Whitney by Celia Kyle Read Free Book Online Page B

your sisters get settled. The real world beckons.”
    Something deep in Whitney’s bones told her things weren’t going to unfold as easily as the two men anticipated. Sarvis was… evil. She sensed it as he spewed his filth, glaring at her whenever he felt he could get away with it. The man knew too much about what was happening between her, Levy, and Emmett. He hadn’t assumed, he’d recognized what had transpired.
    The real world beckons? More like threatens.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Sleeping between two men she couldn’t touch stank. Sleeping between two men who had large, rock hard cocks digging into her sides sucked donkey balls. Twice. On top of that was the worry over what the coming days would bring. The men were too lax for her tastes, at least, on the surface.
    Well, she wasn’t gonna be laidback on any surface.
    Wiggling and squirming, Whitney slipped from the bed, leaving a fluffy girl shaped hole between them. She knew she wouldn’t have long. All night they’d kept their hands on her, cuddling her between them. She’d been soothed with low grumbles and gentle strokes each time she jerked awake, memories of the pain she’d endured tormenting her.
    Grabbing a discarded T-shirt from the ground, she took a whiff and decided it was clean enough to wear. Oversized and so long it fell to her knees, she figured she was covered enough to make it to Scarlet’s suite. First, she’d sneak into Gabby’s, grab her sister, and then they’d head up the hidden steps and drag Scarlet outta bed. One, two, three, and done.
    Whitney tip-toed to the front door, snaring the key card to her sister’s suite on the way. Thank goodness they’d all exchanged keys. At the time, it’d been because they shared clothes. Now it was for a little breaking and entering.
    The knob turned silently, disengaging and allowing her to ease the door open. She peeked into the hallway, checking to make sure the coast was clear. Carpet stretched from one end of the hall to the other and there wasn’t a wolf or human in sight. Perfect.
    She held her breath, eased from the room and stepped out, ensuring the door clicked closed as quietly as possible. When no growling roars echoed through the hotel, she released the air in her lungs. Whew.
    She bolted down the hallway, anxious to get to Gabs and subsequently Scarlet for some girl talk. In moments she stood before her sister’s door. The keycard slid in easily, the little green light above the handle blinking to let her know she could commence with breaking and entering.
    The interior looked much like Whitney’s room, the entryway leading into a massive living room and two bedrooms branched off from the main space. Following the trail of clothing that led to the room on the left, she soon slipped into the trio’s bedroom.
    And way too much skin was exposed for her liking.
    “Gabby,” she whispered. Nothing happened. “Gabs, wake up.” The damn woman slept like the dead.
    Seeing a couple of socks nearby, she snared and balled them, slipping one inside the other. She hefted the light weight. It was just heavy enough to be thrown and hit her sister. Perfect. At least her time playing softball while her sisters studied wolf-land was good for something.
    Taking aim, she tossed it at Gabby, smacking her right in the face.
    “Wait, wha—” she snuffled. “No more. Tired.”
    God, she didn’t even want to know why Gabs was exhausted. Probably for the opposite reason Whitney wasn’t tired. “Gabby. I need you.”
    Her sister finally raised her head, hair sticking in all directions and squinting eyes met hers. “Huh?”
    “Come on,” she waved her hand, gesturing for her sister to get outta bed.
    Groaning, Gabby dropped her head back to the pillow and whispered into the room. “You so owe me. Breakfast. Lots. Coffee. More.”
    “Done. Come on.”
    Like a fluffy ninja, her sister wiggled and twisted her way from between her men, similar to what Whitney had done. Several tense seconds