I climbed the stairs, my fury propelling me past my exhaustion.
Let’s see how Grayson liked being attacked in his bed. Let’s see how he liked being helpless.
I paused at the top of the steps and took a moment to slow my breathing.
Which rooms were theirs?
I listened for a clue and heard Teal’s voice.
I approached and pressed my hand against the door. It cracked open, and I froze at what I saw in the flickering candlelight.
Teal had Flynn pushed against a wall. His hand wrapped around Flynn’s throat. “You deserve to be punished.” Aggression and testosterone scented the air, and I expected Flynn to fight.
Instead, his breath came in short, sharp pants. “Yes,” he moaned. He wanted to be punished.
My mind reeled. All this time, I’d assumed Flynn was simply entitled. But this … this was shocking. His brattiness—it had been a plea for discipline.
“What did you say to Haven? Why did she slap you?”
Flynn caught his lower lip in his teeth before he replied, “I told her I wanted to fuck her.”
Walking away was the right thing to do, but I found my feet rooted to the floor. They were talking about me, and I wanted to hear what they had to say. Also, I’d sensed something beyond their aggression and testosterone. I’d sensed their lust, and I was powerless to turn away.
“Is that all?” Teal caressed Flynn’s cheek with the back of his free hand. The gesture was almost tender.
Flynn gave a tiny shake of his head. “I told her you and Pierce wanted to fuck her too.”
A charged second passed, then Teal demanded, “What did she say?”
“She didn’t say no.”
I’d told him hell, a place of endless flame, would freeze over before I’d fuck them.
“Tell me, Flynn.” Teal’s voice was husky with want. “Why the slap?”
Flynn had gently grazed my torso with his large hands and then cupped my breasts.
I’d spent a few seconds too shocked to react. Shocked by his touch. Shocked that I didn’t hate the feeling of his large, warm hands on my body. Shocked that my body wanted more. Then common sense had taken over, and I’d slapped him as hard as I could.
“I touched her,” Flynn admitted.
“She didn’t ask for your touch?”
“No.”
“You do deserve a punishment. You know what to do.” Teal released Flynn’s throat and watched as his friend—his lover?—lowered his pants.
Flynn’s cock—both long and thick—was erect and reached for his belly button.
I pressed my palm to my lips to contain my gasp. I’d seen a naked man before, but he’d looked nothing like Flynn.
Without a word, Flynn crossed to the bed, bending over and presenting his muscular ass.
“Five?” Teal removed his belt, doubling it into a loop.
“Ten.” Flynn sounded eager. Needy.
Leather bit into Flynn’s ass, and I flinched with remembered agony.
