He buries his face in my neck.

“You guys fell into a war between men.” I push against him when his tongue slips out, sliding across the vein in my neck.

“We were born to be their army.” He lifts my knee, running his fingertips down my thigh until he can slip past the bottom of my shorts.

“Wait—” I gasp when his finger slips inside me.

I turn my head to meet his lips.

“No more questions,” he whispers, and I take his mouth with mine.

He’s slow in his movement, taking his time as he drives me wild. When I clench my pussy muscles over his finger, he shifts onto his elbow, his tongue sweeping so deep into my mouth I hold my breath.

He adds a second finger, curving his knuckles into a hook and he increases his speed, his thumb coming up to push against my clit as hard as his grip will allow.

When I start to push into his hand, he pulls his thumb back and scrapes my clit with the tiny nail of his thumb, making me moan into his mouth.

My hand finds his dick in his pants and I start to stroke him as quickly as I can, taking the time to run my fingertips over his head every few pumps.

Finally, he growls, rips his mouth from mine and jumps on top of me.

His pants are down, my shorts are moved over and he’s inside me in the next second.

He pulls my legs back, bringing my knees to meet his ribs as he thrusts in and out in manic motions.

My hands shoot up to push on the headboard to keep my body as steady as can be so I can feel every hit against my clit.

My pussy starts to convulse around him, and he slips his hands under me, gripping me behind my shoulders. He increases his speed.

It’s hard and loud and so are we.

“Oh God...” I moan, my head falling back as every muscle in me tightens, and then I come, hard and pulsing. My body shakes against him, but he doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow his pace. He fucks me harder and my walls clench again.

He pulls out and I whimper.

Maddoc bends, kissing my stomach before pulling my clit into his teeth. He bites, then sucks while rolling his tongue against me and I start to shake, my knees clamping over his ears, my feet locking over his head, but right before I come again, he yanks back and flips me over, pulls my ass up and pushes back in.

Three deep thrusts and he grunts, running a hand down my spine as I wobble on my knees. He pulls out, spreads my ass cheeks apart and then his hot cum is coating my asshole, running down my slit to blend with mine as it’s forced from me.

He slides his dick against me, rubbing through our cum a minute before he smacks my ass and falls beside me.

I face-plant into my pillow, making him chuckle with the little breath he has control of.

A minute passes and then there’s a bang on my door.

“If you guys are done, we need to talk.”

I groan against my pillow and look to Maddoc with a raised brow. “Any chance you could go again real quick?”

He grins in amusement and covers my back with his body, pushing his dick against my ass. “I could go and go and go, Snow, but I like knowing you’re sitting around waiting to feel my dick stretching you again.”

My core heats and he laughs lightly like he knows it.

“And you thought you could pretend to forget this,” he says smugly and I my jaw drops, and I laugh.

He smirks and walks out, shoving Royce back when he attempts to slip past him and closes my door.

I laugh, grab some fresh clothes and head for the shower.

By the time I get downstairs, I figured the boys would be done with their little powwow, but I find them sitting on the couch, eyes on me.

I slow my pace. “What?”

“Did Collins corner you in the bathroom yesterday?” Maddoc asks, his face blank.

“Yeah,” I admit. No point in lying if they already know.

“And you didn’t fucking tell me?”

“No ...” I eye him, suddenly wondering if I made the wrong move. “I didn’t purposely not mention it, I just didn’t think about it.”

“Are you for real?” Royce snaps, shooting to stand. “You didn’t fucking think about it? You didn’t think we’d want to know if the one piece of shit who constantly tries to fuck us, was fucking with you?”

I eye them and my mother’s pitiful words spread inside me like the disease she is, wrapping around and squeezing my ribs and dare I say the organ that beats beneath them.

Foolish, worthless, unworthy of more than she gave.

I pick up my backpack from behind the couch and head for the door. “I’m not gonna be your little rat, so if that’s what you were hoping for ... find another piece to play with.” I push out the door and lean against the SUV to wait for the assholes inside.

Captain is outside just as quick as me.

He stares at me over the hood and when I widen my eyes like a bitch, he glances off. “Don’t push us away because you’re feeling things you never had.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well, I know what I’m talking about. And just so you know, that was about you. And not because we need to know everything but because we care. If someone is bothering you, threatening you, or hurts you. We want to know.”

The front door opens, and Captain finally unlocks the car, so I slip inside.

Nobody says a word on the drive to the donut store, nor on the way to school.

Lost in our own heads, the four of us exit the vehicle and head inside.

When I spot Bass leaning against my locker down the hall, I cut from the group, but Maddoc grabs my arm and yanks me back.

Captain and Royce step back but keep close.

Everyone around slows their steps and dozens of eyes land on his grip on my arm and my glare on his face.

Then he pulls me in, wraps his hand around my waist and leans forward while I lean back.

He speaks low, intensity he’s never shown me making up his every word. “I have every fucking intention of getting to that point.” Maddoc’s eyes harden.

“What point?”

“Knowing where you are, who with, and what was said. And it has nothing to do with wanting to piss you off and everything to do with keeping me sane.”

“Careful, big man,” I whisper, a sudden pounding now hitting against my temple. “That sounds a lot like a king falling. The ground isn’t very soft at my feet.”

He leans even closer, his mouth damn near touching mine and I bite my tongue to keep from doing or saying something stupid. “I can handle it.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

“Liar,” he hisses, and I’m released and dismissed in the next second. “Two fucking minutes, Snow. Don’t push me.”

I flip him off, ignoring all the side stares and make my way to Bass, fighting to get my pulse under control when all it wants to do is scratch to the surface.

Bass looks from where Maddoc stands to me.

“Don’t,” I warn him, opening my locker to grab the books for my first few classes, putting the ones in my backpack in their place. “Thought I was on your ban list?”

“I don’t have a ban list.”

“No, but you have an ‘avoid to keep the peace’ list. Same shit.” I lean against the metal, facing him. “What’s up?”

Bass frowns at his badass combat boots before lifting it to me.