Page 47 of Infernal Bonds

Memories of dinner came back in fragments and made me want to crawl under the bed and never come out again.

I collapsed onto my side in bed and covered my face with my hands, curling into the fetal position. I could confidently say it wasn’t possible to disappear from humiliation. If it were, I would’ve vanished already.

I sat up and took a deep breath to steady myself.

I couldn’t even rely on an alcohol—err, candy-related blackout to conveniently forget everything. Nope. I had a front-row seat to reality.

I’d touched myself in front of them.

Moaned.

I even asked Ezra to touch me.

I threw myself at Zeke.

“Oh god. He’s gonna hate me.”

I stared at the shorts on the floor, contemplating lying back down and accepting death.

But then I realized something.

Whoever brought me to bed hadn’t stripped me down while I was unconscious. They’d put a towel down to keep the bed dry.

I glanced at the neat covers at the foot of the bed.

They’d kept me from getting overheated again.

Even if only one of them carried me to bed, they all had access to my room. They had ample opportunity to take advantage of the situation—and they hadn’t. They’d been considerate of me. Respected me.

And I’d gone and acted like a…

I groaned and buried my face in my hand.

They’d been so considerate despite my behavior.

Ezra moved his chair so he could keep his hand on my head to cool me down. Zeke held my glass for me because apparently, I forgot how drinking water worked. And Cyn? I vaguely remembered his words about not taking me upstairs. He’d refused to take advantage of the situation—even though he wanted me.

He still wanted me.

I remembered the way he looked at me.

I shook my head to push that thought away as quickly as it came, but it was too late.

Heat curled low in my stomach again.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

How long did the effects of the stupid candy last?

I looked at my closet for about three seconds before I crossed the room and threw the door open. I dug through the box of goodies and brought my favorite vibrator back to the bed.

I shimmied out of my panties and climbed back onto the bed, positioning myself on the towel with my legs spread and my feet planted. I gasped the moment the cool air in the room hit my heated core.

I ran the vibrator along my swollen lips and aching clit, coating the bright pink toy with my wetness before bringing it to my entrance.

I wasn’t in the mood to mess around—I wanted to get off and get off soon.

I’d been edged all night by a stupid piece of candy.