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“Ha, you don’t even have the decency to answer now. You know I’m right,” his mocking laughter would once have made me angry, but I find myself strangely calm.

“Shut up, Peter,” Huck speaks from behind me, a hand landing on my shoulder. I should have known despite our fight; despite our differences, he would always have my back.

“He’s doing what he feels he must. What did you do when you first got here, piss yourself? At least he’s doing something meaningful,” Huck says. I look around, my face turning to meet his, and he nods. I return the gesture. “Come on, let's find you somewhere that we won’t drive each other mad.”

Although he doesn’t apologise for his harsh words earlier, he doesn’t need to. His actions speak louder than words ever could. The three of us walk away from a gaping Peter who stomps his way back inside his cave like a petulant child.

Dario, as always, takes hold of Huck’s hand without thought, and I can’t help but smile. I hope one day they work out just how much they actually mean to one another.

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AGE EIGHTEEN

I sit cross-legged outside my cave, looking across at my two friends with a small smile on my face. They still haven’t figured it out yet, either that or they’re purposefully ignoring what is obvious to every other person.

Huck and Dario want each otherbadly.

I am so happy to no longer be their constant cock-block. The sexual tension in that cave had been so intense it was in danger of destroying our friendship completely. They still drive me to the brink of insanity, but I now find different ways of cooling my temper down before blowing up at them.

Mostly,at least.

Watching as Huck leans over Dario possessively, crowding him into the stone wall, shouldn’t be as insanely hot as it is. I can’t help but imagine that Huck is a dirty bastard, growling all these nasty things to innocent little Dario as he blushes so prettily.

Dar is the epitome of pure, his face reddening at any implication of something even remotely sexual, and I’ve seen Huck’s reaction to him. His face turns into something almost sinful as he readjusts himself. His movements become progressively more possessive and powerful, and like now, he’ll quickly find a way to be close to his green-eyed obsession.

They are my friends, but what can I say, except I’m eighteen, stuck alone on an island with all males? It’s not like I haven’t heard what some of the other guys get up to in these caves. I ignore my throbbing cock as I watch my friends, hoping for once they finally get the nerve to take this thing they have to the next level.

Not for my sake, but for their own.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hiss out in a whisper, smacking my thighs as I watch a nervous Dario slink his way under Hucks’ arm. A coy smile on his face as he talks like nothing is different between them. He grabs Huck’s hand like he always does, and they walk into their cave.

“They’ll get there eventually.” I jump, his voice not one I was expecting. It feels like most of the people here can barely tolerate me. I’m normally left to my own devices. I guess it’s why I get into so much trouble.

“What the hell do you want, Rafferty?”

“You know the deal. Sirens ring in an hour and I thought I’d stop by for a visit before then.” Raff’s reply shocks me. I stand, maybe I’ll get going. I’m not used to the extra head start. He looks me up and down, his eyes briefly pausing at my hard cock before looking up at my eyes. The heat rushes to my face, but I can’t read his expression as his eyes glint back at me.

“Sit, talk with me for a while. You know nothing can happen to you now. It’s not like I haven’t helped you before.” He smiles mischievously, taking a longer look over my body this time, and I splutter. He certainly hasn’t helped me withthat. I stare at him in disbelief as he sinks down next to where I had been sitting at the foot of my cave.

What is he playing at?

“Hardly help. Huck would’ve sorted it,” I grumble, taking his context an entirely a different direction. I scuff my feet at the moss growing between the rocks. As it comes loose, I kick it away, tumbling down to the ground below. He lifts an eyebrow at me, his thin lips tilted, my defiance, clearly amusing him. My cock throbs and I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.

I hate this guy.

“Rafferty,” I spin round, looking down at a man I don’t recognise as he calls from below. Dressed in the same uniform as Raff, I know without a doubt, this man is one of the hunters. With serious golden eyes and a gruff voice, the man seems like he is in a hurry to get moving.

“It’s my brother, I’ve got to go,” he says. With catlike grace, he stands and stalks towards me. I go rigid, my eyes trailing his movements as comes closer. “Until next time,” he whispers softly and for a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me. My eyes go wide as he walks away cackling.

The fucker booped my nose.

CHAPTER11

HUCK

Age Twenty-One

Solomon needs to grow the fuck up.

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