Page 163 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Deep in low pack territory.
I suck in a full breath, my muscles relaxing for the first time in days. Trev’s face is lined with concern, more open than it was when they came to rescue me. I stare at him for a few moments while I gather my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” he asks before I can think of something to say.
A lie is on the tip of my tongue, but it doesn’t feel right to deceive him. “Not really,” I say, voice shaking slightly as emotions try to overwhelm me. I push it all down, not ready to process what happened yet.
All in all, it could have been worse.
I could have been awake for all of it.
They could have hurt me.
I should be thankful, right?
“I should kill her,” he whispers, clenching his fists on his knees.
“She’s not worth it.” I reach for his hand, grabbing it and uncurling his fingers and putting my palm in his. “You can’t.”
“I won’t, but I want to.” Even though it’s dark, I swear I can see a glint of rage in his gaze.
“What now?” I ask, squeezing his hand. “What do we do?”
“We’ll be safe for a while. They can’t trace us to this hotel. Right now, all I care about is you. What did they do to you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glance at the room. “Not right now.”
“We should go inside.” He starts to pull away, but I tighten my grasp and scoot across the seat, turning so I can climb into his lap and straddle him. Then I release his hand so his arms can wrap around my waist. Trev presses his cheek to my chest, and I cling to him, running my nails over his back.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” I confess, staring out of the back window.
“Let’s get you inside for a shower.”
Trev guides me inside. The guys all give me space while Trev turns on the taps. I want to go to all of them, but I smell embarrassingly disgusting. Trev kisses my forehead, not even cringing at the amount of grime covering my skin.
“Take all the time you need.” He shuts the door behind him, but I open it. He turns back around with lines of confusion covering his face.
“I need it open,” I whisper.
Understanding smooths his features, and he nods, leaving the door ajar so I can shower without feeling trapped. The hot water is divine but even the warmth isn’t enough to soothe the ache in my chest. I need my mates. Need their scents covering me. The water is filthy as it washes the dirt from my body. Grabbing the hotel bottle of soap, I scrub my body until my skin is red and the water runs clear. I quickly shampoo and condition my hair, desperate to get back to the men and let them distract me. A fresh set of clothes sits on the counter. They even remembered to bring my clothes. The thoughtfulness makes my chest tighten, but I swallow back every emotion and pull on the soft underwear, yoga pants, and T-shirt.
Trev meets me at the door when I finish. I immediately wrap myself around him, soaking up his body heat. His hands run all over me, sending gooseflesh chasing after his touch.
“You’re ours,” he says, pulling back to look at me. “Mine. You know that? We’d never let anyone keep you from us.”
Dragging my nails up his back, I nod. “Yours.” I rub against him, desperate for a distraction. Anything to keep the memory of the alpha with the needle from invading my brain. Something to make me feel something other than terror and sorrow.
“Whit.” He frowns. “You need time. We don’t have to do this.”
Leaning toward him, I bring my lips to his throat. “What I need is an alpha knot to help me forget everything.” I lick his neck before placing a kiss against his skin.
His chest rumbles, but he shakes his head. “It’s too soon—”
“No,” I snap, grabbing the back of his neck with my hand and pressing my lips to his. “Please.” I trace my tongue over the seam of his lips, but he denies me entry. “I’m so wet,” I whisper against his mouth, grabbing his erection. “Please,” I say, this time with tears filling my eyes.
He stiffens, and I wilt with shame.
What am I doing? I’m trying to force myself on him so I don’t have to feel.
