How Could I Forget?

Elicia:

Muffled bantering echoed harmoniously through the darkness, stretching out with a soft groan of discomfort as warm Christmas cottage swirled heavily around the bedding. Sliding out from the tangled mess of Egyptian cotton material and soft, plushy velvet as the warm oak flooring embraced my groggy ass towards the bathroom.

“God, how much did I drink last night?” Rubbing my sleep hazed face with a soft whimper as my bladder released a tidal wave of silent exhilaration.

Realizing my naked state, quickly flushing and staring back at my golden tan riddled with deep bruises and ugly patches of purply-red flesh.

“HICKIES!” Turning my body to the sides, rubbing my fingers over the tender patches with a scrunched face trying to remember last night and “What the Actual Fuck?”

Lifting my leg seeing deep bruising and…

“Finger marks?” Whispering out in disbelief, catching my panicked stare in the mirror as my ombre locks laid tussled and fluffed against my trembling frame.

What the Hell happened last night?

Snapping my eyes over my shoulder as the bantering echoed out again, hearing the distinctive “HELLO!!” in that sweet sing song voice I loved so much.

“Izzy!” Cheering excitedly, grabbing my blue sweats and a gray t-shirt from my closet tripping over the discarded black and silver comfort, tossing it quickly back to the bed as a strange rush of panic roared through my body.

The guys’ doors opened to empty rooms, inhaling the intoxicating scent of warm cottage as Randi approached with smeared blood along his wrinkled and disheveled black button-up. Rex was following him with a fearful and concerned expression as Randi blew past me, knowing something was seriously wrong.

“RANDI!” Rex called for him as the front door slammed open with the audible purr of the B48 as the mini squealed out of the cobblestone drive.

“Shit!” Rex darted back through the open oak door, grabbing his keys from the side table with a troubled expression as my feet rushed me back to my room. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, pressing speed dial listening to the instrumental melody of “Too Close” by Alex Clare before Randi’s voice laughed through the line.

“Fucking voicemail.” Pressing redial quickly, rushing out the room slamming into a massive wall of muscle and grunting laughs. Rubbing my nose with a scrunched expression, pressing redial until it finally went straight to voicemail.

Staring into those amber orbs that glowed to life against those sculpted facial features.

“What happened? Why did Randi and Rex rush out of here? Why are you looking at me like I’m gourmet food?” Scanning between their faces as their intoxicating scents, dripped slowly into the depths of my burning core, flinching back as their vibrating chests purred in a dark growling grunt.

“Because you are.” Elias stroked his finger along my cheek, tucking back a stray lock of hair with a gentle brush of his thumb along my jawline.

What the Fuck? Did I miss something?

“Easy brother, our dessert will melt if you keep that up.” Chris smiled a megawatt grin, cursing the heavens for creating these “Men of sexual desire” gulping down the butterflies that fluttered up my throat as petite hands appeared from nowhere.

“Let the poor girl breathe. Jeez, bunch of cavemen.” Izzy smiled brightly, grabbing my arm with a low hissing as the guys refused to let me go.

Brushing past them with confusion seeping from every pore as Desmond stood in the hallway, holding up a steaming mug of coffee and a playful wink as they led me towards the living room.

“Elicia, I apologize for my hormonal Neanderthals for sons. I swear, once these men get a taste, their brains shrivel-up and crumble under our power.” Izzy laughed loudly as Desmond tilted his head in amusement. Struggling to figure out what she was talking about as the guys entered the living room with their muscular chests glistening softly against the morning sunrays.

Adverting my gaze to the steaming mug of creamy richness, sinking into the beige sectional with a shaky exhale as Randi’s pained expression flashed across my thoughts. Rex looked equally pained as they rushed out without one word, not even a “Goodbye”.

“Elicia?” Roger spoke uncertain, looking up from my mug with a sense of panic bubbling through my veins as their smiles faltered into concern.

“Jesus, I think you boys over did it.” Izzy laughed shortly, feeling my insides twist and knot as her bright smile wavered into a concerned scowl.

What is she talking about “over did it”? Did what? Confusion setting in more and more as their tilted smirks hid a silent secret.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they? If they did, you tell Mama Izzy and I’ll beat the “Ever Loving Fear” into them.” Her hands cupped my trembling grip along the mug, gasping against the coolness of her hands as the room began to pulsate and swirl.

Her head snapped quickly towards the guys, hissing lowly at them as they sat back into the sectional with confused expressions of hurt and uncertainty.

“Why would they hurt me? We’re friends.” Looking up from my mug of cooling richness, watching Izzy and Desmond share a perplexed expression between them and the guys, well, they looked like the earth crumbled from under them falling into the darkness of nothingness.

“Butterfly, do you remember anything from last night?” Ben looked like he was on the brink of tears as the other three stared at me with swirling orbs of greenish amber. Shaking my head with a shaky “no” as the air sucked from the room. Flinching back against the sectional as low growling echoed off the smooth plastered walls, quickly stifled by the heavy cream drapes and rich burgundy designed Persian rugs.

“I think I drank too much last night. Everything is a black mess.” Speaking uncertain in my own actions, feeling the room begin to shift into this weird wavy kaleidoscope of colors.

“You “boys” really did a number on her.” Desmond chuckled lowly, receiving a warning hiss from Izzy as the guys looked at me with pleading eyes to remember last night.

“Desmond!” Izzy snipped sharply, jerking back at her sudden demonic growl as Desmond sunk back into the sectional with his hands held up in surrender.

“Sorry my love.” He spoke softly, sulking like a little kid being scalded by their parent.

“Elicia, sweetheart. What do you remember exactly from last night?” Izzy looked at me with a soft gaze, studying the cool liquid that once warmed my hands through the mug.

Shuffling through my thoughts, remembering Maxine helping me get ready for the club, meeting up with Randi and Rex, the painted bodies glowing in the blacklights as the club thumped to life with sexually charged beats.

“Hummingbird?” Chris rasped lowly as Elias and Roger shared a silent communication with puckered lips and scrunched brows, looking away as their eyes filled with a silent pain.

What did I do? What did Izzy mean about “taste” and the power we hold?

Hold on, the “hickies”.

The mug crashed to the dark oak flooring, splattering the creamy richness along my legs and feet as my body shot up from the couch, pacing wildly along the room.

Did we? No, I would have remembered. Did I drink that much? Oh God, I’m going to Hell. Oh, Hello Mr. Devil! throw me into Dante’s second circle of Lust, because I’m a sinful whore driven mad by these four manly “Gods of Sex”.

Snapping my panicked gaze to Izzy as she covered her mouth in laughter, looking between all their faces with strange swirling orbs and tilted smirks of amusement.

“Oh, E! You’re not going to Hell, maybe closer to blissful Heaven but not Hell. These four would never let you touch one toe in Hell unless you asked for it.” Izzy stood up with a twisted expression as the guys looked up to her with shocked expressions of mortification.

How the Actual Fuck!

Closing my eyes as the panic swirled heavily in the pit of my stomach, exhaling through the nauseating knot that crept up the back of my throat.

“Jesus Christ! You “boys” fucked her into forgetting.” Desmond chuckled loudly but the room was quiet, besides the furnace kicking on and the small crackling of the logs in the fireplace as the guys groans and scoffs echoed through my head.

“Not funny dad. This is serious.” Elias grumbled lowly as a strange pain radiated through my neck, feeling like I was suffocating on nothing.

“Do you think…no! impossible.” Ben spoke calmly with a questioning tone as my legs trembled and shook, dropping to the ground as hot tears plipped and splattered along my hands, gasping loudly as hot palms cupped along my cheeks.

“Elicia, Kitten. Look at me.” Elias spoke softly, brushing his thumbs along my cheeks as the tears spilled heavier, shaky my head in disbelief that I would forget the most amazing night of my life, fulfilling a deep seeded desire to be with them.

How could I forget?