I stop in front of him, holding Cyra out. I can trust him, he’ll keep her safe, for now. “Bring her inside, immediately.”
He’s stronger than I am, at least when it comes to carrying things, or people. I’d win from him in a fight, but he can fucking throw me if he gets angry. Pure strength, he’s the better choice.
“What—” But as he takes her from me, his eyes darken and his skin flashes the same dark colour as his fur, his shoulders bulging. He’s fighting to stay in control. “Fuck.” He glances my way one last time before stepping back, taking her inside the house.
I transform back into my human shape. Even though I want to stay a centaur, I want to take Cyra in my centaur form, I know that that’s not going to end up well for either of us. I quickly grab my clothes and rush inside the house, locking the door tightly behind me. That way nobody can come in without us knowing about it first. That way nobody else can come in, nobody can take Cyra from us.
Standing in the hallway, I lose my last shred of control, I lose the last shred of control I was still holding on to. Max is still carrying Cyra, on his way to the stairs, but Zack is holding his shoulder, Zack’s hand no longer human but a claw from his hydra form and the scales run all the way up to his neck. It looks like Zack is about to crush Max’ shoulder, that’s how hard he’s gripping the other guy.
“Mine!” Zack snarls, his nails digging into Max’ shoulder, blood welling up from the punctures, soaking into Max’ shirt. “Give her to me.”
“No!” I storm at Zack, fully slamming into him with all my weight. He can’t have her. She’s not his.
The speed of my slam dislodges Zack’s claw from Max’ shoulder, and Zack and I go down to the floor in a heap of limbs as we try to hurt the other, punching, scratching, anything to hurt the other. Trying to keep the other from getting to Cyra.
“She’s mine,” I growl, baring my teeth at him, as I reach for his neck. He can’t have her.
I can win from Max, I can fight her back from Max. But Zack can’t have her. I have to take him out first. She’s mine. Only mine. I have to take them all out so that I can have her all to myself.
“Liam. Zack.” Cyra’s voice is a strangled cry, breaking through the haze for a moment. “No...”
She’s mine!
37 Cyra
Everything is foggy in my head, like my mind is filled with clouds or something, dark clouds right now. It’s hard to stay aware of what’s going on around me. The heat has never hit me this bad, or this fast, and I struggle to think straight. The world around me feels unreal, it feels like everything is dampened by something, like I’m moving through molasses, like I’m trying to hear with plugs in my ears, like I’m trying to look through frosted glass. It’s all distorted, and feels far away.
But Zack and Liam fighting a short distance away, both growling in animalistic ways, their sounds reaching something inside me, that came through clear enough. I don’t have to hear them well to know what’s happening, their growling, their grunting, my shifter instinct is panicking because they mean to kill each other. They’re trying to kill each other. But I can’t lose them. I can’t lose either of them. They can’t do it!
When Liam slammed into Zack, the force of it spun Max and me into a heap on the floor. Max made sure that I fell on top of him, that I was protected, but the other two guys didn’t even seem to notice it. I feel Max moving slowly and the low rumble in his chest makes me feel like he’s about to join in with them. That he’s about to join the fight. No!
“Please.” It’s hard to talk, my body feeling almost like it isn’t mine.
I want them. I need them. I need them to touch me. I need them... I need them inside me... My heat is making thinking very hard, very, very hard, just running on instincts.
The loud noises must have attracted Spence, because he suddenly appears at my side, helping me up carefully, his hands on me wandering a lot more than is needed. When I meet his eyes, trying to break through the fog in my head, they’re dark from lust, unfocused. I reach out to him too, pushing closer to him, revelling in how his body feels against me. His strong and hard body, his hard cock...
I’m lifted and Max’ growl is close to my ear. “Upstairs.” He carries me up the stairs in just a few strides and then down the hallway to the bedroom.
The other three guys blunder after him, loudly cursing, trying to fight the others away. All wanting to get to me first. All wanting to get to me as fast as they can.
Max puts me on the bed, a moment of sanity in his gaze as he leans close, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I’m sorry. Everything’s a mess. I’m so sorry. I wish it could have gone differently.”
But I’m too hot and start tugging at my shirt, trying to get it off. I need to cool down. Clothes are too restrictive. They’re too hot. Max starts helping by opening my jeans and tugging them down. I want him to touch me more. I want to feel him against me more. I need to feel him, skin-to-skin. I need him in any way possible. I need.
As Max still struggles to take my jeans off, Spence is next to me on the bed, his hand going straight for my boobs, holding them, before leaning down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Electricity shoots
