Page 107 of Unforgivable

Lyri

I clutch the bag, tossing an extra pair of jeans inside over one of Thjis' shirts. I won't take anything but a shirt from each of them. I need something to remember them by before I head into the wilderness by myself. I even take a shirt from each pup, smiling at the stains on Inuit's white tee. He'll be hitting puberty any day now, and I won't be there for him.

Choking back a sob, I wrap up some soap, even though I may not come off paws long enough to bathe. My heart is bleeding so badly that I'm surprised I don't see red blood dripping from my chest. I can't stay. I can't risk these males becoming hurt because of me. I disappear and just be a small, regrettable moment in their lives. But at least they'll be alive to hate me.

"Going somewhere, love?" Ezra's silky tone does nothing to hide the anger simmering underneath.

"Ez," I gasp, spinning around to see him enter the room with a jaded smile. "Um, I'm just..." Why is he in the house?!

"Running from your males?" he coos. A predatory smile crosses his face as he lungs forward, snatching my bag from my limp grasp. A toss, and it's caught by Thjis, who enters the room just behind him. I fight the sudden dizziness as Thjis rips open the bag, upending it all over.

"Did she even pack any money? Where the fuck do you think you were going so unprepared?" Rhet growls out from the window as he leaps gracefully inside.

"She's thinking of going wild," Thjis points out with his low growl.

"You planned this," I say softly, feeling utterly defeated. They set and sprung a trap for me. Tears burn, but I keep them at bay. It's not fair. I want to scream in frustration. I needed to save these males from ever dealing with my bullshit. I shut my eyes. I can't look at the disappointment on their faces.

"Pretty," Rhet purrs into my ear, his teeth nipping the lobe gently before he releases me and blows on my neck. I shiver as he murmurs intimately, "why don't you tell us why you're trying to leave us, foolishly try to leave us?"

"I can't," I whimper, still with my eyes closed.

"We won't let you go, baby, so why don't you tell us what's bothering you?" Thjis whispers in front of me.

I feel all three of them hem me in, enclosing me in warm, male body heat. My own body responds, awareness heightening. My wolf yearns to touch them, to have them touch me. To run with them or to have them tumble me down on the bed behind us, either way, she'll be happy.

"Love, won't you open your eyes and talk to us?" Ezra cajoles.

I shake my head mutely. No way will anything that comes out of my mouth right now be good. I have to stop myself from pleading with them to keepme. Please, keep me.

Something silky-soft suddenly drops over my eyes. I open my eyes, startled, only to be blinded by whatever is covering my eyes. Gasping, I reach up to take it off, but strong fingers wrap around my wrists and gently tug my arms back down to my sides.

"If you want to be blindfolded while we fuck you, you only had to ask, pretty thing," Rhet chuckles lowly.

I gasp again. That is definitely not what I-

Warm lips attach to mine, cutting off my silent protest. Hands skim over my body, removing my clothes, but the blindfold stays in place. My wolf struts, happy with the attention of her harem. Little she-whore.

Oh, my goddess, we have a harem. There's a startling thought that, for some bizarre reason, never occurred to me. Holy crap, I'm actually... lucky? Sort of. If I could stay...

"Tell us why you're trying to leave us," Rhet asks huskily, just as I fall backward slowly onto something soft, the bed.

I shake my head, incapable of words because those hands and mouths haven't stopped pulling pleasure from me. Warm lips trail down my belly to my core. My legs fall open without any fight whatsoever. More lips on my neck, my mouth. Those hands... That mouth... goddess, it should be illegal for the sake of my health.

"Tell us," another voice, I think it's my Sunshine, but it's getting hard to concentrate, and he doesn't sound very sunny right now.

Pleasure is building, a crescendo coming faster and faster as I mewl for my males, begging without words for the pleasure they bring me.

"Tell us, baby. Tell us."

I cry out as my orgasm hits, but it's not wordless, "It's him!" I sob as the pleasure rolls over me. It sends me crashing down, limbs trembling from the bliss and the cold fear as his name hovers on my lips, unsaid and just out of reach.

"Tell us," comes the whisper at my lips.

I turn, a hair's breadth from the male, and beg, "please, you won't believe me."

"I love you," comes the utterly shocking response. I go still. It's Rhet's voice, not Thjis or Ezra. Rhet, who lost his truemate to cancer, just told me that he loves me. The blindfold is pulled off.

"I love you, and I will always believe you, my pretty angel. Tell me his name." Blue-eyes filled with love and sincerity fill me up and set me on fire.

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