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Gently batting it away with a grin, I lean in to look at his tattoo. There’s a compass, orchid, and flame on his upper thigh, drawn so that they look as if they’re one. Surrounding it is dark smoke, so that it looks as if it’s surrounding the three and holding them together.

“Who’s the smoke?” I ask, realizing Caelin, Evan, and Domh are depicted in his tattoo.

“You are,” he rasps. “I had the smoke added after we bonded last month. You’re the glue that holds us together now, Princess.”

“Aiden,” I breathe, eyes wide.

“No crying, Aisling,” he purrs, as if knowing how much it’s moving me. He’s not wrong, my eyes feel hot with unreleased tears. “The guys and I have a surprise for you. Remember what I told you about the woods?”

“Right now?” I squeak.

“Omega! Come out, come out wherever you are, little mouse,” comes out a yell.

Fuck, why can’t I tell who that is?

“Voice changers,” Aiden grunts. “Run, Princess. I’ll be there soon.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, jumping up and running to the door. I’m wearing yoga pants, a tank-top, and tennis shoes since I was hanging out with Wren earlier in her she-shed, doing our nails and gossiping.

Looking down each way, I see a large, masked man at the staircase and gasp, running away from him down the hall. It’s hard to tell who it was when he’s wearing all black and a ghost mask, similar to what Aiden wore during my heat.

There’s a smaller stairway down the back of the house, and I run down the stairs and straight out the back kitchen door. I vaguely see a masked man coming from my right side and squeal, but I’m already pumping my legs as quickly as I can away from the house.

“Little mouse, enjoy your freedom while you can!” roars the man who is now at the door. His voice is also distorted, and I can tell they all put some thought into it.

As I run, my body perfumes with need as my chest heaves with desire and fear, my head feeling lightheaded with the difference in intensity between the sensations. I gasp in breaths as I run full force for the woods.

It’s easier since the backyard has been cleaned up, my feet flying down the deck stairs and then over the new pavers. As much as part of me wants to be caught and fucked, I also want them to work for it.

It’s a warm day, but as soon as I hit the woods, it cools off. Shivering a bit, I continue to run, but now I can hear thundering boots behind me.

“Oh, fuck me,” I gasp, turning right, I start zigzagging to get father away. I refuse to make this easy for him.

“I hear you but I don’t see you,” growls a voice. It seems to bounce through the woods, the words going off like a gunshot. The voice modifiers also appear to be microphones to project the sound.

Well played. It’s harder to tell where they are, since the sound feels as if it’s coming from multiple places.

“I see you, poppet,” a voice calls. Fuck, Caelin.

Turning my head slightly, I can see black clothes streaking through the woods. Shrieking, I run faster, making sure I don’t trip on anything. My heart is pounding out of my chest, my ears are ringing, and I feel completely alive.

I guess my crazy matches theirs perfectly.

“Run faster, little omega,” another voice calls out.

It’s difficult not to run off of adrenaline and fear as they begin to corral me. Seeing a figure step in front of me, I twist to the right with a gasp, almost falling before regaining my footing and lunging forward.

God, am I going in a circle? I have no idea anymore. Deciding to run straight and away from what I assume is all four of them, I don’t see my mistake until someone steps out from behind a tree, as I pass it and rasps, “Gotcha, little omega.”

His arms wrap around my waist, body twisting to absorb the impact of the ground as we fall and I scream. Rolling in the leaves, he pins my arms to my back as he grinds his hard cock into my ass.

“I wonder how wet our little game is making you,” he says, his hand sliding under my pants to glide through my arousal. “Do you want my cock, little omega?”

Breathing hard, I moan. I know they’re setting limits and boundaries to ensure I want this. It’s one thing to chase me through the woods, it’s another to fuck a faceless man in the dirt.

“Yes,” I whine, slicking against his fingers. “Give me your hard, pierced cock, Evan.”

They can hide a lot of things, but not their scent. I can smell orchids surrounding me, and his dark chuckle is amused as he pushes his thick fingers inside my pussy.

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