Heathens Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. “Good.”

But my attention wasn’t on the security anymore. It was on Storee. It was always on Storee.

“Is it always this busy here before The Hunt?” Fiora leaned across Storee to ask me.

I looked at Storee and then at Fiora. “How do you know about The Hunt?” My question was more directed toward Storee, but since Fiora was her best friend, I assumed if she knew, then so did Storee.

Fiora smiled. “Everyone knows about The Hunt.”

“Yes, it’s always this busy,” I answered, not wanting to dive any deeper into the yearly ritual. “The island is full of strangers and devious thoughts.”

The last thing I wanted to do was talk about the sexual depravity of the yearly hunting season with my dead friend’s daughter.

A squeal in the distance caught my attention as a man swooped a naked woman over his shoulder and spanked her ass for all to see. The crowd was getting rowdier, and the sexual tension in the air was almost palpable. The party was in full swing. It was as if I’d stepped back into time during a Viking pagan ritual but with massive levels of sex.

I saw women and men having sex in the open and in the shadows. Some were having oral sex, some were masturbating, and others were fucking standing up, against any and every wall.

Cocks were on display everywhere and pussies waiting to accept them. But tonight wasn’t about voyeurism for me. I needed to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Feeling my dick harden, which seemed particularly wrong considering I was sitting next to Storee, I stood up from the table, motioning for Braken and the others to follow me. “Let’s do a walk around, make sure everything’s secure.” I looked down at Storee. “You and Fiora stay here. Order whatever you want to drink. When I get back, I’ll escort you home. Stay here until I do.”

They all nodded, and we made our way through the club, checking in with the security guards stationed throughout. I could feel Storee’s eyes on me, and it was taking all my willpower to not glance back at her.

Braken must have seen the distress on my face because he spoke up. “You okay, man?”

I nodded, trying to shake off whatever feelings I was having. “I’m just pissed she’s here.”

He chuckled. “Clearly. But you need to relax. She’s fine. She’s safe. You can’t wrap the girl in bubble wrap, you know.”

I could hear the smile in his voice, and it helped ease my tension a bit. Maybe I was overreacting.

Maybe.

“You think you got this under control?” I asked him. “I’d like to get her and her friend home before everyone on this island is shitty drunk. You know how Heathens Hollow gets before the first hunt.”

Braken nodded and patted my back. “Go.”

Chapter 11

Storee

“You’re coming home with me,” Locke said, as he took my hand after we dropped Fiora off at her cottage and turned us back toward The Vault where I knew his car was parked.

I tugged on his hand, but his grip only tightened. “What? Why? We’re almost to my place.”

“Because the island is full of strangers tonight. Everyone is drunk and celebrating Heathens, and I don’t feel safe having you stay in your cottage alone.” He glared at me. “And I don’t feel like explaining myself further.”

A wave of heat washed over me as Locke’s grip on my hand tightened. The way he looked at me with such intensity almost made me forget my earlier objections.

I hesitated, but something about the way he spoke made me feel like he truly was worried about my safety. “Fine,” I relented, “but only because I know I made you angry tonight, and I feel bad. I guess the least I can do is follow your wishes now.”

Locke chuckled wryly, his lips twisting into a wicked smile. “You act as if I was asking and you’re in a position to give your permission.” He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “There will be consequences for angering me tonight.”

My heart raced as I tried to process his words. What did he mean by consequences?

I pushed back the fear that was starting to bubble up inside me and forced my feet to walk. I knew Locke well enough to know that he was a man of his word, and I had a feeling that I had just signed myself up for something that I couldn’t back out of.

We reached his car, and he opened the door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the passenger seat, and he shut the door behind me before walking around to the driver’s side.

The ride to his house was silent, except for the sound of the engine, the beating of my heart, and a slight ringing in my ears.


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