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VIOLET

I crossed my arms, sinking deeper into the couch, and not focusing on the television. The hypersensitivity was driving me bonkers. I needed to do something . Maybe some fresh air. I popped up and tugged at the inside of the too-tight leggings. Soon after Hester left, there’d been a knock on the door. A basket awaited me with clothes and underthings. They’d all smelled fresh, as if recently washed, yet there was the faintest smell of Hester on the basket.

“Where are you going?” Graham asked, intercepting me with my hand on the doorknob.

“For a walk, I’m going stir crazy.”

Graham shut the door before I could whip it open. “I shouldn’t be walking around his pack until we figure out the situation.”

“Okay, then I’ll go.” I tugged at the doorknob again, but it didn’t budge.

“Not without protection.”

“Graham,” I whined.

It didn’t faze him.

The door down the hall creaked and a bleary-eyed Simon walked out. He was shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants.

“Simon,” I called and hurried to meet him as he entered the living room. He immediately reached for me, one of his hands cupping the side of my neck.

“Yes, Darling mate?” he said huskily.

“Will you go outside with me? Graham’s being difficult.”

His blond eyebrows furrowed, and he cocked his head. The soft, still sleepy expression coaxed butterflies to life. He met Graham’s eyes.

“They don’t know her and you haven’t announced our new situation to your pack.”

So there was more to Graham not wanting me to go outside. I tossed him a glare over my shoulder. He could have just told me.

“They wouldn’t dare do anything to her.” Simon grabbed the leather jacket tossed across the back of his couch.

“So you think.” Graham stepped in his path.

The tension ratcheted up a few notches. It should have concerned me, but it was honestly making me hot watching their aggression. I rubbed my arms. If I slid right between them, they could take all that energy out on me.

“I’ve heard how you run your pack. They fear you. If anyone here wants to get back at you, she’s the perfect way to do that.”

Simon’s jaw twitched. Looked like he was about to be in agreement with Graham. I sidled closer, maneuvering until my back was to the door.

“Are you guys going to fight?” I asked gruffly. “Because if so, can you do it shirtless?”

The tension drained out of the room. They both whipped their heads toward me.

Simon scanned my clothes and scowled.

“What are you wearing?” It had the slightest growl.

“Um, clothes?” I scowled, looking down at my outfit. It was a different style from my usual. I’d been so used to wearing oversized, baggy clothes because I didn’t want to call more of Elton’s attention toward me that it’d become second nature to dress that way. This was at the opposite end of the spectrum. The shirt hugged my breasts, and since the bra was too small, my boobs seemed excessive. The leggings were tight on my thighs. To the point that every time I sat or stood, I had to make sure it wasn’t riding up my vagina.

“Put your clothes on, what is this?” Simon sneered, raking his gaze down my form.

“Don’t give me that.” I waved him off. He bristled. “Who’s that?” I asked, widening my eyes and looking behind them. They both turned. I took the moment to dash through the door.

“Dammit!” Simon snarled, steps pounding after me. I laughed and my feet thudded with my speed. It felt nice and fresh out here. A motorcycle that hadn’t been there yesterday was propped a few feet from the porch. I went right for it.

I ran my fingers over the smooth metal.

“I’ve never ridden one,” I peeked up at Simon and Graham glaring at me. I swatted Graham’s hand away.

Simon frowned down at his Harley.

“Your sister stopped by.” Graham’s comment made Simon stiffened.

“And she spoke to you?” Simon asked, trepidation in his tone.

I swatted Graham’s chest. “Snitch,” I muttered.

“I’ll tell her to never come near you.” Simon seemed angry.

“Whoa there.” I grabbed his arm. “She was actually really, uh, considerate.” He didn’t seem convinced. “Come on, take me for a ride, I’ve never been on one of these.”

I tossed my leg over the side of the motorcycle. Simon grabbed the bars and Graham gripped my hip so I didn’t end up on my face.

“Oops.” I’d gone a little too fast, but if I hadn’t done something, they would have dragged me back inside where I was going crazy. It was entirely possible they would still pluck me off the bike and toss me back in the house. I put on my best pout.

Simon and Graham exchanged another look. Finally, Simon scooted me forward and threw his leg over the bike. His body corralled me, his biceps pressing against my shoulders. Since he wore no shirt and only a jacket, his warm skin flushed tight to my back. Simon turned the key in the slot and revved the engine with a dramatic flair. The vibration reached into my gut.

That felt more pleasant than it should.

He kicked back the little stand, and it jolted. The bike roared and spit up dirt as we took off. The immediate speed made my stomach dip, and I gasped, which was a bad idea. My hair smacked across my face and ended up in my mouth.

I sputtered and hurried to bundle it into an awkward side bun, so it didn’t get in Simon’s face either.

He lowered so his mouth pressed against my ears. “Are you enjoying it?”

I nodded frantically.

“Go faster,” I shouted over the motor.

“Not without you having a helmet.”

I huffed and settled into the ride. He rounded the dirt path and started uphill. The vibrating motorcycle wasn’t helping my hypersensitivity. I pursed my lips, trying to shove down the swell of lust.

He chuckled in my ear, and it caused a shiver.

He turned on the path that evened out and led to a wooden building. People milled around and some even sat on the benches outside.

Eyes followed us, curious and wide, but Simon didn’t stop, weaving away from the crowd. He pressed his hand on my stomach. I gasped, my back arching.

This was not the time to be horny, but the burn between my legs flared so bright that I couldn’t help but inch back to feel him pressed harder against me. Simon groaned.

His hand on my stomach slid down and his finger pressed against my clit. I cried out, leaning back until I was firmly against his chest, giving him access. He ground his hand against my covered sex.

“You’re so wet, Darling.” He slid his fingers into the waist of my pants and gently rolled my clit between two of them.

That was all I needed to come. I gasped, my head drooping to rest against his chest. The orgasm was so sudden and electrifying that my legs trembled, but it only scratched the surface of my need.

My sex throbbed.

“More,” I whined.

He inhaled.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hand on my sex lifted and he slipped his wet fingers into his mouth. He gripped the handlebars. “Let me get you home.”

He skidded around a bend and sped up.

I whimpered, gripping onto his bicep, trying to pull his arm down between my legs.

“More,” I repeated, my voice hedging toward a feral whine. I knew what I was begging for, and I didn’t care. He needed to fuck me over and over again.

The vibration of the Harley was only making me hurt more.

Graham stood in front of Simon’s house.

Simon’s Beta stood next to Maggie. Her arms waved around like she was laying into Graham.

“Simon. I’m burning up,” I breathed, so achy that it hurt. My stomach felt like it was on fire.