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Chapter 5: "PERVERTS!"

Onyx:

Ivory, sandalwood, and spruce filled the darkness as my body relaxed further into the darkness, feeling three strong presences envelope me.

Crisp, cool air swirled around me, feeling like I was soaring high above the lands. Swooping, twirling with the natural fluidity of the invisible wind.

Weightless as bright flashes of light snapped between jumbled images of large human-wolf creatures then to large, scaled beasts of iridescent black scales and yellowish-green orbs that glowed with a majestic haunting.

Thrusted forward into a dark, damp cell with two white foxes, casted in a dark shadow by a mysterious male with piercing gray eyes cold as ice.

Shivering in fear as large, razor teeth coated in dripping crimson, snapped at me in the darkness, flinching back in panic.

“SHIT! Her heartrate is off-the-charts.” A smooth, husky voice shouted in panic as warmth mixed with fiery electrical snaps shot through my body.

Who’s talking, and why do I feel so calm?

“Onyx, baby. Wake-up.” Another husky voice spoke with a soft hushing tone as the same fiery snaps brushed along my head.

Two dangerously, sexy voices.

“Keep talking to her. She’s calming down.” A third voice spoke with a soft husky whisper along my ear, feeling the brush a warmth fan over my cheek in an excited fury of snaps.

Why do I feel familiar?

“Princess.” A dark, timbered voice echoed through the jumbled mess of images, sending panic into my core.

“She’s dreaming.” The first husky voice spoke as a gentle finger sent electricity into my core, snapping me from the haunting dark voice.

Stop touching me.

Gasping loudly as my body trembled to life, opening my heavy eyes to a softly lit room with glowing yellowish-green eyes, watching me with panic and excitement.

Scared shitless at three identical, but different “Hunks of Flesh and Muscle” standing petrified. My trembling body scurried backwards into the cushioned headboard, hugging my stuffed dragon and wolf to my chest. Closing my eyes in fear of the unknown, feeling the hot streams of tears run freely down my cheeks.

“Great! She’s scared of us.” The husky voice to my right spoke with a shaky hitch.

“What do you expect Mikkel? She’s been asleep this entire time, healing.” The other husky voice spoke to the first one, who was Mikkel.

Mikkel. I like it.

“Jeez, thanks for the “Fucking News Flash”, Davyn.” Mikkel spat back with a weird, mocking tone.

Davyn.

“Enough you two!” The third voice spoke with a scary grumble in his tone, scaring me more as the tears fell freely, squeezing tightly to my stuffed animals.

“Onyx. Baby, we won’t hurt you. We’re panicked and concerned for you.” The third voice spoke more softly as the bed dipped down with his weight, feeling the warmth brush along my cheek.

The gentlest touch, causing such intense energy to surge through my body, smacking the source away in confusion as my eyes snapped opened to the three hanging their heads in defeat. Scanning carefully between the three identical “Hunks” with gorgeous black locks, gentle bright green eyes.

A weird tingling swirled in my stomach as I examined each one, curiously noticing the same black sweats, white muscle exposing shirts. Turning my

head, feeling my cheeks heating up as guttural groans filled the silent room.

“Where’s Mam and Pap?” I signed quickly with shaky hands, not looking at the “Hunks” staring at me like they wanted to eat me.

“Great! She knows Mam and Pap, but not her mates.” The one named Mikkel exhaled darkly as his large palms slapped his legs in disbelief.

“Easy Mikkel. Mam and Pap we’re the first one’s to see her.” The soft, husky voice spoke in front of me with a soft smile.

“Onyx, look at me.” His voice was soft but commanding as my eyes slid slowly up his white cladded chest, watching the muscles twitch with a seductive dance as my eyes slowly scanned over his clean shaven face.

Gasping at the gorgeous green orbs that penetrated into my chest, feeling my heart flutter with the machine confirming the excitement.

“Good. Onyx, I’m Birgir.” His smooth voice spoke as the ball in his throat lifted then relaxed, placing his hand to his chest with a soft smile.

That weird tingling grew stronger.

It’s a little warm in here.

“I’m Mikkel.” The one standing to the right waved his hand with a half-smirk.

Little warmer, but so cute.

“Davyn.” Spoke from behind Birgir at the foot of the bed with a soft wink.

Definitely “Hot”.

Dropping my gaze to the soft purple blanket covering my legs with a rushing heat pooling in stomach.

“What’s a “mate”?” I signed confused as I looked at Mikkel smirk with a weird glint in his eye.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Davyn spoke with a warmth as his eyes flashed a bright yellowish hue, causing my heart to skip with that damn machine blipping in excitement.

“SHUT UP!” I silently cursed, snarling darkly at the machine with loud laughter filling the room as the three “Hunks” smirked in amusement.

A sharp pain struck my stomach, clenching tightly as the three hunks flinched in concern. Another pain with a loud, grumbling growl filled the “too” silent room with short laughs.

“Hang on Angel, we’ll get you something to eat.” Mikkel laughed lightly as they quickly exited the room with soft smiles, closing the door with a soft click.

Exhaling deeply as my head laid against the cushioned headboard, feeling a heavy thumping behind my eyes. Throwing the blanket back as the heat swirled heavily in my core, looking at the large t-shirt covering my petite frame. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the itchy white cast rub forcefully against my tender thigh.

Exhaling darkly as my feet laid gently against the warm hardwood flooring, inhaling deeply attempting to stand, but landing firmly on my butt with a loud moaning grunt. Slamming my hand against the floor in frustration with heavy tears.

“Onyx!” Three shocked voices sounded as Birgir rushed to me, sliding to his knees in a rush as Mikkel and Davyn sat down the trays of food kneeling to my side.

Their eyes grew large with nostrils flaring as they looked down, realizing the shirt had pulled back, exposing my lady parts with a loud gasp pulling the shirt down.

“PERVERTS!” I signed forcefully, slapping Birgir across the face, feeling a sudden pang in my heart as his face saddened.

Mikkel and Davyn smirked darkly as it seemed a silent conversation was taking place between the three.

Birgir shook his head, looking at me with a perked brow as his large, warm hands gripped firmly, but gently under my armpits lifting me up with a squeak. Feeling the soft bed cradle my butt as my hand held the shirt down over my thighs.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Mikkel asked softly as Birgir walked over to the machines, turning off the heart monitor but left the other attached to my arm.

Tapping the monstrosity on my leg with a twisted expression.

“Itches.” I signed, huffing a dark exhale smelling something inviting.

“I know the trick.” Davyn laughed softly as he dipped into the closet, returning with a wire hanger, bending it out straight adding some medical tape over the end.

“Where’s it itching?” He laughed softly as Birgir and Mikkel perked a curious brow at him.

“What, she has an “itch” that needs scratched.” Davyn shrugged innocently with an evil smirk at the other two.

Crossing my arms with my own perked brow, pointing to my upper thigh and lower calf. Davyn walked over like he was my savor, snatching the hanger from his hand.

“Fat chance.” I signed as I went to work subduing the itch with a loud moan.

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