Tragos groaned low in agreement, digging his fingers into her butt to pull her even closer. He could think of nothing he wanted to do more than bury himself inside her, to fuck her till they were both exhausted, to fall asleep next to her, even. Her place had become an unexpected sanctuary, not that Tragos would have ever put it in those exact words.
He should have been primed to hear the door open, should’ve been paying attention, but no, thoughts of blocking all the world out later had blocked all the world out in the present. The first he heard of their company was their footsteps, heavy boots on the ground approaching, and he broke the kiss a fraction of a moment before Barak grabbed Marcie and wrenched her roughly out of Tragos’ grip. Tragos jumped to his feet and Gino’s arm shot out to keep him back. “Get the fuck outta here,” Tragos snapped at them all. “Let her go.”
“Sorry, little brother, you don’t give the orders round here,” Barak said, twisting Marcie’s hair in his grip and forcing her head backwards to expose her throat, and to push out her chest.
After last night, he should have been ready for the world to change to fucked up again in an instant.