Van Helsing Rising - Helen Scott Page 0,35

her pain away,” Dragon huffs.

“Until you got turned on,” Phoenix says, a teasing note to his voice.

Wait? What? The arousal starts to fade, and my thoughts grow clearer. I’m feeling this way because…Dragon’s feeling this way?

“Fuck.” I spring back from Dragon and off the bed.

The instant that I do, pain tears through me and my knees give out. Dragon is standing in an instant, his dick in front of my mouth, tenting his boxers through his open jeans. His hands close around my arms, and he hauls me to my feet.

The pain vanishes again.

“Just let me help you,” he grits out. “And try not to get me turned on. I’m trying to focus here.”

I sag against him, my face resting on his chest. That pain was…brutal. Is that what he’s holding back? Maybe I’d been an idiot to push him away so quickly.

“Can we lay back down?” I ask, suddenly exhausted.

He lies back so that I’m on top of him, and his hands hold my arms tightly. I can still feel his erection. I’m intimately aware of the fact that he’s sprung free from his pants and that the layers of fabric between us are nothing at all. But I’m also aware of the fact that something happened to me last night, and I have no idea what the hell it was.

“What did I survive?” I ask, my gaze running over the men.

Striker clears his throat and stands. “I should get the Prez.”

“Someone answer me,” I say.

None of them speak.

I’m so damned tired, but their silence is irritating. “Speak!” I snap.

Dragon growls low. “We don’t like being told what to do.”

My gaze swings to his, and I glare. “I don’t like to be left in the dark!”

Striker mutters something under his breath, and Phoenix leaps to his feet and joins the other man. They head out of the room with a little too much pep to their step. So, apparently, whatever happened they were more than glad not to discuss.

“What happened?” I grind out again, this time looking at Crash.

Crash sighs, and his blue-grey eyes seem to devour me. “The thing is--”

“We shouldn’t say anything until Prez tells us what to say,” Dragon says under me.

I shoot him a dirty look. If he wasn’t keeping my pain at bay, I’m pretty sure I’d knee him in the groin.

“Don’t glare at me, sweetheart. This isn’t a fucking hotel or your therapy office. Things work a certain way, whether you like it or not.”

“Sounds like you’re not the big dick on campus,” I snap.

Did I think the hazel flecks in his eyes were beautiful just a little while ago? Now, his gaze seems to burn into me. “We can both feel my dick, and it’s plenty big.”

I feel my cheeks heat, but can’t stop myself. “You sure about that?”

He rubs himself lightly against me, and I gasp. “That’s what I thought,” he says, a husky note to his voice.

Crash laughs. “Do you remember when she was all sweet and scared?”

“I fucking miss that,” Dragon mutters.

I’m glaring at both of them. “Can someone just stop this shit and tell me what happened to me last night?” And then, I remember. I remember getting sick. I remember a doctor and burning water. Glancing down at myself, heart racing, all I see is smooth skin. “Did someone burn me last night?”

Dragon tenses under me.

Crash sighs again. “She’s going to know soon enough anyway…”

“When she’s supposed to know,” Dragon snaps.

I’m about to say more when Striker and Phoenix come back in. The Prez, as they call him, is nowhere to be seen, and they both look uncomfortable.

“What’s the plan?” Dragon asks, but there’s a strange note to his voice.

Striker won’t meet my gaze. “He asked that you and I take her for a…little drive.”

A drive? What the hell? “Where?”

“Just get dressed,” Striker says.

Crash stands slowly and joins the other two at the door, his movements oddly slow. His brows are drawn together, and he looks between me and the other guys. Every instinct inside of me screams that something is wrong.

“Want me to stay and help?” Dragon asks, and he doesn’t sound like he’s just trying to see me naked. There’s something behind his words.

I shake my head. “I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?” he asks.

I nod.

“There are some clothes in the closet from some of the sweet butts. Choose whatever you want.”

“Sweet butts?” I frown.

He nods and slowly sits up so I’m straddling him. “Think of them like club groupies. They’re the woman who come here and