on me, touching, licking, and kissing every inch of my body. And then I imagine them taking turns fucking me. Over and over until I’ve orgasmed so many times I pass out from the pleasure and over-stimulation.
I cum so hard that I practically see stars behind my eyes. My breathing is harsh and ragged, and I feel like a puddle of mush as I slowly come down from my high. When my heartbeat finally slows and settles, and the lust is no longer clouding my mind, I sit up on my elbows and glance around the room at the mess I’ve made of Maalik’s things.
My cheeks heat up in shame and embarrassment. Holy fucking shit. I’ve gone batshit-fucking-crazy. What are the guys going to think when they come home and see what I did? How angry are they going to be? Oh my god.
I really hope it’s these moons making me act like a fucking nutcase, and not just me losing my goddamn mind.
The sun set a couple of hours ago.
After my psychotic meltdown, I shamefully went back to the living room to wait for the guys to return. I considered trying to clean up and put their clothes away, but I’m worried being around their rooms and touching their stuff will send me into another temper tantrum. I’ll have to apologize profusely in the morning, and I’ll do my best to help them clean up.
Right now, I feel sad and lonely and so, so embarrassed. I feel too guilty to sleep in Reule’s room again, even though the fire is lit in there. So I took all of the blankets out of the chest in the living room and set them up next to the fireplace in here. I did slip on a pair of sweatpants I found in the hallway too, as it was getting really chilly in the house. I have no clue who they belong to, considering there are several articles of clothing and little knick-knacks strewn about the hallway.
I’m warm and cozy, even if I am sad beyond belief. To distract myself from the ache in my chest and thoughts of the guys, I’ve been looking through the books Reule showed me. There aren’t many other illustrations in that shifter book besides the ones I’ve already seen, and I can’t read a word of it. I find my attention drawn more to the map book. There must be hundreds of maps in here, all of different worlds and realms I didn’t even know existed. After looking through it for a couple of hours, my eyes are still glued to the pages as I take in every tiny detail.
Even though Reule made it clear he hadn’t found anything remotely close to my world’s map, I’m still confused and disappointed when I don’t find anything that looks familiar. How can it not be in this book, when the people here obviously know my world exists? How else would they have found me and bought me from Giovanni’s warehouse?
A loud, ferocious roar interrupts my thoughts, and I gasp as the windows in the kitchen and by the front door tremble. My heart flips over about a million times. That has to be one of the guys, right? Anyone else would probably be terrified from that sound, but I’m filled with hope as my stomach flutters in excitement. Are they on their way home?
Did Maalik change his mind? Are they coming back for me?
I have the overwhelming urge to go outside. It feels a little like a compulsion spell, but I quickly push that thought aside. What will it hurt if I go out, just in the front yard? Even if that roar did come from one of the guys, that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re on their way home. And if they are, and I stay inside like Maalik wanted me to, I still think there’s no way those stupid wooden beams will stop them from getting in.
Besides, I want to see these moons for myself after the emotional evening I’ve had.
I pull out a coat and a pair of boots from the closet by the front door. The coat is so big I’m practically swimming in it, but it’s warm and long enough to cover me all the way down to my calves. The boots are way too big, but I don’t plan on wandering far.
Once I’m bundled up enough to brace the cold, I spend a couple of minutes struggling with those damned wooden beams. I grumble