Page 24 of Marked By Feral Monsters
"I am, thank you," I whisper shyly. He nods once.
The quietest, I've noticed, is Arlo. I turn in my seat and look to the very back of the car. We lock eyes for a moment, but he looks away first, a few seconds later.
Does he feel like he has to choose me, to go along with all of this, because his pack mates want this? And I know they do. Nico and Teddy won't stop grinning. West is still staring, afraid to look away. His thigh brushes mine, and his hand comes around my shoulders, warming me, comforting me. Knox keeps looking back, eager to get out of this car… to… do what? What comes next?
After a long, quiet drive, we pull up to an underground garage. "Where are we?" I ask, though I'm pretty sure they already told me where we were headed.
"Home."
Just like that. Home. I shouldn't feel that word settle in my heart, but I do.
"Why am I just going along with this?" I mutter. I know the answer. Not everything monster-related has an explanation. Still, my lack of argument is perplexing. I'm an organizer. A planner.
I like to know steps A, B and C.
The five of them shuffle me forward into the elevator. The doors click shut silently. It's Arlo who answers my question. Quietly, and from the back. Almost as if he's talking to himself.
"You're going along with it, because there's some part of you that knows you're safe with us. That we would never harm you. But Lily, you should know, werewolves are very possessive of their mates. Don't expect to spend any time away from us for the foreseeable future."
Despite the calm, almost indifference in his voice, I can feel the possessiveness. It curls out of his words, grabbing hold of me. Warmth fills me when I turn back and catch his eyes. Hispupils are blown, with gold flashing briefly. His wolf is with us. Watching. Waiting.
Arlo looks at me like I'm prey. It's intoxicating. He's the most unsuspecting one of them all, I decide, and when I look away, I can practically feel his intent searing into me. He's going to claim me. And soon.
Arlodoeswant me. Maybe more than anything else. I don't know how I know that, but I do. My pussy floods with need again, and I'm not wearing panties because Arlo stole them, and it trickles down my thigh.
West tilts his head against mine, looks up, sniffs the air, takes a deep haul, then pins me with his gaze. He doesn't have to say a word. His eyes are on fire, blazing with promise. An electric buzz swarms through me, and my knees grow weak. He looks away just as the doors open.
Knox lifts me again, tossing me over his shoulder. I squeak, losing all good sense when his hand wraps around my ass. My pussy clenches in response. Maybe it's because they can smell what they do to me, but I'm not surprised when I'm carried through what looks like a sterile bachelor pad apartment and straight into a bedroom.
It smells clean, and when Knox lets the front of my body drag against his, and I can feel the massive bulge between his legs, I blush and look away, to take in the room. The bed is massive. A California king at least. The walls are bare, hardly any artwork. There's a TV in the corner with a video game console. I guess, despite the species, not much changes.
I stand there in the middle of the room, beside the bed, with all five of them looking at me, starving for a bite. My stomach dips, and I squeeze my legs together. "Okay," I say on a shaky breath. "But how does it work with all five of you?"
All I receive are five feral grins.
And then they pounce.
Nico removes my shirt while Teddy tugs at my skirt, shimmying it down my hips. West waits, licking his lips, showing off those sharp teeth.
Once they strip me naked, Teddy and Nico do the same, tearing off their clothes with rapid efficiency.
"Come here," Knox says. "Take off my clothes."
Maybe he's testing me to see if this is what I really want. It's an out-of-body experience, to be honest. In the time it takes me to take three cautious steps, I know exactly what I want, what I'm ready for. This is no longer about my comfort zone. I'm way past that.
This is about me. And about them. I've been on a roller coaster. But how fast these five are pulling me into their group? Knowing weres have so much trouble finding mates? They must need me as much as I need them.
This is about me, and them. It's about us.
By the time I reach Knox, I'm already frantically tugging at his pants. He doesn't help. I unbuckle, then unzip and push them down, nearly getting slapped in the face by his thick cock.
I can't resist, because I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my entire life. Before I stand, I wrap my lips around him and suck. It's too big to get even half in my mouth, even if I deep-throated him, but he wraps his firm hand, fingers tipped in claws, around my neck, giving me a spine-tingling scratch, then pushes himself further in.
"Naughty girl."
The pressure on my throat burns, claws scraping my skin, but it only makes me hotter. He releases me and steps back, my saliva stretching from my lips to him. Then he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest. His pecs are huge and shapely, his abdominal muscles clearly defined, bulging biceps nearly the size of my head. A deep V carves into his pelvis,leading a trail down to his massive cock, glistening from my saliva, pointed straight into the air.
Knox winks, then West commands, "Get on the bed, Lily. On your knees."
