“You guys want to join us?” Kain looks to Rime and Sinister and they both nod a careless nod.
And I sit blinking at the thought of all three of themhelpingme. The casualness of their features tells me I’m the only one with the filthy thoughts flying through my mind. I try to push the sexy images from my mind, but the four-person orgy is really adamant at staying in place within my thoughts.
As if they’re not thinking about your pussy too.
Chaos’ words slip into my mind, ripping right through the imaginary but interesting way the men were stretching me and folding me into positions.
My attention shifts to him, but he only stares blankly out the window.
How do you always know what I’m thinking?
The tiniest of smiles tips the corner of his full lips, but he continues to appear aloof.
Your body language mostly. The way your breasts press harder against your thin shirt with every inhale and exhale. The constant shifting in your seat that only makes you wetter despite your best efforts. And that causes pheromones to just fucking drill straight down into my cock. I’m instantly hard every time you’re uncomfortable, in case you were wondering.
And there I am, shifting once again from the rasping sound of Chaos’ words. He’s so quietly watchful. He understands women without even trying. He understands me.
Too much apparently.
“Okay.” I shove the chair out with a harsh scraping sound. I’m already opening the door as all four men stare at me in bewilderment. Well, except for Chaos. That asshole is displaying every perfect tooth in his head with how wide he’s smiling. “I’ll meet you outside.” The door is almost closed when someone yells after me.
“Coat, My Tamer.”
I fling the door open just far enough to steal Rime’s coat off the hook near the door and pull it right back closed behind me.
“And shoes.”
Mother fucker.
My stare is hard glaring on the mother hen who’s watching me with frost kissed eyes when I reopen the door for the third time. I shove my feet into the shoes and then I pull the door shut for a final time once again.
Safely separating me from the gorgeous men on the other side of it.
* * *
To my … luck? Disappointment? My feelings are still up in the air, but to myslight let down, the men haven’t touched me one time in an hour. At this point Rime has gotten more attention than I have.
Sinister wraps his arm around Rime’s chest, his eyes burning a playful glare into mine. He jerks the taller man backward in a threatening way, and Kain nods his approval to them.
“You could be a little gentler,” Rime says on an even tone as Sinister jolts him back once more, making both of them stumble.
“Sorry.” Sinister pats the shifters chest. “Didn’t mean to hurt your fragile feelings.” His accent is a serene sound that touches over his words in an alluring way.
The relationship Sinister and Rime have is interesting. They’re assholes to one another, but they’re friendly assholes. Maybe this is a normal friendship for Rime. I’m not sure. It’s odd but nice, I guess.
“Okay, again.” Kain nods to me, and the moment I’m instructed I release the building energy within my fingertips. My attention zeros in on the demon just as I release. If I screw up, I’ll scathe Rime’s sexy face. And no one wants that.
Striking white light lashes from my palm with intent. Like an arrow it drives forward toward my target.
At the very last second, Sinister’s body flashes with a shielding layer of crimson magic. The white hits the red with splashing impact. The colors ripple together across his face, changing his features into a warped image.
My magic dissipates slowly and when the film of protective barrier leaves Sinister, he’s smiling a wickedly alluring smile.
“My turn?”
My brows raise and before I can even react, a bolt of red leaves his palm. The wide span of blood red light slices through the air. I lunge just in time. My palms hit the ground, small rocks slicing into my skin.
Before I even stand he shoves Rime aside and rushes me. Another flash of color snaps from his fingertips. My power bursts out in a curving wall of defense. Crimson color rains across it with a clashing sound threatening to tear it right down.
