Page 156 of Rattle the Cage

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, one I wasn’t ready to deal with. So instead, I tossed my phone into the plush sheets.

Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I forced my feet to the ground and walked to the shower.

The hot water on my skin felt fucking orgasmic — if my body was capable of coming any more.

I washed the muck of the park from my hair, watching the dirt swirl down the drain. But I gasped as I cleaned between my legs, feeling the slick excitement from Nash’s toys slipping down my thighs.

Shaking my head, I should have been embarrassed. But all I felt was need.

Once I was done cleaning myself off, I dried off and slipped on some comfy pajamas before heading out to the living room.

As soon as I stepped out of my room, Blade’s devious grin was waiting at the end of the hallway. “Good morning, Trinket.”

A flush rose to my cheeks. Just from her face, I knew that Nash had told her all about our night together.

“Morning.” I crossed my arms over my stomach as I walked into the kitchen.

Standing at the stove, Nash looked up to greet me, a gentle smile teased the corners of her stoic face. “Good morning, Sweet Lamb.” Her voice was a deep rumble, one that brought me right back to the night before.

I took a seat in one of the bar stools, avoiding meeting Nash’s gray eyes.

Blade came up behind me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “I cannot believe I didn’t get a taste of you last night.” Taking in a deep breath, Blade sniffed my skin. “I wish you still smelled like sweat.”

Rolling my eyes, I looked up at Blade. “You’re a sick little freak.”

Nodding, Blade straddled the bar stool next to mine. “But I’m all yours, Trinket.”

Nash slid a plate of food across the counter. “For you.”

“Thanks.” I smiled at her, my chest hurting as our eyes locked. Everything rushed back to me.

Master.

But the smell of the food was enough to break the spell — for now. On the plate was a delicious spread of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and a ham and cheese pastry.

Like a starved animal, I dug in with my bare hands. Between Fright Night and what Nash had done to me after I’d lost, I was completely depleted. And if I had any hope of playing Auntie for Chrissy today, I needed to refuel as quickly as possible.

Blade licked her lips as she watched me scarf down my breakfast. “Fuck, you really did a number on our girl.”

“I’d like to think so.” Nash leaned down on the counter, her muscular, tattooed forearms pressed into the cool stone.

Between bites, I eked out a question. “Could one of you drive me into town tonight? I’m meeting Lola and Chrissy for Trick-Or-Treating.”

“Of course.” The pair of them said in unison.

Their heads whipped around to look at each other.

Letting out a manic cackle, Blade clapped her hands together. “Field trip!”

Nash laughed, a charming smile teasing her lips. “We’re happy to help.”

Once my plate was licked clean enough to put back in the cabinet, I stood from the bar stool to get ready. My mind was already racing, trying to figure out what to wear. My closet wasn’t necessarily kid-friendly, especially when it came to impromptu Halloween costumes.

Before I could even grab my dirty dish, Nash had scooped it up and loaded it into the dishwasher. With a wink, she nodded toward the hallway and sent me on my way.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I couldn’t help the nerves that still lingered in my body. I loved getting to see what my Freaks wanted at the end of a hunt. It was an excuse to let their darkest desires see the light. And I was privy to all of them.

Walking down the hallway, I felt myself smiling.