Ugh. It feels like a tree fell on my head.
Every part of me aches, but especially my insides.
I groan, trying to curl into a ball, only to come up against a hard wall of flesh. I freeze, my heart leaping into my throat.
Warmth washes over me, touching me all the way to my toes.
“Morning, gorgeous,” a deep voice rumbles, fingers combing through my hair. “Well, evening, technically. You’ve slept all day.”
I swallow.Where am I?
Everything feels so hazy.
So unclear.
So… so…unreal.
Because the fantasy unfolding in my mind can’t be accurate.
Tieran forcing me to shift. Followed by a chase. Volt catching me. Both of them… I shiver, the vivid memory of having them inside me making my thighs clench, which stirs another whine from deep within.
Becauseow.
“Shhh,” the masculine wall hums.
Caius, I recognize, his peppermint scent surrounding me. But there are hints of pine and coppery ash, too.
I force my eyes open and take in all the smooth skin in front of me.
Caius’s chest is a work of art. All tapered lines and lean muscle. His shoulders are just as firm, as are his arms and his abdomen.
He’s not as big as Volt. He’s also missing the ink on his arms and chest.
Volt is all strength and intimidating muscle.
Caius is sleek, almost panther-like.
And Tieran is all power.
The three of them together is an intoxicatingly dangerous situation. They represent a dark drug I shouldn’t crave. Yet I find my gaze slowly sliding up the strong cords of Caius’s neck to take in the five o’clock shadow of dark hair dusting his chiseled jaw, all the way up to his grayish green eyes.
“Hi, beautiful,” he whispers, his full lips curling into a welcome grin. “How are you feeling?”
I swallow again, trying to dislodge the rocks that seem to have taken residence in my throat. “Sore,” I manage to choke out. “Confused.”
The latter is an admission I hate to make, but a necessary one. Because I really am confused. I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not, or how I ended up here.
Or why I feel this sudden urge to rub all over his body and bite his neck like he’s my male to claim.
But Ireallywant to lick him.
No, my wolf wants to lick him.
Maybe we both do.
It’s hard to distinguish her needs from mine, something that makes me frown.I can’t suppress her anymore,I realize. That place I used to put her in my mind to block the temptation to shift is no longer there.
It’s… gone.
