ARIA’S POV
Everything felt like the hottest wet dream I’d ever had. My dress was being slowly pulled off my body, hands everywhere, touching my skin like they owned it. Lips kissed my neck, my shoulders, my mouth. At first I thought it was just one guy—Zane—but then I felt more hands. More mouths. I could smell them. Pine and leather, smoke and rain, that wild masculine scent that made my head spin. Their voices were deep and commanding, telling me exactly what to do. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.
“Such a good little omega,” one voice growled near my ear. “Strip for us. Show us that pretty body.”
I knew that voice. Reed. But my mind was too foggy from the drug. Everything was blurry and hot. I just knew I needed them inside me so bad it hurt.
Another set of hands yanked my dre
