Page 72 of The Rust in Her Hair

This one is of Mack and Adrian.

Mack is on his back, legs spread wide, while Adrian is settled between them. Adrian's back is a beautiful, tight curve of muscle as he drives into Mack.

One of Mack's big hands is tangled in Adrian's hair, the other gripping Adrian's hip, guiding him.

My gaze drops to Mack's cock, and my eyes go wide all over again. It's shockingly huge, a thick, heavy club lying against his stomach. The sheer size of it is almost intimidating, the head flushed a deep, angry purple and leaking a clear fluid onto his skin.

I thought Owen's looked big, but Mack is very…different.

A strange, dizzying heat washes over me, and I have to force myself to keep breathing.

I flip to the next photo, and my breath catches. Owen is on his knees in front of Mack, his head tilted back. Mack's shockingly huge cock is in Owen's mouth, the beta's lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. Owen's eyes are closed, his expression one of intense concentration, one of his hands braced on Mack's powerful thigh.

Then the next picture is just as intense. Adrian is kissing Nico, their mouths pressed together, tongues visible as they clash. Adrian's hand is wrapped around Nico's thick cock.

Another flip.

Mack and Owen are both kneeling in front of Adrian, whose legs are spread wide. They both have their heads bent together, their tongues tracing the length of Adrian's long, hard cock, their cheeks almost touching as they lick him.

My heart hammers against my ribs, my face burning, by the time I look at all of them.

I feel like I'm intruding on something deeply private, but I can't stop looking.

Each photo is so powerful and exposed, showing all four men completely lost in each other.

Reaching out, I pick up the first picture again, looking at Mack and Owen kissing. It looks so damn innocent now.

It’s not an affair.

They're together. All four of them.

They’re a pack.

My father would lose his damn mind if he knew I was hiding in a house full of what he lovingly calls sex-crazed degenerates. But looking at the pictures in my hands, I can’t help but focus on the look on all their faces.

Every single one of them is filled with pure love.

My hands tremble as I carefully put the documents back in the box, but I can't bring myself to return the photos. I put the box where I found it, then I sit and stare at the pictures again, my thumb stroking the edge of the final picture.

It’s one with all four of them lying down, with Adrian’s arm extended out, holding the camera to get all of their flushed faces in the frame. In the dim light of the closet, their smiles are soft and lazy.

I wonder what it must feel like to be surrounded by so much love, so much passion. To be wanted that much by not just one person, but three.

My gaze drifts back to the photo of Mack and Adrian. To that shockingly huge cock.

I've never seen one in person, never touched one, but my mind races trying to imagine it. What would that feel like, stretching me open, filling me completely?

A strange, heavy warmth starts low in my belly, and slick gathers between my thighs, soaking into the fabric of Adrian's shorts.

My face burns with shame, but I can't stop looking.

I flip through the photos again and again, my eyes lingering on the intimate parts, on the expressions of pure ecstasy on their faces. I close my eyes and try to imagine it's me.

Me on my hands and knees with Nico behind me, Owen in front of me, Mack and Adrian watching, waiting for their turn.

Before I know it, I’m on my back and my hand slides down my stomach, under the waistband of the shorts. My fingers find my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I circle it slowly, mimicking the rhythm I imagine in the photos, a soft gasp escaping my lips.

The images flash through my mind as I touch myself.