Page 63 of Wrath

It appeared as if the closed door had masked all of the sounds emanating from the hallway, because I found myself stepping straight into an orgy.

Women and men moaned and writhed in various positions down the hall.

“Oh god!”

“Harder!”

“Yes, like that!”

The throbbing between my legs became unbearable. I was half tempted to touch myself just to relieve a tiny bit of the ache.

To the right of me, a woman bounced on the cock of a man, while another woman played with her nipples. Next to them, two men passionately kissed while someone else stroked their dicks.

There were dozens and dozens of them. The farther down the hall I walked, the raunchier the scene became. It went from twosomes, to threesomes, to sevensomes, all of their bodies tangled together, their hands roaming with wild abandon.

A woman reached for me desperately, tugging at the blanket, and for a moment, I almost gave in. The pain between my legs was unbearable, and coherent thoughts had fled.

But then I thought of my mates, and I shook the woman off of me, quickening my pace.

I’d almost reached the end of the hall, where a second door resided, when a startled shout distracted me, followed by a feminine curse.

What the hell?

A second later, the door I was walking towards was yanked open, and a naked Killian hurried out, completely naked, his dick hard, his eyes feverish. I focused on him for only a second before my gaze drifted towards the woman coming out behind him.

What. The. Fuck?

She looked…like me. Almost exactly like me, if I was being completely honest. Her golden curls tumbled around her shoulders and her bare back. She was a little bit taller than me and had slightly softer features.

She was also completely naked.

And trying to touch my mate.

She leaned forward to press her bare breasts against his arm. I couldn’t help but note that they were almost exactly the same size as my own, maybe a little smaller. If this woman was designed to be Killian’s perfect fantasy, then I felt pretty good about myself. She was an uglier version of me.

Killian shuddered and pushed her away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Kill!” I called, hurrying forward.

Relief painted itself across Killian’s face as soon as he caught sight of me. “Z, thank fuck. I woke up in bed to that…woman trying to touch me.”

He grimaced.

My anger flared, white-hot and blistering. “And did she?”

“Fuck no!” Killian shook his head adamantly. “As soon as I realized she wasn’t you, I…”

His cheeks turned red with something akin to embarrassment.

“You what?”

He muttered something too low for me to hear.

“What did you do?” I asked, frowning.

“I…bitch slapped her with my tail,” he muttered, and at first, I thought I’d heard him wrong.

I glanced at the Z lookalike, then back to him, then to the girl once more. My eyebrows flew to my hairline when I saw the bloody streak across her cheek. I hadn’t noticed it before in my assessment, when she stood with her profile to me.

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