Chapter 5 Irresistible

• I was sprawled out on the tile floor of my bathroom, desperately trying to cover myself with a damp towel. My cheeks burned as they entered without my permission, and I frantically tried to scramble back onto my feet. But the floor was slippery, and my flailing legs sent me tumbling back down again.
• A cold sweat ran down my spine as the towel slid from my grasp, leaving me completely exposed. I tried to cover my body with my long, curly rose gold hair, but to no avail. The strands were soaked and stuck to my naked body in clumps.
• I was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything else but look up in horror at the three figures standing before me.
• I looked up in shame to see all three of them—Cheney, Nicholas, and Brian all staring at me—their eyes devouring every inch of my uncovered flesh. Cheney's chest rose and fell faster than usual as his gaze swept over all of my bare skin and settled quickly on my face. A smirk played on his lips when he finally met my eyes.
• "Fuck," Cheney drawled menacingly. "Look at her, she's just begging for it. If you want it that bad, fine." He stepped forward, looming closer with each step until he was close enough to touch me.
• "No!" I scrambled forward, desperately keeping some distance between us. I stretched out an arm as if that could somehow stop him.
• Cheney's large hands came up from behind me and fastened onto my breast with strong hands that were surprisingly gentle as they cupped the swell of my breast and slid along my skin. His rough palms sent a jolt of pleasure through me, followed by a sickening rush of guilt and humiliation as he pinched one nipple before releasing it again.
• He pressed closer pushing his body against mine. His breath was hot on my neck as he greedily explored the curves of my body with his fingertips solid fingers. The scent of him filled my nose—soap, coffee, and man, so much man that it blocked out everything else around me.
• My breath hitched in my throat as I felt the heat of three pairs of eyes upon me. Fear coursed through me as I imagined what might happen if Cheney allowed them access to my body.
• My thoughts ran amok while they waited for an invitation. I could only imagine what they might do to me, how they might hurt me... how much pleasure they would take in abusing me. Their stares were heavy on my skin like a thick blanket woven with coarse hair, and everywhere their eyes fell, I burned with shame and embarrassment.
• Desperate and terrified, I tried to push away Cheney's bulging arms which encircled me like a vice grip. The man was a wall of unyielding muscle. I could almost hear him laughing at my futile attempts to fend him off.
• His lips were pulled up into a malicious grin as he took pleasure in my momentary struggle. With one final shove, I succeeded in breaking free from his embrace.
• "No," I gasped out, pressing both hands to Cheney's chest, feeling the heat emanating from him as I pushed him away. His smirk betrayed an unmistakable sense of victory.
• The other men stood in silence, their eyes wide with hunger and disappointment. Cheney stepped away from me so quickly that I barely had time to register his movement.
• "What are you doing?" Wintyr hissed, whispered in my mind. "Can't you see how much they want us? Let's make them ours."
• "No," I answered back silently, shaking my head. “These guys aren’t for me. They're not even my type."
• "Your type is guys like Jimmy. He was a cheat! Or have you forgotten so quickly? All he wanted was your father's money and when that was gone, he moved on to hotter pastures. He took you for granted and then threw you away."
• My heart sank as her words reminded me of my greatest humiliation. Anger roiled in my gut, but I clenched my jaw, trying not to remember the pain. Sadly, I couldn't ignore someone who lived inside my head.
• I turned to look out at the deep green of the trees beyond the window, taking solace in the peace that stood outside my window. I wish it were so peaceful in here.
• "And why are there three of them? This is too much, too fast. I'm still a virgin for goddesses' sake. Why can't you see that these men aren't interested in you for anything except sex?"
• The ground pitched and swayed beneath me. Memories of Jimmy, my first love, were like a disease that threatened to turn me into stone. He had been my first love, but also a liar and a cheat.
• Jimmy had hurt me deeply when he betrayed our relationship without a second thought, but these three men were supposedly my one true loves according to my wolf spirit. If I chose to accept the fate laid out for me, that is.
• It terrified me. Even with all his faults, at least Jimmy hadn't tried to force himself upon me like these three seemed determined to do.
• I so wanted to lean into them, to feel their heat and strength, but I stepped back. My wolf's growl rumbled out of me as if she were demanding that I go forward; her short hairs stood on end as if ready to strike.
• Their eyes crackled with electricity, like a storm brewing on the horizon, and it struck me deep in my chest. The lust burning inside me threatened to consume me, like lightning striking close by. Its intensity shocked me.
• I tried to calm myself, my thoughts spinning uneasily. What was wrong with me?
• I wanted to lean into them, to feel their heat and strength, but instead I stepped back. A blush crept up my neck as I felt the wetness between my legs, and I knew that if my wolf had anything to say about it, she'd be urging me closer.
• Cheney licked his lips slowly, expectantly. His tongue darted out from between his teeth and swirled inward over his bottom lip before retreating.
• It looked like Brian wanted to say something; instead, he looked away. Nicholas kept his eyes on me, his lips thinned like it pained him to want me in any way.
• The men stayed put as I pushed back towards the bathroom. My body's response to them was even more confusing. I could feel the heat emanating from them, desire and lust mixed into each breath that they took.
• "What are you doing? Why aren't you showing them a good time?" my wolf pressed urgently.
• "Listen to me," I whispered back.
• Nicholas stepped forward and grabbed hold of my arm, spinning me around with a tight grip so that I faced them. His eyes were burning as he took another step towards me, his jaw clenched and his broad chest puffing out slightly. He didn't want to want me, but the bulge in his crotch—which was stunningly large—gave him away.
• "Tell me you like the way our scent makes you feel," he demanded in a low voice. It sounded more like a command than a question. Those ice-blue eyes bored into mine like laser beams.
• I couldn't even lie, the truth bubbling up inside me without any warning. The answer fell from my lips before I could stop it.