Page 23 of Marked By Feral Monsters
West rapidly thrashes my clit with his fingers, while his other fingers pump into me, and the tremor yanks through my whole body in release. The pleasure comes in rolling waves, unrelenting and brutal. It all just bursts out of me.
All the anxiousness, the fear of not being enough for someone—but I'm right here with five someones, and they're all focused on me—it's too much. I come hard and lose all my stability with the release.
West's fingers still pump inside me, but I'm coming down, my clit sensitive to the touch, my body shivering. Their hands release me, and I curl into a ball, pulling away from them. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling vulnerable and raw and shaken. The light is suddenly too bright. And was it always so cold in here? I don't know what's wrong with me. This is all too much. Too weird.
I just came with five strangers.
My body wracks with tremors. They try to touch me, to hug me, but I wince and squirm away. They whisper to each other in low tones. I force my eyes open and meet West's. His face is still wet, slick with my cum. Brows still furrowed.
My cheeks burn. Something stirs inside me, fluttering in my stomach, crawling up to my heart. I open my mouth to say something, anything, to apologize for failing, for not being what they expected, when Knox leans down and picks me up. I protest weakly before settling into his arms.
I am human. But spending so much time around monsters has forced me to acknowledge that not everything can be explained. Not everything needs to be.
So, I don't question the immediate sensation of calm and comfort that settles over me.
I've known them for less than an hour, and I feel as if it's been a lifetime. And Keely and Braden told me they know these wolves, and I trust the fae twins.
One of the security guards asks if I'm okay as Knox carries me out the door into the club toward the main entrance. I mutter, "Mmyuhh," before one of the guys says, "We're taking our mate home. Talk to Mara, she's aware."
And with that, I'm carried outside and stuffed into an SUV. We don't leave right away; it takes a few minutes for all the guys to join us.
"My bag," I mumble, but Teddy holds it up after climbing in.
"The twins gave us all your things."
I nod, as if that makes perfect sense. Like all of this makes perfect sense.
Seated between two wolves, with two more in the front and one in the last seat behind us, I feel like I've stepped into an alternate reality. There's so much tension in the air. I'm nervous and spent, but they're acting so normal, it makes me feel like I'm maybe standing on solid ground. Is that what this mate thing is? Stability?
"What now?" I whisper.
"Now, we take you home," West says.
I don't say anything right away. They sound so sure about all of this. A private room at the club is one thing. Taking me home? It makes this real.Reallyreal.
And they're acting so calm, so normal, like all of this is exactly how they expected the night to go. But I've had expectations before, and they blew up in my face. Since my split, I refuse to be misled or manipulated. My feelings for these five men, despite knowing them for only an hour, already surpass my feelings for Danny, and that scares me more than anything. More than allowing these complete strangers to shuffle me into a dark car and carry me off into the night.
"Are you sure?" I ask, sounding as meek as I did when Knox picked me up off the bed.
"Without a single doubt, darling," Nico says confidently.
His black hair is delightfully messy, brows and eyes so dark they complement his golden brown skin. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and dimples in his cheeks that show withouteven smiling, I know he's aware of how dangerously sexy he is. But he's staring at me like I might be his salvation.Me.
He adds, "You changed my life the other night, sweetheart. Did you know that? Do you have any idea what you've done to me?"
My mouth drops open when Teddy says, "When you opened the door and walked into the room, we caught your scent. It was too late to back away, or to explain who you were to us. Watching Nico come, being able to scent you… then when you put your hands on me… I've never felt anything like it."
Teddy's hair is long—it tickled my thighs—and his eyes are warm and kind. He's handsome, but sweet, too. His pale cheeks blush pink.
The car is quiet again. I look around at all the guys and catch West staring at me. He's the tallest in the group, but thinner, fitter. His skin is dark, and in the car, with only street lights, his eyes seem even darker.
This is so surreal. He's looking at me like he knows me. And I feel star-struck by all this beauty, this intense masculinity. Hair cropped short, with tight coils that felt soft between my thighs, he made me come like it was his job, like heneededto.
Knox is a little rough around the edges. West is serious, but gentle. Teddy felt playful, and Nico a menace.
West says nothing, but continues to gaze, like he's trying to figure me out. Right back at you, buddy. He doesn't look away, even when Knox pulls my attention to the front.
"Are you doing okay, Lily?" He's the biggest of the five, with a deep voice that matches his appearance. His brow is heavy and scowling. He's huge, broad and thick. His arms are massive, straining against his black shirt, with dark tattoos crawling up the collar, contrasting against his light skin.
