Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“What if we—”
A low growl cut through the room, twisting my head around.
Cato stood in the entrance of the living room—muzzle nowhere in sight. His lips peeled all the way back as he snarled... at me.
“Cato?”
He launched at me.
“Cato!” I barely got those two syllables out before he was on me.
We dropped on the couch—a tangle of limbs, shrieks, and snarls. He was everywhere. Running his hands down my thighs, thumbing under my shirt, palming my chest as I tried to twist free of him. Cato snared my wrists and trapped them over my head.
“Guys,” I cried, bucking against him. “Guys!”
Wilder, Lucien, and Rafael didn’t move.
Grasping my neck, he tipped my head back, trapping the gasp in my throat as he bared his teeth and—
“Oh.” I blushed hot. Goose bumps raced down my cheeks, alighting on each nerve ending.
Cato scraped his canines over my pulsing pain, then licked it in apology. I caught fire and crumbled to dust on the spot. He attacked my neck, nipping and sucking as his hand freely roamed my body. My middle clenched so hard, it hurt exquisitely.
“Cato wasn’t fond of your weekend away,” Rafael drawled, remarkedly unconcerned with the fact his brother was claiming his girlfriend like the last piece of sweet potato pie on Thanksgiving. “Hated that he couldn’t check you were okay. He actually did try to break into your place, but the security around Bowden Manor is impressive.”
My eyes popped. “You’re not seri—”
The world spun. Blinking, I found myself on my stomach—nose buried in a black throw pillow. Cato drew my shirt up to my neck. He licked a stripe up my spine and I bolted. Falling off the couch, I ran upstairs, burst into my room, and slammed the door.
Chest heaving, I slid down against the wood, half-expecting Cato to come through it after me.
My whole body hummed like I stuck my finger in an electric socket. The guys just sat there looking like Cato pinning me down like an animal and having his way with me was another Tuesday, but it fucking was not.
Of all the nights he slipped in my bed, he was as perfect a gentleman as he could be considering he continually spooned me without needing my permission. Of course there was heat between us, and the engagement ring he put on my finger was a massive clue, but he hadn’t acted on his declared possession of me and I didn’t let myself think of if he would.
Why is nothing about that guy predictable!? I pressed my palm against my racing heart, my lower belly still clenched so tight, I didn’t try to make it the rest of the way to my bed.
The wild thing is I’m pretty sure I just got my answer on if the guys would be okay with sharing me. If only the one holdout wasn’t my fiancé. The guy with the power to take just as much away from me as I could take from him.
Chapter Three
Saylor Burkhardt
I wrote the last letter and stopped, staring at the name. Saylor and the Royal Wenches weren’t on my list because Winter gave me five names, and they weren’t one of them.
Visions of blue faces and dripping hair flashed before my eyes.
That all changed.
Saylor didn’t get what was coming to her the night of the party. The germaphobe with the spotless, shining reputation would’ve woken up on a throne of garbage for the whole world to see. Yes, the whole world. We had the cameras and mics ready to go. This shit was going viral.
It was too late for all of that now. Katie was the only Royal willing to put me, Saylor, and the Rogues on the same party guest list, and I had a feeling as long as there was crime tape around the indoor pool, her parents weren’t letting her throw another one anytime soon.
No, I had to think of something else for Saylor and all the beasts who heard her plan to dress as the final, traumatic vision of my older sister, and didn’t say “fuck no, that’s evil.”
But what?
I flicked to the clock, reading eleven p.m. on the dot. I hadn’t been thinking of Saylor all day, but I had spent the last several hours in my room, lost in thought. What the guys and I talked about earlier kept going around and around in my head. I assumed it did for them too, because all of their doors were closed when I came out to make dinner. Wilder searching for a trace of the T.O.D. Club. Rafael making a plan. Lucien sourcing what we needed to make it happen. Cato—
My cheek heated. It was crazy that I still felt his touch all over my body—firm, insistent, and commanding. He was another one who plagued my thoughts, but for reasons so different than Wesley, Owen, Levi, or Saylor.