Laurel is crying, you asshole.
That flipped a switch in my head. Laurel wasmyresponsibility. It had been my decision to seduce him, to give him to Monty, and to take as much of him as I could for myself.
If he got hurt, it would be my fault, and I couldn’t bear that.
“I’m coming.”
I left the phone in Sedric’s hands. He must have heard the conversation, or at least parts of it, because he looked at me with an open-mouthed smile, his eyes wide.
“Sedric, I need to…”
“Go, for fuck’s sake!”
But I was already out of the door.
I took off sprinting down the road, shrugging out of my hoodie as I went.
Monty said they needed me, and Laurel was crying. Crying for fuck’s sake!
I ripped the rest of my clothes off by the edge of the forest and burst into fur mid-leap.
I’d never run as fast, but it still felt like forever. I’d never been up at the new chalet, but of course I knew exactly where it was, just like everyone in Beauville. It was huge, the front wall made from glass, reflecting the forest. But, no time to admire architecture.
I shifted back by the foot of the stairs. I tore open what seemed to be the main door, naked as the day I was born.
“Upstairs!” came Monty’s voice.
Sprinting to the second floor, I caught the scent. Strawberries, white chocolate, flowery wine… I followed it to a bright bedroom at the end of the short hallway.
“Fucking finally,” Monty growled.
They were on the bed. Laurel sat astride a fully naked Monty, his tear-stained face peeking from under Monty’s chin. He wore a thin T-shirt and nothing else, and Monty’s hand moved between his ass cheeks, fingers pumping. When Laurel saw me,he lifted his head and smiled through his tears. He reached out with a shaky hand.
The sight of him broke my heart.
How could I have done this to him?
A fierce need to protect and soothe slammed into me as I scrambled onto the bed. The tantalizing scent of his heat was like a cloud surrounding them, and with every breath I took, it made my dick throb.
I took the outstretched hand, and Laurel’s fingers closed around mine, squeezing so hard it hurt.
“I’m so sorry…” I managed through clenched teeth.
Laurel let out a strangled sound, something between a sob and a laugh.
Monty grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and spread them unceremoniously.
“Get inside him, right now.”
I was about to protest. I’d knot Laurel and then what? Monty had to be blue-balled. But Laurel let out a piercing cry of raw need, releasing my hand.
I knelt behind him, between Monty’s spread legs.
Laurel was open, his rim glistening with oily slick, and the scent coming from it felt like lava in my lungs. His hole clenched right in front of my eyes, only to widen into a dark, empty circle.
It must have been mere seconds, but it felt like it took me forever to line up. Grabbing him by his waist, I drove in to the hilt on the first try. His moan bounced off the walls.
Oh, sweet mercy.
