“You might not want to admit this, but you still feel something, and we’re not giving up. So stop making blanket promises we both know you are going to break.”
He grips my hands and rolls his body, sliding his cock harder until my underwear, that someone had put back on me while I was sleeping, rides up my ass crack, and his dick slides between my cheeks.
He rolls again, his fingers tighten on my hands. I stare at them. They are so much larger than mine. Stronger.
Everything in me wants to give in to this alpha.
He drops his mouth to my shoulder and bites.
My legs widen, and he reaches down, sliding my underwear to the side. In the next moment, he’s pressed against my entrance, huge and thick.
I should tell him no.
I don’t want this to stop.
He pushes in an inch.
There is no part of me that thinks this is a bad idea. It feels right.
“Where is she? I’m going to fucking kill her!” Rojer snarls.
Cyn pulls out of me, and, in one quick move, I’m covered with a sleeping bag, while Rory steps out of the tent that is suddenly and violently filled with furious and aggressive alphas.
I let my forehead drop to the tent floor.
I just did it again.
They are my absolute weakness. My pussy is still throbbing, tightening on the spot where Cyn was. Desperately wishing he could fill me up and stop the ache.
Kota passes me my clothes. I pull them on, then my boots and socks, and rush out of the tent before I can fall into anymore temptations. The sky is blue, the wind is brisk but gentle, and everything is calm. Looks like luck is on my side. To our right, exactly in the spot I said that we shouldn’t camp, is a massive fallen tree.
“Wow,” Kota murmurs and springs up on it, walking its trunk like a tight rope. That tree would have killed all of us if we’d camped there.
Luck is absolutely on my side.
I turn back towards my campers.
Or is it? I try not to feel bitter, but these alphas are like a cloud of doom on this trip.
Nathan is scowling, Rojer is pacing furiously, and Kevin is pale. He turns and vomits green bile and sits there shivering miserably.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I ask urgently. This is serious.
“There are centipedes in our tent,” Kevin says flatly. His hand is swollen, and the more I look at them, the more bites I see.
“Quincy, Kendall, and Julian, I need you to get a fire going. We need to get them warm and wash their wounds.”
“How? Everything is wet?” Quincy asks.
“That kindling I’ve had everyone collecting? Use that. And check under the trees, see if you can find something dry.”
I roll my lips and look down at the ground, thinking carefully about what to do.
“Did you leave your tent open yesterday?” I ask carefully.
Nathan looks up. “Well, yes.”
“I’ve told you not to leave your tents open.”
