Mila Young

“I’m not dead. Not dead. Not dead,” I mumble to myself.

Someone suddenly tucked their arms under my armpits, and a flash of terror cut through me.

I flinched and scrambled away from them. “Don’t touch me,” I shrieked.

Pain flared across my ravaged cheeks, my heart banging in my chest.

Steele was crouching in front of me, worry twisting his gorgeous features. “You’re safe now, Blake.” He reached out for me. “Can I take you to the infirmary? You’re cut up badly.”

I’m not dead.

I swallowed hard and fought the scream wedged in my chest that wanted to come out. Other orderlies and therapists burst into the room, three of them needed to wrangle Madison who was slashing her own arms now.

I was trembling hard, and fragments of her attack stuck to my mind on replay. Other patients bellowed out, and some ran from the room.

Chaos. It followed me everywhere.

“Blake,” Steele said, bringing me back to him with his hand stroking mine. His touch was soothing, distracting.

I softly leaned toward him. “Please take me away from here.”

“I’ve got you,” he said softly, and butterflies burst in my stomach at the tenderness behind his voice, at the heartfelt expression on his face. There was something deep about his eyes today, like a wild animal. Something stirred behind them with fury. He was angry for me, wasn’t he?

He lifted me into his arms, and I curled myself against his chest. Steele was a strong man; I could feel his muscles shifting against me. Compared to him, I was tiny.

He was the one who’d stayed in the shadows. I knew him extremely well because he was always a bit too rough with me, and liked to remind me what a dirty whore I was as he took me.

He leaned in closer. “You’ve been on my mind endlessly, little human. Thinking about how you love it when I lick your ass and you scream for more. I missed you.”

“Oh fuck. Look at him, he’s already improving just from the scent of your arousal filling the room,” Ash purred. I reluctantly tore my eyes off his dick and looked up at his face. Oh. His color really did look like it was already getting better.

“Touch yourself, princess,” Ash ordered. “Fill the room with the scent of your perfect dripping cunt.”

My pussy gushed at his words.

“You like that,” Ash growled, his voice growing deep and husky. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

Ash’s voice may have been a sexy soundtrack to the moment, but all my attention was focused on Seven, whose color was continuing to rapidly improve.

I slipped my hands down the front of myself, watching his reaction carefully as my fingers slid through my slick folds.