Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Twenty-five thousand,” she says thickly, greed all over her face. “Sean?”
Sean turns and storms out, drink in hand.
“The bid is twenty-five. Anyone? Anyone else?”
The crowd murmurs, and I feel a chill tease through my body. I look down, and suddenly, I lock eyes with the two terrifying looking wolves. With the masks, I can’t see what sort of facial expression they’ve got. But I can see their eyes, and those eyes are looking at me with this ferocity and this hunger that has me trembling.
Twenty-five thousand.
“Okay, going once! Going twice! Going three times?”
Melissa beams as she slams the gavel down on the table.
“Sold!”
Twenty-five thousand.
I’m the biggest fetch of the night by a long shot. Because little red riding hood just got sold to the wolves for twenty-five grand.
3
Jensen
The second we get close to her, it’s like my senses kick into overdrive. It’s like I can smell her, the scent of her making my blood run hotter and my cock fucking throb between my thighs. I groan, jaw tight as I lay my eyes on her through the mask.
Perfection. Sweet, sweet perfection.
She’s gorgeous and innocent looking, but with this fierce look that blazes fire in her eyes. I sniff again, moving closer, groaning as the scent of her skin, and her soap, and shampoo permeate my nose.
Melissa, the phony little bitch herself, smiles at us.
“Okay now who are you guys?”
“No one,” I growl, my eyes locked onto Candice. Sweet, sweet Candice.
“Oh come on!” Melissa giggles. “Are you Matty’s cousins? The ones visiting from LA?”
“No,” Roarke mutters.
Both of us just want this woman to leave—to leave us to our prize. Every agonizing second without our hands on her body is an exquisite torture.
“Okay, you…I mean, you do go to school here, right?” She frowns. “I mean, that’s the rules, guys. You have to be students at—”
“Yeah, we are,” I mutter. “Now let's do this.”
She smiles. “Oh, eager are we?”
“Yes.”
I stare right at Candice, and she trembles under my heated gaze, her eyes darting over the front of my mask like she’s trying to read my emotions or my intentions through it. I can see her pulse beating in that shallow hollow of her soft neck. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I groan as they glisten, imagining tasting those plump lips.
She shivers, and when I see her nipples pointing through the thin material of her red top, my cock pulses, precum leaking out into my damn briefs.
…I won’t be able to control myself much longer. Neither of us will. It’s been too long. We’ve been away too long. But now we’re free, with the plan we’ve hatched long ago about to come to fruition.
And it all revolves around her. Taking her. Claiming her.
Together.
“So, we just have the one more auction,” Melissa smiles. “But then you two are free to take—”
“No, now,” I growl.
I know there’s one more auction, but I don’t fucking care. I’ve waited too long, and I won’t be held back from her any more.
“Where’s this honeymoon suite?”
Melissa smirks. “Been here before boys?”
Neither of us answers.
“Well you head on up there, and of course, I hope you brought the cash for your generous—”
“We did.”
And we did. It’s sitting there in my pocket.
“Well then,” she smiles greedily. “Head on up, and my sorority sister Kelly will help with the transaction! Then you three…” she giggles. “Well, you three can go on your way and have yourself a good night!”
She elbows Candice roughly, shoving her towards us.
“Say hi to your dates, Candy.”
I growl at the way she pushes this girl around, using that name and all. But I hold back. I could let Melissa have it right here and now, and tell her never to touch Candice again or speak to her that way. But I wait.
All in good time.
She smiles, oblivious to my rage. “Down the hall, take the elevator up to the top floor, and then it’s the big door at the end of the hallway.” She smiles. Just follow the string of orange Christmas lights off the elevator. You can’t miss—”
“Let’s go.”
We both take Candice’s arms, pulling her after us as we breeze past Melissa down the hall to the sitars.
“Where— Wait—”
“No,” I growl, loudly, loud enough that Melissa and a bunch off the frat douchebags in front of the stage hear me.
“You’re ours now. And we’re gonna give you a night you’ll never forget.”
One of the frat boys snickers, and I want to kick his fucking teeth in. But, restraint. I have to have restraint.
Candice whimpers as we half run down the hallway, blood roaring in my ears as my hand tightens on her arm. Fuck, the skin on her arm is so warm, so soft. So fucking gorgeous. Like soft silk under my rough fingers.
“Wait, this…” She trembles between us. “Just so you know, I’m— I’m not like the others.”