HEAT

My eyes widened slightly, nipples hardening under my shirt. After that night in the woods, when my four masked best friends had run after me and devoured every inch of my body, everything was supposed to go back to normal. We weren’t supposed to do it a second time, or a third, or even a fourth, and none of us were supposed to catch feelings for each other.

But I was knee deep in feelings and heat.

And, gods, I wanted them to take me tonight. Hard.

“Let me go. I didn’t do anything,” I said, yanking myself out of his grip and backing up until I hit Tyler’s taut chest.

Tyler snatched the back of my neck, his claws almost piercing my skin. “You didn’t do anything?” he asked, pulling me back and against the wall, pinning me there. “You didn’t do fucking anything, huh?”

“No,” I said.

Though … part of me wanted to lie and say that I had done something. I wanted them to be angry. I wanted them to be jealous, I wanted them to admit their feelings for me, and I wanted Alpha Asher to feel like