroke. “Since you’re so desperate, I’ll give you what youwant. Don’t you dare move.”
My mind blanks for a moment, and my body goes completely limp. His grip is the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the tile.
He’s helping me live out my fantasy, and oh my God, it’s as good as I thought it would be.
Grant rests a hand that is incongruously gentle with the current scene on my head and pushes me down so my ass sticks out even farther. He pounds into me with no care, just a hard, ruthless fucking.
He’s using me, punishing me, and I love it so fucking much.
“Is this what you wanted? You wanted to be our little doll? Our perfect cock sleeve to use whenever we want?”
I can’t form words, only whimpers and moans at the idea of being used by all of them. I just finished my heat, and I shouldn’t want to fuck right now, but this is what I needed. Grant is taking what he wants from me, and in doing so, giving me what I have fantasized about for ages.
My Beta bends and nibbles on my ear. Keeping his voice low to not break the scene, he asks, “Color?”
“Green.” I don’t even have to think about it.
That one word gives him the permission he needs to let go completely. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and perfect for me. The best little fuck toy.”
Yeah, that’s doing it for me. I dive my hand between my legs and strum my clit, knowing that Grant is the only one who will let me orgasm whenever and however I want, even in a scene like this.
My toes curl, and I rise up on the balls of my feet. He grabs my hair and forces my eyes to meet his in the mirror. He looks feral, that stunning, delicate face of his twisted in a snarl. His pale purple and silver hair is pulled back at the base of his neck, but several pieces have fallen out and stick to his face.
I want to see him like this all the time.
I look wanton, aching for more as he uses me. When he reaches around me and grabs my chin, forcing me to lock eyes with him through the mirror, I lose control. I drench his cock with slick. His fingers tighten to almost the point of pain as he fills me.
It takes us a few minutes to come down from the high. When our breathing has leveled out, and my legs stop shaking, he picks me up and carries me back into the shower.
“How was that?” He turns on the water and lathers a washcloth. “Everything you wanted it to be?”
“And more.”
The guys have almost finished movingin with me in the two weeks since my heat ended. The place feels more alive than ever, even if it is crowded in a way that I’m not used to. I’ve never had to share my space so intimately, but I can’t say I mind it. I’m getting the best sleep of my life now that we’re all piled up together in the nest.
There’s one dark spot in all of this, though.
Derrick has been acting shady.
I don’t want to accuse him of anything, but it’s hard to ignore. I’ve walked in on him on the phone a few times, and he hangs up as soon as he sees me. He doesn’t leave it lying around either. It’s always on his person, like he’s scared I’m going to grab it and go through it.
I don’t want to think he’s hiding something again, but there isn’t any other explanation. Everyone deservesprivacy, even in relationships, but this isn’t the behavior of someone who wants privacy.
It’s someone who’s keeping a secret.
I scrub my face and pause my game. I cannot be a good raiding partner right now. My brain is too scattered. I need some coffee or something.
It’s second nature to pick up my phone and call Marlie while I wait for it to brew.
“Hey, lady! How are you?”
“Hey, Marlie. I’m kind of freaking out.”
