Page 11 of Smoke the Enemy

I didn’t think I’d ever be grateful to be bound, but thank God I’m bound to this bed because I need an anchor. The pleasure. The sensations. It’s all too much, yet I don’t want them to stop.

Steffan trails kisses down along my jawline. “Are you good and ready for us? Hhhmmm?”

I feel two fingers ease inside of me. The one whose name I don’t know chuckles against me and answers, “She’s ready.”

“Little Mouse,” Soren speaks my nickname almost as if it’s a melody. “Remember what I said the snake does to a mouse. You have five snakes circling you.” He nips my ear and I hate that I actually squeak. How could I forget the Halloween party last year when I came dressed as a mouse? He made the comparison of me as the mouse, and him as the snake. That’s also the night Soren took my virginity. He mentioned five snakes…so does that mean the other guests are here to observe? To bear witness to my carnal and lustful sins? He must read my mind because there’s definitely more than five of them. “The others are here for...” kiss “entertainment…” kiss “unless we’re not enough for you…” kiss.

Is that a joke? I can barely handle the twins. I lick my lips and swallow. “You already are…devouring me.” I’m struggling to speak in complete sentences.

“This isn’t us devouring you. Consider it more like meal prep,” Lee states matter-of-factly.

“Let me feel how ready she is,” Alex’s voice takes on a desperate edge. Hands and wet kisses dance along my body.

“Alex is dangerous. I thought y’all would protect me from him, not offer me up like a sacrificial lamb,” I say accusingly to the twins.

Steffan walks around the bed. He unties my ankles. “He’s part of us now. He’s a brother. And you’re property of The Illicit Brotherhood. You’ll have all our ties, and be bonded to all of us.”

All of them? Oh my God.

Alex wiggles his fingers one more time, causing me to moan before he removes them. I watch as Alex slowly slides his fingers between his lips and sucks them while he slides off the bed. “I knew you’d taste like Heaven.”

The bed dips and then Soren is above me. He pulls out a knife. The blade slices the ties easily. I yelp when without warning he flips me to lie on my stomach. Then he hoists my ass in the air.

A sting comes from my right. Another one from my left. I can’t tell which two are spanking me, but I know it’s not Soren because his hands are still on my hips. Next I feel a sharp bite on my ass and hear one of them growl. The teeth are no longer on my skin, but a tongue slides over the stinging marks.

Then I feel Soren align himself with me, he pauses to let me know he’s there. How could I not? My body is so hyperaware of all four of them around me. “Tonight, Little Mouse, we’re going to feast…on you.”

Then in one deep thrust…

Ring. Ring. Ring. RRRRing.

I gasp as I rise up in bed. I look around my dark room and see my cell screen glowing. I reach over and stare at the unknown number. Before I answer, I stare around my room again.It was a dream. Oh my God. It was a fucking dream. What’s wrong with me?Freakin’ Lee? Kali is interested in him, I could never… But I sort of did in my dream. And the guy I don’t even know his name. The whole fraternity! Worse…Alex. Why would I dream something like that?Because I’m terrified that’s what will happen…Being with the Steffan or Soren means I become property of the entire Brotherhood. The whole tie thing freaks me out. Being claimed. And then I think a part of me likes the idea. A part of me craves to be claimed and bound to someone both physically and emotionally. I also think, on a subconsciousness level, I’m worried this will lead me back to Alex.

Ring. Ring.My phone, I’d forgotten all about that. I quickly swipe the screen, worried that maybe it’s Kali. An emergency of some kind because who would have my number and be calling me at four in the morning.

“Hello?”

“Little Mouse. I wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. You look very pretty, all flushed, like you were excited. I hope the excitement was…worthwhile.”

Click. Call Ended.

I quickly go to messages and click Soren’s name.

Me: Were you watching me?

Soren: ;)

Me: How? Are you here?

Soren: Not physically.

Me: HOW?

Soren: Always keep your laptop open… Good night, Little Mouse.

I look over at my laptop that’s open, but the screen isn’t on. I tilt my head and study it.Keep your laptop open…The camera! He must’ve hacked into my computer. That sneaky bastard.

Blue Rose, Alabama

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