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“You didn’t have to come, Adrian.”

“I have to make sure that Jake doesn’t do anything like fuck her while she’s sleeping.”

“It was one time, and the girl said she was into it. It was planned. There was consent.”

“This time there’s no consent,” Adrian says.

My eyes flutter open, and I scream as I see two men standing at the edge of my bed, and three hammers—well, they kind of look like hammers—standing upright.

I scream bloody murder.

And that’s when I see that one of the hammers has a face.

I hear a familiar voice—one of the workmen: “Oh, fuck.”

CHAPTER 3

JOSIE

“Oh fuck is right!”I scream. “What … how did you get in here?”

“You left the door unlocked,” says one of the standing men.

I realize abruptly that the two men are Cole and Mitch, and they’re fucking naked! I can’t help the panic I feel. “What are you doing here? The door was unlocked from when I waited for you while I wasawake, not asleep. I was asleep. Did you come to rape me?”

“I feel like this is a big misunderstanding,” one of the hammers says. An actual hammer. He has a long, tan handle, but the base looks like the head of a cock, hole and everything. He has stripes of red all over his shaft, and his head—the hammer head, that is—is the same skin tone as the rest of him. He looks like a mallet, not a claw hammer like the one next to him. That hammer is skin, too, a paler color with green stripes and claws at the back of his head.

“What the fuck are you?”

“We’re hammers, Josie,” the third and last hammer says. This one, I recognize, has Adrian’s voice. He’s got a darker handle, and his mallet head has an imprint of his face on it.

“Hammers? I must be having some weird-ass dream. What did I put in my lemonade? I thought I had the right amount of sugar. Did you boys drug me?”

“No,” Cole says, his voice deep and offended. “We would never do that to our mate.”

“Mate?”

“Tell me, Josie, do you usually go to bed naked like this? It’s a hot night, the full moon is out … so, sure, you may want to sleep naked, but from where we’re standing, I can see how soaked that pussy of yours is.” Adrian says.

I cross my legs abruptly and snap, “Excuse me?” But I can feel my body heat at his words. “I … I’m always a little horny around this time of the month.”

My nipples pebble at my words, and I don’t even know why I’m saying them. It’s their hungry, dark eyes taking me in. All of them. The three hammers and the two human-like men, who are naked and….

My gaze trails down below their waistline, and I see something I didn’t think I’d ever see. They have balls, yes, but their cocks are like hammers. For the majority, the shaft looks normal, but when you get closer to Cole’s pelvis, there’s a hammerhead at the base that looks like a fucking sledgehammer. It’s covered in skin and is pulsing. Mitch has something similar, but the back of his cock has hammer claws. It looks sharp like the others, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s just an illusion … and how it would feel running up my clit.

“What in the world! Are you demons? What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, we plan on building you up to the best orgasms of your life.” Tim says.

“Orgasms?” My body heats just thinking about it. Orgasms. I could be having orgasms with these hammer men. I’ve needed orgasms my whole life. My husband always locked me up during these nights, when I needed more than just his cock to fill me. He told me I was wicked, evil. I asked Mama about it, but she just told me not to mention it again. It made me think about how, once a month, she goes on a girls’ retreat with her friends … though she never really told us what friends they were.

“What you’re going through is your heat, Josie.” Adrian’s growly voice says.

“My heat?”

“You’re in heat. You need a cock, or cocks to knot you and scratch that itch you have. You need us to nail into every one of your sweet little holes.” Mitch says.

“I still don’t understand … heat, as in like what a dog gets?”

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