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“So damn, good. You did so damn good. That will always be the sexiest thing I’ve seen. The way you gift me with that sweet, tasty cream. Fuck Thea. You’re so perfect.”

She sounds unsure when she asks, “You happy?”

“So fucking happy, Thea.” His arms tighten around her. “You make me so damn happy.”

Now, I feel like I’m intruding. Pax and I fucked the shit out of her, but she’s curled against Deacon Wolfe and glowing because he’s praising her.

He whispers something in her ear, to which she replies, “I don’t want to.”

“I know. But they helped you. Maybe saved your life. You can still hate them, but thank them for doing something I couldn’t do tonight.” He kisses her forehead, and she climbs to her feet, walking over to where I’m standing. Tits out, skirt still bunched up around her hips.

“Thank you for helping me. You too, Pax.” She says, looking over at him. He’s scoffing like an idiot, refusing to recognize the gift her apology is.

I’m not an idiot, so I say, “You’re welcome, Pet. I’m glad I could help, so is Pax.”

Shooting a glare at him, she says, “He doesn’t look happy.”

“You know he’s a man of few words and he’s coming down too, so…”

Pax butts in, “I was dosed too. That’s the only reason I touched you.”

Her back stiffens, her chin lifts. “Whatever you have to tell yourself. But we both know you’ll be replaying this memory for the rest of your life.”

He grumbles that he won’t, but I know I will. Wolfe hands her, her bra and says, “Somebody give her a shirt.”

Before I can move, Pax yanks his off and tosses it to him.

Chapter46

Pax

Ihalf listen as Thea mumbles a half-hearted thank you. Trying to work through what just happened. I don’t know how I wound up with a poisoned shot. That’s what we call the jello shots with the cocktail in it. Someone must’ve switched out the colors because only the blueberry ones are supposed to be tainted.

I only took half of a jello shot before I had to take a call from my dad. The effects came over me just as the call ended. I was looking for a room to ride it out in, because there was no way I wanted to hook up with any of the girls at the party. They’re all opportunists, and I knew they would only use the situation to their advantage. By the time I found an unlocked room, I was well into the throes of it. It was pure bad luck that the room was occupied by Finn and Thea.

My gaze drifts over to her. She’s still out of it. I have more body mass than her and had less of a dose. I was pretty much sober before I even nutted.

I could have stopped, but she was talking so much shit, I wanted to prove a point. I was gonna leave her high and horny and take Finn with me, but then she stopped fighting it. She opened up and took me to the hilt. It’s been so long since I’ve slipped into some pussy. It felt better than I remembered and sliding home was like something clicked.

I’d gotten used to girls who pushed back. They refused to let me go deep, as if they thought it would preserve this illusion of purity they needed to project. Or they would tell me it hurt too much, and screech the whole time.

Finn laughed at their cries. Holden wanted their tears, and me. I ignored what they were saying. I always blocked out the sounds, focused on one goal. To nut. It’s the same thing when I’m in their asses, but that crevice was designed for deep penetration, so their protests don’t mean shit.

But Thea took me, and she let me have my way with her, while Finn used her mouth and Deacon Wolfe sat there encouraging her on.

I almost wish I was high and that I’d imagined it. But I didn’t. The most fulfilling fuck I’ve had in months is with the someone I can’t stand. The woman The League is expecting me to be friends with. To bring her in. Shit. I’m handling this wrong. This is the perfect peace offering.

I grumble, “You’re welcome,” as she walks away. I toss Coach Wolfe my shirt when he asks for it and, leave before she’s finished dressing. I need to get back to the party and find out who fucked with the standard set up. All parties follow the same protocol for poisoned shots. It’s easier to keep things straight. Poison shots arealwaysblue raspberry. I had an apple shot. I should have been safe.

Finn, Coach Wolfe, and Thea return to the party shortly after I do. I watch as Coach Wolfe snags a couple of bottles of water and gives them to her, standing guard in front of her while she drinks them down.

I chug my own water, my mind feeling clearer than it did when I stumbled into that room. Finn catches up to me, a glint in his eye. “We about to bust some heads for what they did to Thea?”

“Thea? No. For what they did to me. If she wants to get high, why do I care?”

“After what happened? Seriously Pax.”

I glance over at him, noting the look of disapproval on his face matches the tone in his voice. “What’s your deal? We fucked. It doesn’t mean anything.”

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