Page 27 of Ghouls and Girth
“This is wrong,” I repeat.
I don’t know how else to express myself.Hell, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.
Agony rips through my abdomen.My vision blips to white.I can’t breathe.
When the world settles back into place, I’m surrounded by hard, masculine muscles and the most tantalizing mix of aromas fills my nostrils.Deep, rich vibrations soothe the pain from my body and melt my bones.
A pathetic whimper weaves into the beautiful melody.
“Hush, little one.We will make it right,” my overbearing, posh alpha declares.
I writhe and cling to whatever flesh I can reach, but snarl when hands close around my hips and breasts.
“No.Not here,” I growl.
They pause.A low rumble sneaks from my chest as I anticipate their refusal to wait.
“She needs a nest,” Umar murmurs against the top of my head.
Khalid purrs his agreement and skims his hands up my sides.I shiver as his talons scratch along my ribs.
I nod even though the word nest sounds stupid as fuck.
Part of me longs to howl in denial when Umar removes my nails from his arm and moves away.Every inch separating us feels like a mile.I hate it.
He glides around the room gathering the clothes strewn around the floor.Despite the gore, I welcome the coverage of Khalid’s undershirt as my alphas settle it around my shoulders.They work together, fondling and caressing me as they dress me in the oversized shirt.
Umar pulls his shorts over his hips and drops Khalid’s trousers beside his brother before scooping me out of his lap and cradling me to his chest.When he starts down the steps into the pitch-black, I jab my elbow into him and fight his arms.
“No, not this way.I hate—”
An overwhelming surge of need curls me in on myself.I long to snarl at the bitch whimpering in the presence of my alphas until I realize it’s me.
Low rumbles settle me back into the present.I suck down lungfuls of fresh air and marvel at the swiftness of my mates.An owl hoots in the distance.
My name carries on the breeze.
Gabby, Trista, and Bianca call out for me.The terror and misery in their voices fills me with shame.
“I must go to them,” I say.
Umar ignores me.
I snarl and rake my nails down his chest.His rhythm falters to a halt and he aims heated brown orbs down at me.His ghoul licks his lips with a white tongue.
“Take me to my friends.Now,” I snarl.
To my surprise, he changes direction toward the ruckus.Khalid’s disapproving rumble creates discord in our bond, but I send a glare over Umar’s shoulder at him and note his reluctant acceptance in absentminded amusement.
“Set me down,” I snarl before we reach my friends.
Umar does, but four sets of hands grip my waist before I can step forward.Fresh wetness gushes down my legs as they growl.
“If any of them touch you, they’re dead,” Khalid promises.
I swallow before nodding.
“You have two minutes,” Umar rumbles.
