But Olivia...even with all the dangerous strings attached...
For a moment, I freeze. I feel a surge of jealousy and anger that I wasn't the one to claim her first, but I push it down. This isn't about me.
I grit my teeth and step away from them, going to the helm of the boat. We've got to get out to sea again; we have plenty of supplies, we're all set. I find a pile of nesting supplies dropped unceremoniously at the door, and I realize this must have happened fast.
Olivia has lured them in so effectively.
Did she plan this? Was she trying to destroy us?
Is she a double agent?
I'll have to find out.
11
Olivia
I'mlostinmymen, begging them to fuck me, to use me, to fill me. Our scents mingle and fill the bedroom, their seed drips down my thighs.
I've never felt thisgood.
This hungry.
I ask them to mark me, but they refuse. Even in the haze of their rut, they refuse.
I cry and beg, but they are resolute.
They won't mark me because they know it's permanent.
I'll be theirs forever if they take a part of me.
The thought of being theirs, always and forever, makes me wild for them.
They fuck me through the day and through the night. They fuck me until I beg for a break, but they don't stop.
They don't give me a moment's rest.
They take me and take me and take me until we're all exhausted and feeling the effects of their seed burning through my system.
When they finally let me rest, they fall on the bed beside me, exhausted and spent.
They stay close to me, petting me and softly whispering to me.
And just like that...it's over.
My heat.
And I realize what I've done.
I wake up to the quiet sounds of Phoenix and Liam breathing, the three of us tangled up together. The whole room seems to vibrate, the hum of a motor beneath us.
Yeah...that is a motor.
We're moving.
I sit upright, Phoenix's extended arm sliding down to my hips. I gingerly move out of his grasp, but neither of them wake up when I scoot to the end of the bed; they just cuddle up together.
It's actually really cute.