The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Pony

Don't question my sanity

Part 2

I felt as if I couldn't suck in enough oxygen to breathe, beginning to hyperventilate and shake uncontrollably. Marko pulled me into his chest and stroked along my spine, hushing me as if to calm me down. I squeezed my eyes shut tight until the tremors began to subside.

"Give her a minute, Dwayne." Marko spoke in a hushed tone.

They meant to keep me here as their shared female. I wasn't going home.

Marko tapped me on the shoulder from behind. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He asked in a reverent tone. "You prefer tea, don't you?"

I turned myself around and narrowed my eyes in a merciless glare. They'd kidnapped me and he had the audacity to ask me if I wanted a cup of tea as if this was an innocent tea party in the garden. Had he fallen over in the forest and taken a blow to the head? I was inclined to demand an ice cream and a side plate of brownies to go with it, but I somehow doubted the hospitality would stretch that far.

However, the gorgeous blonde only gazed back at me, smiling sweetly, his kind eyes sparkling full of adoration. I didn't quite know what to make of this behavior. I was a pretty good judge of character and Marko seemed a genuinely nice person, much more gentle than the other three appeared to be. He certainly didn't seem like he meant to do me any harm, so I relaxed into his embrace, allowing myself to enjoy a few moments of comfort.

"I'd love some, thank you." I replied eventually.

Dwayne snapped his head up in shock at my sudden change in mood, hurrying away, muttering that he could go and make me some. The other two men, David and Paul, were standing a few feet away, eyeing me lustfully. I watched as their eyes trailed over my half-covered body. My nightdress had ridden up my legs, exposing my thighs. I pulled down the fabric to give myself an inkling of modesty.

"You'll be great." Marko nuzzled into my throat. "The best mate ever."