Chapter 25
CASSIE
I stretched in Hawk’s bed, sighing with satisfaction as I nestled — naked and still half asleep — into the crook of his arm, his chest warm and rising under my cheek.
I’d gotten good at telling them apart, especially after the night before, and I replayed the hours of pleasure I’d experienced in their capable hands, starting with the hot tub and ending with the four of us in Hawk’s bed doing things I couldn’t even have imagined before the Hunt.
They’d taken turns fucking me in a variety of positions, going down on me, pushing their dicks into my ass. I’d taken it all, begging for more, letting them insert their toys into my pussy and ass, sucking their dicks until they came in my mouth.
The memory of it should have made me blush, but all I felt was the hunger they’d awoken in my body, a need that had been dormant until they’d taken ownership of me after the Hunt.
“You awake, mouse?” Vigo asked behind me.
“Kind of.” I didn’t want to wake up yet. I wanted to drift with their naked bodies pressed against mine. Wanted to drift in a place where seeing was less important than the pleasure that coursed through my body when we played.
He nestled closer and I felt the hard shaft of his dick against my ass. “Me too.”
“We’re going to feed her before we fuck again.” Jagger’s voice was sleepy from the other side of Hawk.
Vigo’s arm slid around my waist and he cupped my bare tit, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “We’ll let our mouse decide.”
Desire flared to life between my thighs. But something else too: I needed to pee.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I murmured. “Then you can do whatever you want to me.”
It sounded crazy saying it out loud, but I meant it.
I sat up and opened my eyes.
Light flared, like a spotlight shining on my brain, and I closed my eyes with a gasp.
“You okay?” Hawk asked, strangely alert considering he’d been asleep a minute before.
“I… I don’t know.” I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them again.
And this time I understood: I was seeing light from the bedroom.
And more than light: shapes.
I closed my eyes again, then opened them blinking rapidly. The shapes were clearer.
A dresser.
A chair.
The TV on the wall.
All blurry but visible, the morning light shining in from the window obscenely bright, bright enough to make my head pound.
But now I understood.
“I can see.”