Page 13 of In Prey We Trust

This time, I nip her lightly as my fingers slam into her. Her wail echoes off the walls of the ridiculously pink room as her walls squeeze my digits hard enough to hurt. My cock throbs, but I grit my teeth and hold off, not wanting to waste a single drop when I could be buried inside of her. When she goes limp, I withdraw and sit up on the bed, reaching up to take off the blindfold.

Her eyes burn with a red heat as she looks me over head to toe and within seconds, she’s torn the bindings clean off the posts. With a victorious expression, she sits up, pushing my chest hard. “Time to saddle up, cowboy. I’m ready to ride.”

Fuck. Yes.

Welcome to the Jungle

Delores

Stretching my ridiculously sore muscles, I yawn and open my eyes. I have no idea what time it is—Fitz kept his promise to make me scream until I damn near passed out around dawn. My foot hits something and I pop up immediately, looking over the gorgeous body snoozing on his stomach like the giant cat he is. I thought he would sneak out before the sun rose so my nasty guards wouldn’t see him, but here he is, clinging to one of my stuffed animals like a barnacle.

This is bad. What am I going to do?

Before I can work it out, my phone buzzes from the nightstand and I roll over to grab it. The group chat is going absolutely bonkers and I have to squint to even make out the words. My body aches in all the best ways, but my brain still feels melted. Fitz explained this might happen if I fell asleep while he was cleaning me up. He called it ‘subspace,’ but we didn’t get much further than that before I think I drifted off.

Can you have a hangover from too much awesome sex? Maybe that’s what he meant, because that’s how I feel.

This time the phone actually rings and I shake my head, hoping to clear it enough to speak to the guys. Gathering my sheet up around me like a towel, I push the video chat button and croak, “Hello?”

Four sets of dropped jaws greet me on screen and I feel my face turn red. Do I really look that bad? Touching my hair, I try to smooth the pieces down and force a smile as I watch them crowd into the frame.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Felix says with a stern look.

Wrinkling my nose, I huff at the question. “You’re all looking at me like I have a big zit.”

Chess puts his hand over his mouth, chuckling softly.

His Raj just rolls his eyes and smiles. “You look well and truly fucked, Princess. It’s not a terrible sight at all. I assume my asshole twin is still there? He didn’t call, so we took the liberty.”

“If he’s asleep like a lazy bum, kick his ass,” Aubrey mutters. “We have better things to do than track down a grown adult running away from home like a kid.”

I tilt my head at him. “Better than talking to me?”

Aubrey looks flabbergasted for a second, making a few fumbling sounds, and Rennie cuts in. “You got him, ma petite. He’ll be disputing that all day. Which works out well because the tuckered tiger is going to escort you here when he drags his tail out of your sheets.”

“What?!” I almost lose my sheet as I yell and they all snicker. “But it’s two days early. Lucille will go nuclear. Her goons have very specific instructions and they never deviate. Trust me.”

“Good thing we pulled a few more strings when that deadbeat turned up missing last night,” Felix drawls lazily. “The coach sent a message to your mother, saying you need to be at team activities tomorrow.”

I blink, then I look around my room. “I’m not nearly packed.”

“Make Fitz help you get as much done as possible until the Captain and Raina arrive. This nervous motherfucker sent them at the crack of dawn this morning.” Aubrey looks smug, as if his flub isn’t as bad compared to Rennie worrying about me.

Chess sighs and smiles softly. “It will be good to have you back here, Angel. Dealing with all the bickering all summer has been a pain in my ass.”

“I’ll give you a pain in the ass!” Fitz yells, his voice muffled by the pillows he’s buried in.

Sighing and rubbing his temple, Felix tries hard to look like he’s not going to laugh, but he’s failing. Finally, he lets out a small chuckle, then growls at his naked twin. “Get dressed, you lazy shit. Help Princess pack so you can get back before midnight.”

“Can’t we just buy her new stuff?” Fitz whines. “I’ll take her shopping. The winged weenie can come if it makes him happy.”

“Which one?” Chess and I speak at the same time.

The tiger rolls over, showing a glorious amount of hard tattooed muscles and shrugs. “Both of them. All of you. Fuck, who cares if I don’t have to pack shit.”

“We have to pack some stuff, you know,” I mutter. “Not everything can be replaced at the drop of a black card.”

“Then let’s get on with it. I want you out of this mausoleum and into the new nest, baby girl.”

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