Twenty-Seven
When I opened my eyes, I saw Eagle and Crow collapsed on the couch with sated grins on their faces. Owl sat in a chair across the room, Shakira in his lap. Her eyes were wide on me. Her chest panted quick breaths. Owl had one hand down the front of her pants, the other forearm held her arms across her chest. I couldn’t help myself, I raised an eyebrow at her, the girl who’d called me out for sharing a man and being passed around by his friends.
In response, Shakira shut her eyes, her lips pulled back from her teeth, which clamped down. Her body fell back onto Owl’s chest as she shook from her o****m. Owl caught her, in both his arms and brought her legs into his lap. He stroked her face and planted light kisses on her brow. When she finally opened her eyes, they were full
