Page 40 of Gilded Dreams

“I hurt you so much, my special butterfly. I’m so sorry.” Atlas’ voice turns vulnerable, and I can feel the tension in him grow until I peer up at him and force all the love in me into my gaze.

He smiles down at me, and I know...just know...everything will be okay.

Behind me Brogan strokes my pussy faster and dips two fingers into my hot core. I clench around him and buck against his touch, riding his hand hard until my climax hits me so hard, I’m left utterly breathless.

I’m panting heavily and every muscle in my body shakes from the fierceness of my release.

“Easy.Feel better now? Want more?” I nod my head.

“Good answer.”

Ryder kneels beside his friend, and each takes turns filling my mouth with slow strokes. A couple of dips before the next glides over my tongue. The taste of their pre-cum makes my mouth water for more. My jaw goes slack, and I take them deeper. My chest vibrates with the raw need to pleasure my men. Give them everything they need from me. Show them the level of trust I feel when I’m with them. Looking back, I see it’s what they did with me at The Society. They wanted to show me I was safe with them. That I could trust them with my body. This past week, they showed me I could trust them with my heart. That they would care for me.

The light flickers and wind howls but I pay no mind. I’m safe here. I’m with my SEALs.

Somewhere a phone rings and Atlas growls. He ignores it and I reach up to roll his heavy cum-filled balls in the palm of my hand. His head falls back, and he growls so fiercely I swear the windows rattle.

Brogan is on his knees, and I feel the head of his cock tease my slick, wet slit.

I press back, letting him know I’m ready.

The phone rings again.

“God damn it.” Atlas reaches for his cell phone and presses the speaker button. He places it on the floor by my hands. “What the fuck do you want? Speak and make it fast.”

“We know who the stalker is.”

“You’re not going to believe this shit.”

“Justice? Seth? Holy shit.” I grab the phone. “Who?”

Lights flicker and suddenly I can’t see anything, and the phone goes dead.

My blood turns to ice.

Thirteen

Kandy

“What the hell? Why doesn’t the phone work?”

Ryder takes the phone and does a couple of things trying to get it to turn back on but no,nada.

“Dead. All the damn phone calls you’ve been making, man. How the hell did you forget to charge the damn thing?”

“Doesn’t matter now. We have more phones.”

“She’s right. Let’s calm down. Get the lights back on. The generator should kick in…”

And that is where my plan turns the corner into chaos. This I definitely didn’t see coming.

Atlas’ words are cut off by a massive fireball and a gust of force that knocks out the kitchen windows.

The cabin rattles. Glass flies, the tiny knife-like fragments slice along my skin.

A scream slices through the night. I don’t realize it’s me doing the screaming until two hundred pounds of male lands on top of me and I go down to the carpet. I can’t tell which way is up for a second. Snow blasts through the busted-out windows. Flakes of ice meet the scorching hot pot of stew giving off a sizzling sound. It’s the only thing I hear outside the howling wind.

I stare at the windows for a long second wondering what the hell went wrong. Did someone forget to care for the generator, and it just exploded or what?

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