“What about you just fuck me?” I blurt it out.
The three of them turned my way. I guess I never said who I was directing these words to, but I wasn’t picky. Even fuckface Anders would do. If he complained too much, I could sit on his face until he shut the fuck up.
All I needed was for this to end. I was done feeling this ache. It wasn’t right.
“No,” Anders replied too quickly.
I arched an eyebrow at his tented boxers but said nothing. Whatever. He can take care of it by himself, then. My eyes turned to the others.
“It fucking hurts,” I said with more anger than I intended. “If there’s nothing that can be done but that. Do it.”
“Charming,” Sven said, watching me with cold eyes.
Jesus, I was starting to get self-conscious. I’d never suggest anyone to fuck me like this. I was a thick girl. While very confident these days, it took me years to love my body, and I wanted to continue loving it. Not that anyone could take that from me. Ugh, my brain was scrambled. I didn’t want to be rejected. That was that. No one likes rejection, right?
My cheeks burned so hard I felt the shame creeping up to my ears. My eyes welled with tears that I absolutely refused to let stream down my cheeks. Fuck them.
“So give me to a pack that will have me.” I pushed myself up onto my elbows.
Words that I never thought I was going to say. I didn’t want a pack, right? No, I never wanted to be with anyone like that, especially three assholes from Lapland.
“No,” Anders roared again.
I sighed. “Is that the only word you know? This is my second language, and I’m more eloquent than you.”
Per chuckled, and even Sven curved the side of his lip. It was a flashback to the first moment I saw him. Just a big-ass blond man coming sexy as hell to me and pushing me to the wall. Damn, the minutes before he knew who I was were glorious.
“We could help her,” Per said.
My eyes flashed to him. “You could.”
“Per…” Sven shook his head.
“She’s in pain! We could just ease the pain a little. You said it’s going to be weeks until we find her pack. Are we going to keep her here for weeks and weeks like this?”
God, no. I didn’t even think I could survive the night, let alone weeks in this agony.
“Per?” I called his name as I licked my lips.
He turned to face me, his eyes searching, and I knew he was going to do it. I knew right in my bones and between my legs.
“Help me.”
Chapter Eleven
Sven
She sounded broken and needy, her perfume thick in the air. Per went to her, tracing the curve of her cheek and down to her chin with the pad of his finger. She leaned to his touch, her big blue eyes blinking intensely. She looked so innocent like this, begging for help as if I didn’t know what she was actually begging for was a cock.
I cracked my neck watching as Per sat beside her in the bed, his back to the headboard. He took her in his arms and settled her between his spread thighs. It was all that Anders could bear. He shook his head in anger and left the room. I should leave too. If Per wanted to be dumb enough to do this, I should let him, but I didn’t. My feet were rooted in the spot as my throat tried unsuccessfully to work on a lump.
“Can you remove this?” he asked as his fingers played with the elastic band of her pajamas.
She bobbed her head up and down before lifting her hips and shrugging the shorts off. Soon, she was naked from the waist down.
Even in the low light, even from this far, I could see that the curls over her cunt were glistening with wetness as she parted her legs, waiting for Per’s next move. I thought he was the nicest of us, and here he was proving he was actually the smartest. I watched with a dry mouth as he made space between her thick thighs for his hand and brought his finger over her clit.
Her pleasure instant, an avalanche at once. She arched her back with that simple touch, and her teeth grazed over her bottom lip with a worried expression.
