I adjust my grip, angling my body to block her from their view. My back to the far wall, hers to the crowd. She’s shaking now, fingers knotted in my black hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. The guys linger too close around her sides and head.
She finally settles enough that I can lean in as the smoke rises around us, covering our legs. Most of theBetasunzip and start stroking their dicks.
“Lay back, Scout. All my boys are getting a turn to tag you,” Ayan sneers as he shows off his face. At least I now know which of these assholes he is.
I need a distraction here. But while I wait for that, I tug her jeans down and slip them off, letting them drop into the dark smog below us.
Leaning in, I repeat a whispered, “I’ve got you. Stay with me.”
This could go either way. The guys around us could figure out that I’m not with them at any time. Or she could cause more of a scene and get us both caught.
Flashbacks to the dungeon inThetafill my brain, and I shake my head to get rid of them. Not now…
She’s frozen. Terrified and clawing at my shirt. Body shaking violently.Fuck!I hate this. But hopefully, if she sees me…all of me, then she’ll know what’s up.
I manage to unzip as one of the guys grows brave enoughto come closer and reach for her wrist. I only stare at him until he backs away a few paces.
“Hurry up! We need our turn,” someone yells from the left.
They’re getting restless. My neck bulges as I strain to hide what I’m doing between her legs.
Fortunately, the cloud of fog has risen so high, they can’t see her. Or me very well. It’s the only thing that’s light around us. Our tops remain dark. And below? Covered in puffy cotton.
I slip a condom from my pocket, praying no one sees me tearing it open. My heart almost bruises my ribs with how hard it pounds. Gripping her under her knees, I tug Scout closer, using her thighs to cover up what I’m doing. She whimpers and releases a sob that gets caught in her throat until she glances between us.
Slowly, carefully, she looks up at me, staring into the mask with a question covering her face.
She knows.
The piercing at my tip should be a clue. And she’s gotten close enough to my cock to know it well now. She swallows, then relaxes into me, hands finding their way toward my abs until I flinch at how good it feels. Despite how clammy her palms are.
I manage to glide the condom on and press myself between her thighs. Her cotton panties are dry, but I hook a finger to slide them aside. Her body is so close, warm, and supple. Frustration grows from deep inside me.
I want us to be somewhere else.
Anywhere but here.
A beach. A bed. Anywhere but this disgusting mattresssurrounded by these pieces of shit, all acting like carrion birds circling a body that isn’t dead yet.
But this is what we’re doing. So I make the best of it, casting steely warning glances toward anyone who ventures closer. A few of the guys pick up their pace, rapidly jerking themselves and aiming for her hair, her back…anywhere they can reach.
I use my arm to pull her butt closer to me, toward my thickening dick still covered in my condom. I’m suffocating inside it. They don’t make these things big enough for me. And I usually just bust through them.
Scout’s hips open wider to accommodate me, and I know she’s thinking I’ll use her here. Maybe rescue her forDelta.
This isn’t ideal. Not the way I would have wanted it.
But I slide my shaft through her pussy without entering. Gripping the back of her neck, I force her to writhe on me as I plunge through her. Careful and steady. Every stroke up makes my skin tingle. I’m too tense toclaimher. And wouldn’t. Not with all these guys around like a murderous audience.
Her fingers clutch my sweatshirt, and I hold her like she fits, eyes scanning the room like her armored sentry.
“I got you,” I repeat.
This time, she understands.
fourteen
Arms lockaround my back like Kevlar.
