Chapter 30~
The warm embrace of darkness surrounds me like my favorite weighted blanket. I feel like I’m floating in the air as the darkness recedes ever so slightly.
A deep, velvety voice arouses me from my dream-like state. “...cleaned up,” is all I manage to hear before the sweetest forking kiss graces my cheek. Wait, what?
My eyes pop open, and I jolt from the contact. But everything is dark. So very dark. Crap on a cracker. Where am I?
I scream out and move to hit my attacker. All of my past terrors flash through my mind. “Woah, you’re ok. You’re safe.”
The words barely register as I thrash and kick; realizing quickly that I have no gosh-darned pants on. “Screw you! Let me go!” I screech, clocking the man with the big arms and stupidly hard chest.
“Ok, ok. I’m going to let you down, but you’ve gotta stop, or you’ll hurt yourself.” I snarl in response but feel my body shifting in his arms, allowing me just enough freedom to jump to the floor. I land less than gracefully and wobble like a baby giraffe as I stand.
Thankfully, my arms and legs aren’t bound, so I rip the mask away from my face. The light burns my eyes, causing me to squeeze them shut as I try to regain my equilibrium. Adrenaline floods my body. Somewhere deep in my fog-filled brain, I know I need to quickly get over the hazy feeling so I can find a way to escape.
“Beatrice, stop! It’s us. You came to The Raven Room to meet us.” The familiar voice floats into my panicked mind, momentarily calming me—until I realize he said my actual name. They know my name!
My eyes fly open, and I scan the room. Four men. Four very naked men stand around the room.
The dude to my left is a giant among men. His blonde hair is shaved close all over. He has a picturesque chiseled jaw that narrows before plateauing briefly at his chin. His nose is slight but fucking perfect underneath a pair of ice-blue eyes. He looks like he plays football; all built-up and intimidatingly sexy. He seems familiar, but I can’t place him. Then again, I’m absolutely sucked in by the ridges of his abs and the sharp V of his Adonis Belt. Damn, that V could be used to cut meat.
My brain forgets to tell me to stop as my eyes travel lower. A thick erection stands proudly; showcasing his Prince Albert and lorum piercings.
Then it clicks.
I trace the lines of his forearms and stomach once again before glaring up at his stupidly perfect, dang face.
“Alpha!?!” I whisper, praying to God that I”m dreaming. Or maybe it”s a nightmare. His smooth, slightly tanned cheeks redden, and I see the flash of guilt in his eyes.
Before I can question him, I see something shuffle from the corner of my eye. I back up a little, making sure I can still keep an eye on Alpha, and move to face two drool-worthy specimens. The first guy is close to me- about six feet away- and is built much like the man next to me. However, this man has tattoos adorning his hands, chest, and all down his arms. He’s a deliciously fine work of art. The man to his right is just a few inches taller than him but has more lean muscle and sinew. Like his friend, tattoos decorate his arms; but his are filled with bright colors, whereas the other man’s tats are mainly black and gray. The muscular man has a thick, soft-looking beard that scoops just a few inches off his chin but doesn”t hit his collarbone. But, the leaner one has a smattering of black stubble that makes him look devilishly handsome.
When I reach their eyes, my perusal halts, and my heart races. I know those maple-colored eyes and have fantasized about running my hands through the black wavy locks perfectly framing the leaner man”s face.
And the blue-green irises of the other man staring back at me have been in my dreams more than once in the last few weeks. His long, honey-colored hair is disheveled but still rests in a bun down his neck. They both have their hands out in a calming gesture, but their eyes are wide with, with... what is that? Fear? Guilt? Regret?
“Even! Danny?” I yell incredulously. “What- how?” Bile splashes at the back of my throat, and my vision tunnels with panic. Danny and Even are here. How are they here? I met them with Stu. With Stu…
Whipping my head to the far right, my heart lurches in my throat. Just outside of the bathroom door stands Stu. Gloriously naked for all to see. His shaggy, pink hair isn”t as bright as it was a few weeks ago, and is sticking to his head with sweat. His gorgeous bright blue eyes are sad, frightened; maybe even a little shocked. Unlike the others, he stands there with his shoulders curled in on himself; like he’s resigned to being the butthead in this whole jacked-up scenario.
And, sue me, I’m in shock, so yes, I do openly take in every forking corded vein running down his slender arms. He’s not as built as the others, more like a swimmer or runner, but hot dang, he’s no less attractive. Scars litter his perfect, toned body, and I feel myself scowl indignantly. Who the fork hurt him? I’ll frigging kill ‘em.
And that’s the thought that sends me spiraling. My brain decides to try to process too much information at once…
E is Even.
I’ve had sex with him twice.
Even and Danny and this other guy are all Stu’s friend.
The other guy is Alpha—my video-sex friend.
Piercings. So many piercings.
Oh, forkballs! The piercings. The piercings attached to the dick I stroked, which is attached to the man who forking kissed me, is Stu’s!
Even kissed me. Bad.
Stu kissed me. Worse.
I gasp aloud, my body feeling like a thousand tiny needles are stabbing me at once, and I almost faint at my next thought.
I admitted to loving Stu.
Even steps forward like he’s going to say something but I put my hand up to stop him. “N-no. No, no, no, no. Back up. Just stop.”
After a brief look around, I locate the mask I wore here, and my pants. I snatch the pants off the floor and quickly shove my legs into them before zipping them up.
“Beatrice, please stop! Let us explain.” Alpha pleads. His growly voice rumbles through my body, and I feel my whorish pussy tingle.
But I don’t. I can’t.
Biting my lip hard to prevent my tears from spilling over, I scoop up my shoes, then my mask, and back up towards the door. My hand connects with the cool metal, and I almost weep in relief. Twisting the lock, I open it wide; the music from the club blasts through the bubble of Hell I’m currently standing in.
All of the men move to step forward, and I shake my head, tears falling down my face against my permission. Once I clear the doorway, I turn and run like my jiggly rear end is on fire.
“Bea-”
“Beatrice-”
“Bea-”
“Flower-”
I hear the desperation in their voice, but I ignore them.
Running down the hall, I hang a right and come out onto the main club floor. I don’t stop, even as I near a trash can by the bar, and toss away my mask. My bare feet carry me through the black door and into the front lobby, where I shakily enter the pin to my locker to grab my things.
The manager calls out after me, but I can’t stop. I need to leave. I have to get out of here. So I just wave and thank her out loud as I hit the release bar on the front door.
Flinging my backpack in front of me, I unzip it as I run. The tiny pebbles in the parking lot usually irritate my sensitive feet, but I have one focus: getting to my bike.
Halting next to my bike, I shake out my Dianese’s, slip them on, and tie them up before flinging my flats into my backpack. I don’t bother connecting my BlueTooth for music to the helmet, and I don’t bother with my gloves. I just jump on, slide on my helmet, secure the strap, and insert my key.
The bike roars to life between my legs and rattles areas of my body I almost wish weren’t sensitive and deliciously sore. Tears blur my vision as I pull out of my spot and rev down the aisle. The four men I left inside burst through the front door in just their pants; the rest of their clothing and boots in their arms, hiding most of their muscular forms.
My emotions are far too high, but I can”t slow down; I can”t stop. My breathing is uneven, and sobs keep getting caught in my throat. The street lights and headlights blur as my tears continue to fall.
This is my fault. I was selfish. I wanted one more night of bliss before ending it, and I got burned worse than ever. There is no coming back from this, and I don’t want to.
Suddenly, a horn blares, and I fling my eyes open; not realizing I had shut them. It doesn”t take long to match the horn sound with the giant truck coming my way. Fork! I”m in the oncoming traffic lane!
Panic consumes me, and I whip back into the right lane…
But, I overcorrect and lose control.
Skid. *thump thump*
Crunch. *thump thump
Silver metal. *thump thump*
Horns blaring. *thump thump, thump thump*
Flying. *thump thump, thump thump, thump thump*
The ground rises to meet me. *thump thump, thump thu-*