Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,38
I so damn stubborn about not using these before? I was so stupid. So, so stupid. Forgive me, rabbit, for I have sinned. It’s been five days since my last orgasm.
I watch as the toy does its thing, pivoting inside of me like a goddamn champ and beating against my clit like a hyperactive washing machine.
This is it! I’m almost there. Oh my friggen sweet cheese, I. Am. Almost. There.
“Yes, yes!” I cry out when I feel myself reach the pinnacle of pleasure, victoriously lifting my lips like my pelvis is doing a fist bump.
Except the peak suddenly falls away, ripping away the pleasure I was so damn close to finally getting after hours and days of agonizing need. What. The. Fuck.
I scream in distress, loud enough to tear my throat raw. “Ahhhhhh!”
Fuck this. Seriously. Fuck. My. Life.
I lose it. I totally and completely lose it.
Incomprehensible swearing, dildo chucking, hair pulling, feet kicking, teeth gnashing, damn it all to hell and ready to burn this place to the ground, lose it.
And that’s when I accidentally shift.
Breaking past the order of Alpha Hugo to stay a human, I feel my control slipping as I shrink, shrink, shrink...ohshitohshitohshit!
It takes mere moments, and then I’m back to being a rat, and she practically cracks her knuckles and cocks her head at me like she’s ready to handle business. She’s irritated and pissy, and even though I try to get her to switch places with me, she bats me away as she runs over the graveyard of vibrators and dildos, her nose twitching as she searches for a way out.
There are no windows in here. The door is sealed shut without any gaps. The only vent is in the middle of the ceiling. This place is locked down tight. But my mate-call is still going off like a storm siren, my body driven with the sole instinct to bite and mate and come, and apparently, my rat is tired of me being unable to satisfy myself, so she’s taking matters into her own hands. Feet. Teeth. Whatever. She’s calling the shots.
I yank on the reins to regain control, but she snaps them out of my reach. I think she even rolls her eyes at my complete and utter failure at not being able to bag a shifter during our heatwave. As if I’m just incompetent about the whole thing instead of trying to keep my damn dignity in a pack of strange shifters.
But if I could go back and change things, I would’ve just gone up to Luca and asked if he wanted some no-strings-attached sex, just so I wouldn’t have had to suffer all this time.
For a moment, my rat circles around the room, at a loss, and I think, okay, she’s going to realize that she can’t get out of this room without me. She’s going to hand over control now.
I’m wrong.
I’m so wrong.
My rat runs for the end of the room, right at the baseboard, and I watch as she starts gnawing through the friggen wall.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Teeth nibbling as quick as a woodpecker pecking, she chews through plaster and wood and wires like a rat on a mission.
About the time she hits a plumbing pipe, teeth sore and jaw aching, is about the time I realize my rat has such a tight hold on us that I have zero hope of coming out unless she willingly gives back some control, and I don’t see that happening any time soon.
She squeals in triumph when she reaches the pipe, and I watch as she shimmies her hairy ass up the dark recesses of the cylinder, practically preening as she shoves me aside like, bye, bitch, I’m going to get us some dick.
That’s when she gives me one giant shove, letting me fall on my ass in the recesses of our shared mind, and I black out.
Motherfu—
13
Luca
I shut off the faucet to the shower and stick my arm out past the curtain, blindly reaching for my towel that hangs on the towel rack. Except it’s not there.
Just like it wasn’t there six days ago when I first reached out to grab it. And the day after that. And the day after that, and the day after that, and...yeah.
“Goddammit.”
You’d think that after six days, I would’ve remembered to get a new towel, but I’ve been...distracted.
That’ll happen when a female puts a mate-call out and you find yourself trying to answer it. I’m still fucking shocked.