A small sound escaped me. Part fear. Part gasp for air. And my gaze jerked back up to Azio, and the blatant hunger in his eyes.
He slowly met my gaze. The hunger disappeared, replaced by…nothing.
My pulse fluttered wildly, and I knew I needed to calm down and ask some questions. Like why he was carrying me and what he meant to do, but I didn’t get the chance before he stopped walking and leaned forward. The moment my back hit the mattress, my eyes went wide.
A choked sound wheezed from my throat.
“You are safe,” he said.
“She does not believe you. You are scaring her.”
I shifted my attention to the other fey at the foot of my bed. While his words sounded like he was ready to be my hero, he was staring at my very visible chest just as hungrily as Azio.
Two fey.
First, they took my clothes.
Then, they carried me to bed.
Together.
My vision started to tunnel. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.
* * *
The soundof worried voices greeted me as I slowly swam back to consciousness. Again.
“We keep scaring her,” a male voice said.
“Uh, the Terri I know wouldn’t dress to show her tits to the world,” a familiar voice replied. “No, shit you scared her if you took her clothes and left that for her to wear. What were you thinking?”
While I recognized Brooke’s voice, I didn’t recognize the man who answered.
“They wanted to see her breasts.”
“They move more without the bra,” the first male, Azio, said. “Ghua said that breasts have tips called nipples and nipples are sensitive and pucker when they are ready to be licked or sucked. I only wanted to see them so I would know when she is ready for my mouth.”
I remembered Azio and Groth, but everything was still swimmy and not making sense. Why were they talking about licking nipples?
Brooke let out a frustrated groan.
“Out. All of you. I’ll sit with her until she wakes up.”
“But—”
“Out, before I nut all of you.”
There was a shuffle of noise and then silence.
Brooke sighed and took my hand in hers. I waited a moment with my eyes closed and let everything come back to me. Once it did, I winced at my stupidity.
Passing out twice in a row broke all the rules. And staying out long enough for Brooke to get here? Well, it was a damn miracle I was still alive. Anything could have happened. Raped by two fey would have been the least of my worries if there’d been another infected breech.
“Is that wince because you hurt something or because they’re making your brain hurt?”
I opened my eyes and looked at her.
“How am I still alive when I pass out every time something scares me? My fears are going to kill me.”