“Fuck sakes,” Devlin grumbled.
“Well, you do,” Reese argued. “And he knows how to use it.”
“Can we stop talking about my dick?”
For once, I agreed with Devlin. Just because he smelled as good as he looked, that didn’t mean I was interested in his package.
At least that was what I told myself while my eyes slid over to my right, where his form was looming over me. More specifically, to a particular part of his form. Based on the size of the bulge under those dark jeans, Reese wasn’t lying.
“Stop staring at my dick,Bréagán.”
I tore my eyes away and returned Devlin’s scowl. “I wasn’t staring.”
“Yes, you were.” Reese snickered.
There was a difference between seeing and staring. And it was kind of hard not to see something that was right there. Devlin’s hips were above the stone slab I was lying on, putting his package right in my line of sight. Either he was taller than I remembered, or I was lower than I thought.
Speaking of which, why was I still lying down?
Using my elbows, I propped myself up to sit. Then froze as realization hit me. I wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of white cotton panties.
Shit.
My arms quickly folded over my chest to hide my breasts. That’s when I noticed the writing. It was everywhere. Over the skin on my arms, down my chest and stomach, and across my legs. At least it looked like some kind of writing. I wasn’t sure what language it was, but I had seen a few of the symbols before.
“What is this?” I reached out to rub one of the symbols, but Devlin grabbed my wrist.
“Leave those alone.”
My eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because I fucking said so.”
Oh, well, in that case… “Go fuck yourself.”
“I mean it, Bréagán.” His fingers tightened, making me wince as a sharp ache shot up my forearm. “Touch one goddamn line, and I’ll break your fucking arm.”
Now it was a matter of pride. “Eat shit, Devlin.”
Reese jumped in before I could do anything.
“You can wash them off if you want, but then what will protect you from the swamp monster?”
I sneered back at him. “There’s no such thing.”
“Are you sure?” His brows rose as he tipped his head. “This is a dream, after all.”
Huh? That was a good point. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet the swamp monster my mind made up. The thing was probably hideous with black tendrils and ooze. Or worse, it could be that evil little witch Cassie who made fun of me in second grade. Just thinking about her cackle sent a shiver up my spine.
“All right, I’ll leave them alone,” I begrudgingly agreed. “For now.”
This was the strangest dream I’d ever had. Everything about it was weird. The air brushing across me was too vivid and crisp. So was the hint of jasmine and cinnamon floating down my throat with every breath. This wasn’t right. It shouldn’t be this real. I wanted to wake up now.
“I don’t like this.”
I especially didn’t like the heat pooling in my belly every time Reese or Devlin looked at me.
“It’s okay.” Reese shushed while gently prying my arms off my chest. “You have a beautiful body. Don’t be ashamed of it.”
