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King stares at me with the harshest gaze, like he's trying to drill his way into my brain cavity and pick through all of my innermost thoughts. Then he drops his face so it's level with mine.
The three of us still moving and grinding against one another.
Rex continues biting, sucking on my throat, my exposed shoulder, dragging my skin between his teeth. I know I should get him to stop. Tell him no, but it's like my tongue has been swallowed down my throat and is currently being dissolved in acid. Because King is in my face, his mouth ghosting over mine in something that is not quite a kiss and I pant against his plump, parted lips.
Heat travels up my neck, the assaulting attention almost hard enough to be called violent, but I like it, and I don't stop, and I want to close my eyes. Escape the intensity that is clearly Groveton College's own idol. The way his grey eyes turn to flint the longer he stares at me should feel intimidating. But it feels strangely safe. The way he defended me earlier.Savedme. This man is clearly no hero, but he feels kinda like mine.
A hero just for me.
Rex and King's hands sweep over my body, up and down the exposed skin of my sides, over my jean covered arse, the tops of my thighs. Rex's bare chest is plastered to my back, his body almost draping over mine like some sort of human skin cloak and it feels good. I can't remember the last time I wasn't high and actually enjoyed being touched. I feel all of my wound up insides uncoiling, but then the lights go out, the music stops and everything inside me becomes granite.
My nails carve into King's chest, clinging to him as Rex's mouth unlatches from my shoulder and he says something to King. A rumbling in my ear. Deep, melodic, but it's as though it's drifting away from me. Sound. Their warmth and this room. Blackness infecting me like it's being injected into my every orifice. Wisps of bleakness curling around my organs and constricting like a boa of emptiness.
“Poppy.”
My lungs heave, my nails bite down harder into the solid surface beneath them and my eyes see nothing, my head too heavy for my shoulders.
There's panic.
It shows itself like red spiderwebs in the whites of her pretty blue eyes.
She speaks to me, but I hear nothing as my nails claw into the back of her hand splayed over my little chest. She pushes me back, with a finger to her red lips, the top one shaped like a little heart. She forces me to the back of the kitchen cupboard, pressure on my shoulder making me sit. My bottom hits the wood beneath me, knees drawn up to my chest, but I don't release her hand and she yanks it away, leaving me with bloody fingers on my chubby hands.
The door is closed on me, and I breathe harder. My eyes wide, trying to see in the dark. I don't have my little bear with the light up tummy in here, Mummy said I can press him to light up whenever I feel afraid in the dark.
I stay quiet as I hear Mummy speak, but she's too far away from me to hear what she's saying. I frown at the tone, she sounds like me when I fell and cut my knee. She wiped my tears with soft thumbs, gave me that warm, comforting smile, and kissed it better, getting blood on her lips which made me gasp and her giggle.
There's thudding, and I don't move. It's a constant sound, and my mummy cries.
Thud, thud, thud.
Over and over and over, and then there's screaming.
“Poppy!”
My eyes fly open, the room is still in darkness, a mass of voices muffle in my buzzing ears, but I can see him. King. His hands on my upper arms, someone else's hand fisting in my thick hair, forcing my head back so I'm staring into dark grey eyes.
I draw in a deep breath, his fingers flexing on my bare skin. Rex at my back is wrapped around me, craning his head over my shoulder to get a good look at my face.
“Treasure?” a third voice calls and my attention diverts on autopilot to it.
Him.
Lynx.
His big hand is coming towards me, then it’s on my face, cupping my clammy cheek. Concern creases between his dark brows, his peach coloured lips thinned into a line.
My chest rises and falls heavily, my lungs feeling like lead balloons.
“You okay?” he asks lowly, his voice a soothing rumble.
I nod, slowly, cautiously, swallowing dryly, I breathe him in. Red berries and rich cedar, warm and bright.
“I'm okay,” I almost whisper, dropping my gaze in shame.
Embarrassment is hot in my cheeks, clawing its way up my neck from my chest. Red blooming in my pale skin which thankfully they cannot see.
The room is in darkness, but laughs and hoots and giggling whispers start to reach my ears. Penetrating my panic. I swallow again, King's finger and thumb on my chin, he directs my face back to his, Lynx's big hand sliding to the side of my throat.
