Page 23 of Fighting Her Wolves

“Bedroom, darlin’?” Kerian asks.

Don’t ask me why I walk down the short hallway to my bedroom on the right. My bedroom walls are painted a light blue with accents of white and navy. A queen-size bed takes up most of the room. The soft comforter is a dark navy, the dozen pillows artfully arranged at the head of the bed. I have a small bedside table with a lamp that I turn on. I hardly ever turn on the overhead light. Two windows frame the bed. I go to them to shut the blinds. I don’t like the thought of someone being able to see in, so I bought black-out blinds to shut out the night.

I turn to see River fiddling with the pictures on my dresser and Kerian watching me move around the room.

“Do you want some blankets? I think I have some extra for whoever is going to take the couch,” I say, trying to remember where the hell I put them. My brain is not working at a regular speed.

“Come here,” Kerian asks roughly.

“What?” I ask weakly.

“Cupcake, come,” River demands, slipping his hands into his pockets.

I look between them, undecided about their intentions. I give in and walk to stand in front of them.

“We won’t fuck you tonight,” River grumbles. “We want you to be totally sober when we take you.”

“But we will make you feel good,” Kerian says, tilting his head. “Give you a taste of what we plan to have with you.”

I have lost the willpower to talk, walk, or back away. I stand on weak knees, waiting for them to make a move. They stare at me steadily, running their eyes all over me. I bite my lip, nervous or eager. I’m not sure which.

My body is definitely settling on eager.

River moves to my back, running his hand up my back softly, only to clench my hair in his fist and jerk my head back, exposing my neck to Kerian.

“Remember when I mentioned dirty?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp. Tingles of pleasure radiate down my body.

“I’m in the mood for some dirty,” he whispers in my ear. “What do you think, Kerian? In the mood for dirty?” He looks at him.

“I am. I’m curious to see how dirty we can get?” Kerian says.

“I have a feeling she likes dirty,” River guesses.

“Maybe we should hold back some. We don’t want to scare her,” Kerian decides.

River hums. “You might be right.” He eases his grip on my hair. “Leave something to look forward to.”

It’s embarrassingly arousing to hear them talk about me as if I’m not even in the room, except I can feel their hot gazes burning into me. All my objections and reasons to put a stop to this evaporate. I can go back to fighting the pull tomorrow, but I want to feel alive tonight.

River toys with one of the straps on my shoulder, caressing my skin. Kerian slips his finger into the neckline of my dress and pulls me towards him. “Do you want to play with us?” Kerian asks.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes.” I want this badly.

“I bet somewhere in this room, you have a toy you use on yourself,” he muses. My eyes widen as his head bends to mine. “Where is it?” he asks.

My mouth opens and closes, flustered. He’s right. Being a single girl with a healthy sex drive, I need a friend to care for my needs.

“Look at her rosy skin. I bet I could find it,” River taunts. I lose the heat at my back when he moves away to prowl around the room. “Just knowing a little about you, I don’t think you would put it in the obvious place.” He points at the nightstand. “Not there.” His eyes light with mischief. He turns in a circle when I stay silent, shock continuing to hold me. He walks over to my closet, looks at my expression, and grins. He eyes the shelves and reaches up to the top one. He moves my gun case out of the way and comes back with my toy.

“Naughty girl, no small bullet for you,” Kerian says, clucking his tongue.

Fuck no, a girl needs a man-size, not a tiny vibrating bullet…I don’t think I said that out loud.

River scoffs. “Hell no, she used this to prepare for us.” He sets it on the bed beside us and resumes his spot.

Nope, not out loud.

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