Page 37 of Out of My Flocking Mind

He smiled, the look tense. “You’re not doing so hot, are you?”

I shook my head, answering without thinking.

“Do you want me to help? I don’t know if it will work, but I can try.”

“Look at her—she’s in no condition to refuse,” the other voice said. It took a moment for me to recognize it as Harrison.

Kelvin turned his head the other way. “I’ve fucked this up once already. I’m not about to make it worse by doing anything else against her will.”

“So you’ll let her suffer?”

Kelvin had a pained expression, as though stuck between two equally horrible paths. I couldn’t seem to keep up with what he meant, with what we should do, but I knew one thing. I needed Kelvin. Whatever was wrong with me, he was both the cause and the cure. It meant no matter what the risks, the consequences, I knew I needed him.

I grasped Kelvin’s wrist, holding it tight, pleading with my expression.

It drew his attention back to me, his look softening. “You really aren’t doing good, are you? Okay, Grey, I’ll help.” He turned his gaze on Harrison, then. “You know what this will do, right? You understand the reaction that will happen, and you’re prepared for that?” Whatever Harrison said must have been enough, because Kelvin nodded.

He shifted on the bed, moving so his back was to the headboard. Before I even had to do anything, his firm hands moved me, pulling me against his chest, my back to him. His body was strong, his arms unyielding around me. It surrounded me with more of the amazing scent, made my head fuzzy and eased the pain between my temples, the soreness of my body. It felt like sliding into a hot bath.

He grasped my chin, tilting my head and exposing the side of my throat. My messy brain couldn’t keep up with the actions, even now, so I gave in. “Don’t hate me,” came an agonized whisper from Kelvin, so close and quiet that I doubted anyone else could have heard it. It happened only a split second before a sharp pain ran through my neck. Just like that, I knew exactly what was going on.

He’d bitten me.

As quickly as I’d understood that, however, the same heat from before rushed through me. Just like the first and only time he’d bitten me, that heat burned, igniting something deep and primal inside me. It moved through my body, racing from my neck to my clit and hitting every erogenous area between the two.

I arched my back, even the brush of my shirt against my nipples too fucking much, as though someone held a vibrator against me. Was this how it had felt before? Maybe I’d just forgotten, maybe I’d blocked it out since I didn’t want everything that went with it.

A low growl left Kelvin, and something familiar and hard pressed against my back. Even in my lust-addled brain, I knew exactly what that was. And fuck, because it was everything I wanted right now.

I reached for my own clothes, needing to strip out of them, to douse the fire inside me. Strong hands caught my wrists, holding me still. Even then, Kelvin didn’t pull away, sucking gently at the wounds at my throat.

“Please,” I begged, my pride gone, not giving a fuck if I sounded pathetic. “Just touch me, please. It hurts so much.”

His ragged breath told me how close to the edge he walked. “I can’t,” he whispered, releasing my throat only long enough to get the words out. “Harrison?”

I didn’t understand what he meant until the mattress moved, pulling my focus in front of me. There, kneeling on the bed between my thighs, was Harrison. He was shirtless, and from his pants—unbuttoned but on—I could tell he had every bit as much interest as I did.

Or, maybe not just as much, but his hard cock told me he wasn’t sad about being there, either.

He leaned in, and I expected something soft, something gentle. Harrison was always careful, a man who held himself in control at all times. That wasn’t how he touched me, though. Instead, he kissed me with a hunger that shocked me, one that felt every bit as deep as my own. He moved closer until he trapped my body between his and Kelvin’s, sliding into the space between my thighs.

I hooked one leg around him, then rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him. Had I ever felt so much like some animal in heat? Had I ever needed something this badly? The first time Kelvin had bitten me, I recalled a similar rush, but it wasn’t anything like this. Maybe because I’d gone so long without?

Whatever it was, I allowed Harrison to quench that desire with his kiss, with his hard body.

But I needed more. This was good, sure, but it wasn’t enough. I felt empty, hollowed out by need. However, no matter how much I yanked at the hands that held me still, I couldn’t get free, couldn’t grab for Harrison, couldn’t force him to give me more.

He must have known, though, because he grasped the front of my pajama top and yanked, the tearing of fabric loud in the room, even over my panting moans and the noisy sucking from Kelvin’s lips at my throat. Harrison slid his hands over my bare skin, and I was so fucking thankful I’d forgone a bra. Hell, I’d burn every scrap if it meant getting what I needed sooner, if it meant enjoying this moment and quieting the noise in my head a little faster.

Harrison’s fingers lacked callouses, nothing but cool, smooth skin. He didn’t tease, didn’t go slowly, instead cupping my breasts to thumb over the pointed tips of my nipples. I shuddered, desperate for more, for everything. I lifted my hips, grinding against his erection through the fabric of our pants.

Through all of it, Kelvin didn’t let up, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of my neck, each pull drawing that fire further through me. It was like I’d taken a bunch of shots, like the alcohol clouded my head, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I knew was I needed more, that I was horribly empty.

“More,” I begged. “Please, fuck me. I need it so bad.” I spoke the words between the kisses, whispering them against Harrison’s lips.

Harrison broke the kiss and groaned, pressing his forehead to my collarbone as though he had to collect himself, like he needed a moment to gather his wits.

But I didn’t want him to do that. If he thought, he might say no. I wanted him as drunk as I felt, as out of control. I didn’t think it mattered who was in front of me, I just needed to be filled. Kelvin, Harrison, fuck, I was pretty sure I’d take a stranger right then if they had a cock worth a damn.

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