Scarlett's POV
I practically sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the cold ache between my thighs and the slick dripping down my legs. The moment I slammed my bedroom door shut, I clicked the heavy lock into place, leaning my back against the dark wood as my heart hammered violently against my ribs.
My chest was heaving, my mind completely spinning from the sensory overload. One second I was practically drowning in their combined touch, and the next, I was being handled like a piece of meat at an auction block.
Idiots. Complete, territorial idiots.
Inside my head, my wolf was pacing restlessly, her fur bristling with a mixture of leftover arousal and pure annoyance. They went too far, she growled, her sharp teeth bared in my mind. We are their mate, not a trophy to be won by whoever can shove the hardest.
"Exactly," I muttered aloud to the empty room.
