I never consideredthisoutcome.
Oh, Gods. Maybe I’m dreaming?I think, dizzy all over again.
I’m surrounded by three men, all of them exuding a masculine prowess that’s making it hard to breathe. Every inhale is a mixture of their scents—smoke, pine, and spice. It… I…
Why am I suddenly so sensitive to smell? And why do their aromas make me want to lay them down across the ground and roll all over them?
Beast’s thumb leaves my mouth, only to be replaced by his lips.
Hislips.
All luscious and plump and soft, yet hard and demanding as well. It’s a conundrum that stirs conflict inside me. Shock, too.
Because what is happening?
Why is this man kissing me?
And why… why am I just allowing it?
It’s quick. Too quick. And only his lips. But I swear he leaves a brand behind, the burning touch searing me to my soul.
What is happening to me?I should be screaming. Trying to wake up.Anythingother than standing here, staring into his beautiful green eyes while two other men hold me like I’m theirs.
“I need you to be a good girl for us and do what we tell you to do,” Beast says. “Can you do that, Ailsa? Can you be our good girl?”
I blink at him. His words should come off as condescending, but they don’t. It’s… it’s the purr in his voice. Something growly. Something I can’t define. It makes me want to obey him, topleasehim.
Which is how I find myself nodding in response.
He smiles, the sight of it so stunning that I can barely think.
And then he kisses me again. Briefly. Just a brush of his lips against mine.
I melt in response.
This is insane, I think.Utterly… insane.
Yet my knees feel weak, and my brain resembles mush.
This place is messing with my mind.
Or I really am dreaming.
Gods, I hope this is a dream.
But do I? Do I really want this to end?
I… I don’t know.
“Catum is going to cloak you,” Beast tells me. “Don’t fight him.”
Catum?I repeat to myself, borderline delirious.Who is Catum?
Master Pillar’s hands roam up my sides, over Craze’s arm, until his palms are cupping my face. “Look at me, Miss Marvel.”
I swallow and do what he says, completely hypnotized by his voice and his presence. Beast has stepped back, yet I can still feel his eyes on me.
And Craze is against my back, his chest solid and hard as he softly vibrates behind me. I don’t even know how he’s making that sound or why he’s making it, but it’s comforting.
