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wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you,” Keeley said and covered her mouth when she yawned. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby. Why don’t you scoot down and go to sleep? You’ll need to rest frequently until you get your strength back,” Bradford said and moved out from behind her.
Keeley slid down and placed her head on the soft pillow. Her eyes were too heavy to keep open anymore, so she didn’t even try. She smiled as each of her new mates kissed her on the cheek, forehead, and temple, and then was unconscious.
Chapter Eight
Keeley healed even more over the next week and a half. She was almost back to full strength, but her men were still treating her courteously. They touched her often, on the arms and back, and even kissed her, but they were driving her insane. They slept in the same bed with her every night, but they hadn’t made one sexual move toward her. She was going out of her mind with lust.
They had each wormed their way into her heart with how gently they handled her. Each man treated her a little differently. Liam made his arrogant demands, commanding her to rest whenever he thought she was tired. Lucius was distant and solicitous, but she could still see the fire in his eyes when he looked at her. And Bradford was willing to get her anything and everything she desired, before she even knew what she wanted. If she even looked at the jug on the table across the room, he would fill a cup and hand her a drink.
Every time they were near, they would touch and kiss her gently. She wanted to scream and demand they make love to her. As soon as they were in her vicinity, her breathing escalated, her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened. Her pussy was always dripping wet, and she ached to be loved by them.
She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. The healers had given her a clean bill of health, and she was sick and tired of being an aching mass of unrequited desire.
She sighed and finished dressing. She looked down at the short, black, leather-like skirt and midriff halter top. She felt too exposed. Her breasts were too large and her hips too wide. She wasn’t happy with the body she had, but since there was nothing she could do about it, she shrugged with resignation. At least her waist was smaller than her top and bottom.
She sat on the side of the bed and pulled the ankle-length soft suede boots on. She was breaking out of this room for the first time since her mates had brought her here. She was curious about the house and the occupants and was determined to meet the members of the pride.
Keeley held her breath and tried the door handle. She exhaled heavily when the door opened. Her mates had said they didn’t want her roaming about the place by herself, so she had expected the door to be locked. She had no idea why they’d said that, and every time she’d been about to ask, one of her men would begin talking about something else and she became distracted enough to forget her pending question.
She looked left and right but didn’t see anyone traversing the long hallways. She stepped out of the room and began to walk. She didn’t hurry. She looked about her and noticed the many closed doors leading off the corridors. She was curious about what was behind them, but decided not to give in the urge to investigate. She didn’t want to be found snooping about in someone else’s bedroom.
She was nearly to the end of the long hall when she became aware of many voices drifting toward her. She hesitated a moment, chewing on her bottom lip and deciding if she was brave enough to continue. Pushing her shoulders back and lifting her head, she moved toward the sound.
Everyone was gathered in the dining chamber. When she reached the doorway to the massive room, she hesitated. Row upon row of men sat at the tables, eating. She moved farther into the room, and the noise of talking ceased.
She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. She was about to back from the room with
“Don’t be sorry, baby. Why don’t you scoot down and go to sleep? You’ll need to rest frequently until you get your strength back,” Bradford said and moved out from behind her.
Keeley slid down and placed her head on the soft pillow. Her eyes were too heavy to keep open anymore, so she didn’t even try. She smiled as each of her new mates kissed her on the cheek, forehead, and temple, and then was unconscious.
Chapter Eight
Keeley healed even more over the next week and a half. She was almost back to full strength, but her men were still treating her courteously. They touched her often, on the arms and back, and even kissed her, but they were driving her insane. They slept in the same bed with her every night, but they hadn’t made one sexual move toward her. She was going out of her mind with lust.
They had each wormed their way into her heart with how gently they handled her. Each man treated her a little differently. Liam made his arrogant demands, commanding her to rest whenever he thought she was tired. Lucius was distant and solicitous, but she could still see the fire in his eyes when he looked at her. And Bradford was willing to get her anything and everything she desired, before she even knew what she wanted. If she even looked at the jug on the table across the room, he would fill a cup and hand her a drink.
Every time they were near, they would touch and kiss her gently. She wanted to scream and demand they make love to her. As soon as they were in her vicinity, her breathing escalated, her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened. Her pussy was always dripping wet, and she ached to be loved by them.
She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. The healers had given her a clean bill of health, and she was sick and tired of being an aching mass of unrequited desire.
She sighed and finished dressing. She looked down at the short, black, leather-like skirt and midriff halter top. She felt too exposed. Her breasts were too large and her hips too wide. She wasn’t happy with the body she had, but since there was nothing she could do about it, she shrugged with resignation. At least her waist was smaller than her top and bottom.
She sat on the side of the bed and pulled the ankle-length soft suede boots on. She was breaking out of this room for the first time since her mates had brought her here. She was curious about the house and the occupants and was determined to meet the members of the pride.
Keeley held her breath and tried the door handle. She exhaled heavily when the door opened. Her mates had said they didn’t want her roaming about the place by herself, so she had expected the door to be locked. She had no idea why they’d said that, and every time she’d been about to ask, one of her men would begin talking about something else and she became distracted enough to forget her pending question.
She looked left and right but didn’t see anyone traversing the long hallways. She stepped out of the room and began to walk. She didn’t hurry. She looked about her and noticed the many closed doors leading off the corridors. She was curious about what was behind them, but decided not to give in the urge to investigate. She didn’t want to be found snooping about in someone else’s bedroom.
She was nearly to the end of the long hall when she became aware of many voices drifting toward her. She hesitated a moment, chewing on her bottom lip and deciding if she was brave enough to continue. Pushing her shoulders back and lifting her head, she moved toward the sound.
Everyone was gathered in the dining chamber. When she reached the doorway to the massive room, she hesitated. Row upon row of men sat at the tables, eating. She moved farther into the room, and the noise of talking ceased.
She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. She was about to back from the room with
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