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“Let loose a bit,” Darius said, clutching the diary. “I saw the way you kept staring at her tits last night while she touched herself for us. You guys might’ve had something more innocent in high school, but it’s been four years. I bet she wants to fuck you just as much as you want to fuck her.”
Gaian pressed his lips together, then grimaced, not refuting a word Darius had just said.
“Open the diary,” I ordered.
Darius laid the diary flat on the kitchen table and opened it to the first page after the Table of Contents. We all, even Gaian, leaned forward to read Entry #1. It was dated a day before her eighteenth birthday.
This is wrong. This is so wrong.
I shouldn’t be thinking these dirty things about my best friends, but I can’t stop. Every time I see their faces, I can’t help but imagine them inside me, pinning and restraining me, using toys on me until I come over and over, fucking me out in public behind The Cane Diner dumpster during the daytime.
One Sunday morning, I’ll get the courage to bring them back there and kneel on the gravel in front of Thayer to take his cock down my throat, press my tits together so Gaian can fuck them because I always catch him staring, spread my legs for Darius to play with my clit as he fucks my ass from behind, and even rile Calder up enough for him to claim me.
Gods, I want them all to claim me.
A growl ripped out of my throat, my wolf awakening.
He had already been on edge since we had seen Sina at that party last night, but now, he was wide awake, ready to do whatever the hell we needed to do to keep Pretty Bird here and ours. No fucking way we would lose her again. She didn’t know what she meant to us.
And when her father came back to Durnbone to try to take her away for a second time, she’d be full with our pups. We would make sure of it. After reading the first damn entry in her little diary, it was clear as fucking day that she wanted us just as badly.
Her father would have no other choice than to accept it or else I’d kill him.
6
the bedroom
sina
Fuck.
I stared up at the bland white ceiling and grasped my pounding head, my stomach twisting and turning from the Midnight Moon I’d had last night. Slowly, I sat up and glanced around the room, my lips turning into a frown.
This was the first night that I’d slept in a bed since I had run away from Dad’s estate. It was much needed, a good time to relax. And, fuck, that dream I’d had last night of the four guys taking my diary was wild, telling me that they’d one day reenact all my fantasies and then me masturbating in front of them.
After swallowing hard, I pressed my legs together and pulled the blankets over to cover my body. Embarrassment washed over me, my cheeks flushing. If that had actually happened, I would die right on the spot.
But thatwouldbe a great new fantasy to place in my diary.
I slipped my hand underneath my pillow, where I had hidden the journal after I moved into Calder’s pack house, and reached for it. But it wasn’t there. I tore the pillow off the mattress and threw it to the other side of the room. Nothing.
My heart raced, and I jumped out of bed.
Oh no. No. No. No. No. No.
From my bed, to the dressers, to under the damn rugs, I searched for that diary like my life fucking depended on it. Because it did. But the more I searched, the less and less hope I had of finding the damn thing.
If I really had given them that journal last night, then they knew all my secrets.
Every single last fantasy.
I needed to get it back before they read it in its entirety.
After pulling on a silky lilac robe that I might’ve stolen from Dad’s home, I tied it around my waist and stuck my head out my bedroom door. The guys all had separate rooms, but their doors were wide open.
Creeping down the hall, I glanced in all their rooms and found nobody. My gaze landed upon the last door at the end of the hallway, which was Calder’s. He had to have stolen my diary, because he was the most possessive and crazy one of them all. He must’ve had it in there somewhere.
I looked around one last time to make sure that nobody was watching, then stepped into the large room. Twice the size of my room with a king-size bed, dressed in a black comforter in the center of the room, Calder’s room looked like it fit more than just an alpha.
