Chapter 7

Ihad a two-day reprieve from sex with Aaron and the sickos he loved to let into our world. I reveled in the lack of dick.

I sat curled up on the couch beside Aaron. His jaw was so tense that it trembled. Something was going on with him, but it was best not to ask for details. Maybe he noticed something was going on with me. Either way, he couldn't be bothered to speak to me about any of it.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me between his legs—something he'd never done in all the years I'd known him. He unbuttoned his slacks, lowered the zipper, and pulled himself out. He was hard, which was also unusual. He grabbed my hair and forced his cock into my mouth. It had been so long since he forced himself past my lips. If he was going to have anything, it was always my pussy.

Aaron pushed himself to the back of my throat, bucking his hips to make me take that much more. He must have been stressed at work, and that was how he wanted to release it since he had no other option.

"I can't fucking come like this," he said as he pushed me away from him, tucking himself back into his pants.

"What's wrong?" I asked, wiping the drool off my chin.

"None of your business." He picked up his phone and hammered his thumbs against the screen.

If using me was his outlet, how was it not my business?

He pushed me back, and I fell on my ass. He towered over me. I looked up at him like a scolded dog, as if I'd done something wrong.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Be ready by the time I'm out."

Be ready.I knew what that meant. Aaron was still too much of a coward to use me himself, so he'd messaged one of his buddies to get on top of me so he could get beneath me.

I went to the bedroom and put on a deep-purple dress that flared out at the middle of my thighs. Lace crisscrossed over the top, allowing an alluring view of my cleavage. I pulled my hair into a ponytail. Loose strands fell from the hair tie. I applied a trace of lipstick to draw attention away from the healing bruises so close to my mouth. The doorbell rang, and I froze. The shower was still on, pelting the porcelain bathtub.

Fuck.

The thought of being alone with one of the men terrified me. But then again, no one jumped without their master's command.

I answered the door. I paused with my hand on the knob before finally turning it. My heart resumed beating the moment I saw it was Ryan. I no longer felt the familiar urge to shove a line of coke up my nose. I didn't want to numb myself.

I looked behind him, expecting another man to come around the corner. I wanted to reach out and tug him in, but he eyeballed the camera above the porch. He came inside and took off his jacket. Water continued to rain down from the showerhead behind the closed bathroom door.

"He wanted you to come here?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Unfortunately," he said. "But fortunately for you."

"Did he mention anyone else?" My eyes darted back to the door.

Ryan shook his head. "He didn't say anything about that. He just said I needed to come over now." He peered down the dimly lit hallway. "He's showering?"

I nodded.

He drew me into him, his fingers brushing through the loose strands of hair framing my face. "He'll want me to hurt you," he whispered. "I won't hit you, but if he wants me to rip through you, I will. I can make sure you're ready for me, though." He lifted an eyebrow.

He was right. Most of the damage came from the force of their thrusts inside me when I wasn't wet enough for such friction.

He backed me against the arm of the couch, and I sat on the leather. He listened for a moment to make sure the shower was still running, then lifted the skirt of my dress. The leather bit at the backs of my thighs. He kissed me and pushed my panties aside. He rubbed me. I stifled a moan by biting my lip. It felt...incredible. I hadn"t had such an innocent touch between my legs in so long. Even knowing how big he was, his large hand between my legs warmed me the way I needed to be.

He groaned against my mouth as he slipped his fingers inside me. "How good of an actress are you?" he asked with a smirk.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You'll have to act like I didn't have my hands between your legs when he's watching. Remember...he wants me to hurt you when I push myself inside you."

The shower stopped, silencing the background noise and setting a timer above our heads. He pulled his fingers from within me and wiped my excitement onto his jeans. He rubbed the smudged lipstick off my mouth, tugged down my dress, and sat on the recliner. I curled up on the couch, trying to will away the heat in my cheeks.

Aaron's footfalls sounded down the hall and drew closer. He rubbed a towel through his hair. A surprised look crossed his face when he spotted Ryan. He probably hadn't expected him so soon. His sweatpants hugged his hips, but he was shirtless. His gaze bounced to me, and I faked the sad look he'd expect to see.

After what felt like an eternity, he reached a hand toward Ryan. "Thanks for coming," he said.

"I didn't have much of a choice," Ryan quipped.

I held my breath at his brazen words, but I knew they needed to be bold.

"Why do you look so sad, princess?" Aaron looked at me, rubbing his hair once more with the fluffy white towel.

I shrugged at him. He thought I was upset because I had to sleep with Ryan. I was upset because I had to sleep with Ryan how Aaron wanted.

"Go on, Ryan. Don't be bashful." He waved Ryan toward me and took a seat in the vacant recliner.

Ryan did seem bashful. His hard cock tented his jeans, but his cheeks flushed with a red hue. He wanted me, but he didn't want me the way Aaron needed him to. His hands clenched at his sides, as if he were working himself up to what he needed to do. He drew a quick breath before fisting my hair and snatching me to my feet. I whimpered against his grasp. He was so strong. Even without trying, he hurt me.

Ryan smacked my face. Not hard like others did, but enough to nip the skin of my cheek. It sounded worse than it felt. He bent me over the arm of the couch with his back to Aaron. I think it was the only way he could stay hard. He tried to focus on me.

His hand swirled, filling his fingers with more of my hair. His other hand reached down and unfastened his jeans. He pulled himself from his boxers and lifted me by my hair. "You're going to take my cock like a good whore."

His gravelly and intense voice sent a shudder through me. I bit my lip against the strain of his grasp. He thrust inside me with a harsh, quick motion that drove me into the leather. Even though it didn't hurt, I cried out. There was an uncomfortable moment while I stretched around his cock, but that was it. I continued to whimper as he pounded his hips against my ass, grinding my pelvis against the couch. He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed the soft skin of my neck. I let tears roll past my lashes and down my cheeks. It only took thinking of all the things that had been done to me to bring them out.

"Do you want my come?" he asked through a strained groan. When I didn't answer right away, he smacked my cheek. "Don't make me ask again."

I nodded against his unwavering grasp.

His thrusts slowed. Still buried deep inside me, he leaned over and brought his lips near my ear. "You're incredible," he whispered. A deep groan followed his words.

Real tears began to fall. No one had ever said anything like that to me.

Ryan released my hair, and Aaron came to grab it. I swallowed hard, not wanting to sleep with Aaron after such an experience with Ryan.

"I want you to watch us," Aaron said with a frustrated groan.

Ryan gave a quick shake of his head. "I can't stay." He zipped up his jeans.

He wouldn't want to watch us. It would break him to watch.

"Ryan," Aaron said, his voice firm.

He grabbed his jacket. "That's not part of it. You wanted me to fuck your wife. I fucked her. Watching you isn't part of this." The end of his sentence trembled enough to show me how much it hurt him to leave me with Aaron. He was leaving me with the wolf disguised as nothing more than exactly what he was.