“Get in the f*****g house, Pretty Bird,” Darius said, pushing me into the pack house behind my best friends and slamming the door behind us all. With blazing black eyes, he glared at me, pulling me closer, then growled into my ear, “What the f**k was that? Why the f**k were you with your ex?”
My eyes widened slightly, n*****s hardening under my shirt. After that night in the woods, when my four masked best friends had run after me and devoured every inch of my body, everything was supposed to go back to normal. We weren’t supposed to do it a second time, or a third, or even a fourth, and none of us were supposed to catch feelings for each other.
But I was knee deep in feelings and heat.
And, gods, I wanted them to take me tonight. Hard.
“Let me go. I didn’t do anything,” I said, yankin
