Free Quarantine by Dakota Rebel Page B

if I were offering myself to him, like a cat in heat. The irony was not lost on me at all.
    Over and over, he pounded himself into my pussy, his thick cock occasionally slamming into my cervix and making me whimper, a half-pained, half-pleasured sound. His fingers dug into my hips, and I knew I would have bruises, but I didn’t care. They would be battle wounds I could carry with me when I left him.
    “Fuck, Jo,” Dean growled. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me. Mine. Mine. Tell me.”
    “Yours,” I cried, my hands scrambling to grip something. A cool hand enveloped mine, and I looked up to see Nate, his fingers entwining mine. “Yours,” I repeated, looking back at the man inside me.
    Dean came, that half howl, half scream sound tearing from his throat. I felt his cock twitching inside of me, spilling his seed deep inside my pussy. Without warning his teeth sunk into my shoulder, and I came, clawing at Nate’s hand as my body convulsed under Dean’s weight and teeth. I could tell I was bleeding, but it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. The longer he kept his mouth placed to the wound the harder my body shook, tiny orgasms exploding through my muscles again and again until I thought my throat had torn from screaming my pleasure.
    His grip on me slackened, and he slid out of me, his forehead resting on my back. I collapsed to the floor, Dean falling on top of me with a thump. He rolled to the side, and when I opened my eyes to look at him I saw that there was indeed blood covering his lower lip. I smiled lazily and leaned over, licking it gently, the sweet coppery taste hitting my taste buds and sending a shiver down my spine.
    “Mine,” he whispered, kissing me softly.
    “Yours,” I purred, snuggling into the arms he opened for me.
    My body and my mind were spent. It had been a long, emotional night, and I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and drifted away. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid to give myself to sleep. I knew tonight I would have no bad dreams, and no one would come after me. I was safe here in Dean’s arms. I was home.
    * * * *
    “Jo.” Nate’s voice broke through the cloud of sleep burying my brain. “Jo, sweetie, you need to get up and eat.”
    “Not hungry,” I mumbled, rolling away from him.
    “Doesn’t matter,” Jasen said.
    I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me.
    “It’s the day of the full moon love. You have to eat. We all overslept. We should have started eating hours ago.”
    “Ugh.” I pulled the blankets over my head. I felt as if I could sleep for a week. But against my will, my stomach gave a loud growl, and I knew this was a lost battle. My beast would win, food over sleep every time.
    A knock on the front door startled all of us. I pulled the covers down a little so I could see and looked from Nate to Jasen who both shrugged.
    “Stay there,” Dean said, walking across the room. He opened the door, and a man walked in. He looked vaguely familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.
    “Good news,” he said. He smiled widely until he saw me lying on the floor, obviously naked under the blanket and surrounded by Nate and Jasen. “Um, someone confessed to calling in the Anthrax threat. It was a hoax. We’ve cleared up outside, and you’re free to go.”
    “That is great news,” Dean agreed, moving to block the man’s view of us. “Thank you for letting us know.”
    The man left quickly, and I realized he looked familiar because I’d seen him several times before, but he’d always been behind a big plastic helmet. His words slowly sunk in. We were free to go. I could get out of here. My mind started calculating how far I could get before I’d have to shift.
    “You’re not going anywhere,” Nate said as if reading my mind. “You know it’s not safe to take off now. You have to stay through the night. If you’re still hell-bent on taking off tomorrow, fine. But tonight, we’re locking down the bar, and no one gets in or out.”
    I nodded.