ISLA’S POV~
I was drowning in heat.
But it wasn’t the type of heat you get from a fever; this was a heavy, wet blanket that smelled like musk, rain, and something sharp.
I felt pressure on my chest, like a large animal was sleeping on me.
My legs were pinned open, something rough rubbing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
I tried to move, but my arms were caught.
I tried to speak, but my mouth was full of a tongue, so thick and wet, pushing against my own.
This isn’t a dream, a small, rational voice in the back of my head whispered.
Dreams don’t smell this real.
Dreams don’t hurt this much.
My eyes fluttered open.
The room was dark, shadows stretching across the ceiling, but I didn’t need light to know who was on top of me.
The weight was unmistakable.
The heat radiating off him was searing.
I gasped, choking on the air, and the tongue in my mouth retreated.
“Shh,” Maddox murmured against my lips.
He didn’t pull away.
He just hovered there, his forehead resting against mine.
His eyes were glowing, faint amber in the dark, dilated so wide the iris was just a thin ring.
“You’re awake.
Good.”
I blinked, trying to focus.
“Maddox?” My voice was raspy.
“We’re all here, Isla,” he whispered.
He sounded reverent, like he was in a church, but his hands were on my throat, his thumb pressing into my windpipe just enough to make me aware of it.
I tried to lift my head.
That’s when I realized the full scope of the nightmare.
Or maybe it was a fantasy.
I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
Slade was at my feet.
He had my left leg thrown over his shoulder.
His face was buried in my calf, but he wasn’t kissing me.
He was licking me.
Long, rough strokes of his tongue from my ankle up to my knee, tasting the skin like he was trying to memorize the salt there.
Brock was on my right side.
He had my right wrist pinned to the mattress with one hand.
With the other, he was tracing the veins in my forearm, his touch was cold, but his eyes were burning.
And Colt…
I felt a hot breath ghost over my wet, swollen folds.
I looked down, panic spiking in my chest.
Colt was crouched between my legs, his shoulders pushing my thighs so wide apart I felt a stretch in my hips.
He looked up at me, grinning, his chin already shiny with my arousal.
“She’s dripping,” Colt said, his voice a low purr.
“Look at this, guys.
She’s soaking the sheets.”
“Get off,” I tried to say, but it came out as a whimper.
“No,” Slade growled from my feet.
He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His lips were red, swollen.
“You don’t get to say no.
Not tonight.
Not when you smell like this.”
He leaned forward, crawling up the bed on his hands and knees.
The mattress dipped under his weight.
He stopped when he was hovering over my torso, his chest brushing my nipples.
“You smell like want,” Slade whispered.
He lowered his head and bit my neck.
It wasn’t a love bite.
It was a claim.
His teeth sank into the muscle where my neck met my shoulder.
I hissed, my back arching off the mattress.
The pain was sharp, electric, shooting straight down to my clit.
“Slade!” I yelled, or I tried to.
Maddox swallowed the sound.
He kissed me again, harder this time.
He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, mimicking what he wanted to do lower down.
He groaned, a low, vibrating sound in his chest that I felt against my own ribs.
While Maddox was kissing me, distracting me, I felt hands everywhere else.
Brock released my wrist, but only so he could grab both of my breasts.
He squeezed them, hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
He twisted my nipples, pulling them, stretching them.
It hurt.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Look at her,” Brock murmured.
“Her body knows.
Even if her brain is fighting it.”
“I’m not…” I gasped into Maddox’s mouth.
“I’m not fighting it.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
And they were true.
My body was on fire.
The mate bond was like a parasite that had woken up and was screaming YES.
My hips were bucking on their own, seeking friction.
I was wet, so wet it was embarrassing.
I could feel the slickness coating my inner thighs, cooling in the air, only to be replaced by more heat.
Colt didn’t wait any longer.
He buried his face in my pussy.
The sensation was blinding.
He didn’t tease.
He went straight for the kill.
His tongue was flat and wide, dragging up the entire length of my slit, from my entrance all the way to my clit.
He lapped at me like a starving animal, sucking the hood of my clit into his mouth and flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh my goodness,” I screamed, breaking the kiss with Maddox.
“That’s it,” Maddox growled.
He moved his mouth to my ear, biting the lobe.
“Scream for us.”
Slade moved down to my other breast.
He latched onto the nipple, sucking brutally hard.
He used his teeth, grazing the peak, sending jolts of pain-pleasure through my nervous system.
I was being devoured.
I couldn’t focus on one sensation because there were too many.
Maddox’s weight on my chest.
Slade’s teeth on my breast.
Brock’s hands twisting my nipples.
Colt’s tongue in my pussy.
“Please,” I begged.
I didn’t know what I was begging for.
Relief?
More?
“Not yet,” Brock said.
He released my breasts and moved his hand down my stomach.
He slid two fingers into my pussy, right alongside Colt’s tongue.
I nearly blacked out.
The stretch was immense.
They were filling me up.
Brock curled his fingers, finding that rough spot inside me, and rubbed it relentlessly.
Colt kept sucking my clit.
“She’s going to come,” Colt mumbled against my folds, the vibration sending sparks through me.
“Hold her down,” Brock ordered.
Maddox shifted his weight, pinning my arms above my head with one hand.
Slade grabbed my hips, holding me still against the mattress.
I was trapped.
I was a prisoner of their pleasure.
And I loved it.
The shame was there, burning in the back of my throat, but the pleasure was stronger.
I could feel the orgasm building, a massive wave of pressure in my lower belly.
My toes curled.
My thighs shook.
“Let her go,” Maddox said, his voice thick with lust.
“Let her cum.”
Brock rubbed that spot inside me harder.
Colt bit my clit, just a little.
The wave broke.
I didn’t just moan; I howled.
My body seized, locking up rigid.
My pussy clamped down on Brock’s fingers, milking them.
I felt the gush of wetness, that was too hot and heavy, flooding out of me, soaking Colt’s face, soaking the sheets.
I saw white stars.
I felt like I was floating.
The pleasure was so intense it bordered on agony.
I was sobbing, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes, but I couldn’t stop shaking.
They didn’t stop.
They rode the aftershocks.
Slade licked the tears off my cheeks.
Colt kept lapping at my folds, drinking up every drop of my release.
“So sweet,” Colt whispered, lifting his head.
His face was covered in my juices.
He looked feral.
“Tastes like honey and rain.”
I laid there, panting, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon.
My limbs felt like lead.
I was completely spent.
The room was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of our heavy breathing and the wet, sticky sounds of them touching me.
Then, a rational part of my brain came crashing back.
I looked at them.
Four of them.
Surrounding me.
Touching me.
Marking me.
I felt the drying cum on my thighs.
I felt the bruise on my neck.
I felt the raw, scraped feeling of their stubble on my skin.
Shame hit me hard like a bucket of ice water.
I yanked my arm away from Maddox.
I kicked my leg, hitting Slade a little in the chest.
“Get off!” I snarled, my voice cracking.
I scrambled backward, pulling the sheet up to my chin, covering my nakedness.
I glared at them.
“Get out!
All of you!”
Maddox looked hurt, his brow furrowing.
“Isla…”
“Don’t,” I spat, trembling with a mix of adrenaline and post-orgasmic rage.
“I said get out!
You…
you animals!
You didn’t even ask!”
Slade wiped his mouth, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You didn’t ask us to stop.”
“I was asleep!” I yelled, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.
It hit his chest with a soft thud.
“Get out!
I need to wash!
You smell like…
like sex and dirt!
Get out!
All of you!”
Slade just grinned.
“Feisty.
I like it.”
“Slade,” Brock suddenly said.
“Let go of her.”
“No.” Slade didn’t even look up.
“She’s mine tonight.
I’m not sharing.”
Brock sighed.
It was a heavy, disappointed sound.
He walked over and kicked Slade’s hand away from my ankle.
Slade snarled and lunged, snapping his jaws at Brock’s leg.
Brock sidestepped it easily, like he was dealing with a puppy.
“You’re losing it,” Brock said, looking down at him.
“Can’t you feel it?
The air in here?
It’s so thick with testosterone I can barely breathe.
If we stay, one of us is going to snap.”
Slade’s face crumbled.
Rage was still there, but confusion clouded it.
“I…
I wouldn’t hurt her.”
“You will,” Brock said brutally.
“Because you can’t control yourself.
The scent of her heat is short-circuiting your brain.
We need to go.
We need to run until our lungs burn and our dicks are numb.
Or we are going to eat her alive.”
Brock grabbed the back of Slade’s neck and squeezed.
Hard.
“We are leaving,” Brock growled.
“And if you fight me on this, I will break your arm.
Do you understand me?”
Slade let out a long, whining sound, like a wolf in pain.
He looked at me one last time, a look of desperate, starving hunger and then he shoved past Brock, ripping the door open so hard the handle left a dent in the wall.
“Let’s go,” Slade snarled, disappearing into the hallway.
“Before I change my mind.”