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The house is a mess.
There are discarded cups, cigarette ends, pinched blunts, all of them thrown wherever the person discarding it decided to toss them. There's spilled drinks on the kitchen tiles, toppled cups on the countertops spilling their leftovers onto the floor. And I can smell it all. Swirling together.
Bitter beer, acrid spirits, sweet fruit juices, sugary energy drinks, all of it together has my nose wrinkling in overwhelmed disgust. My fingers itch to collect the recycling, sort it from the rubbish, grab a wet cloth and wipe up the spillages. Something to keep me busy. Occupy my brain. Keep my mind from dissolving into the dark.
Outside the sky is pitch. I stare out of the front window watching as street lamps flicker, their orange glow fading in and out as stormy wind violently whips around large white chunks of snow.
I don't know why I'm still here. Why I'm not already half way back to my dorm, with or without Lynx. Like a compulsion, I feel the need to stay,wantto stay. It might just be the stupidest thing I've ever done. I don't know these boys,men.I've only been onthis continent a week and I'm already agreeing to things that are wholly unlike me.
Maybe that's why I'm staying.
Maybe it's the storm.
Changing winds.
Maybe it's the fact I freaked out in a room full of strangers and the two boys I was with didn't laugh at me, mock me, point and joke and ridicule. One of them held me tighter, the other handed me a torch.
On instinct, like they justknew.
I shiver as Rex presses himself into my back, the metal through his nipples icy against my overheated skin. He curves his arms over my bare shoulders, holding his own hands where they hang over my belly. His chin comes to rest on my shoulder, and I watch him in the reflection of the window as he smiles at me, watching me, too, in the darkened glass. My hands cimb to his forearms automatically, fingers curling over his colourfully inked skin.
“We're going to bed,” he rumbles, deep, thick, low, the sound travels through me, ricocheting through my skeleton.
We're.
My head tells me he means him and his friends.
Instinct tells me he meansus.
The four of us together.
His lips skate over the blooming purple patches on the side of my neck, courtesy of him and Lynx, a sharp sting making me tremble as his teeth grate over it. His light green eyes honed in on our reflection, he rocks me in his embrace, swaying us side to side, continuing to mouth at my throat.
“You want to sleep between all of us, Kitten?” he rasps, nipping my bruised skin, rocking his hips into mine, pressing the hard swell of his cock against the top of my arse.
Breath sails through my parted lips. Heat spearing throughout my lower belly, my thighs clench, nails digging into his arms. His low chuckle rumbles down my spine, exhales hot in the crook of my neck.
Heart hammering, I squirm in his arms, clutching his muscular forearms tighter, closer.
“Words, Poppy,” he demands, nipping and sucking on my throat. Drawing back, his eyes on my neck, he groans, flexing his hips into me, “I want to mark you like this all over. Make sure everyone fucking knows this was me.”
“And Lynx,” I half whisper, half choke out.
His smirk reforms, chin coming back to my shoulder, “Mmm, and Lynx,” he hums in agreement. “That where you wanna be? Between us, watching us fuck, but feeling our hands on you.”
I'm trembling in his hold now, full body rattling with need. His words raking their way up my spine like a winter's chill.
“I'll show you jus-”
“Rex,” King says gruffly at our backs, his huge, god-like body stepping into the frame of our reflection. “Poppy,” he rasps, eyes on mine in the glass. “Ready?”
I glance down, all of Rex's pale skin decorated like a renaissance painting, all colourful and delicate, like he's a ceiling mural. Grand, spectacular.
“You don't have to do anything you don’t wanna do, Kitten,” Rex whispers in my ear, but loud enough for King to hear. “We can just sleep.”
“Okay,” I reply, nerves firing through me because there's no way I'm going upstairs with these three men and only sleeping.
I won't be sleeping at all. Not with the lights out. It's that reason I should have taken up their offer of walking me back to the dorms. Where I have my lights, the open blinds, a street lamp right outside of it.
