I was feeling shy. All my bravery from the club was gone. I was hyper aware of the fact that I’d gone without panties, and nowa princewas in front of me, watching me like maybe he knew that. I was still trying to get over the idea of being with multiple men–
Two.
Two men.Only two.
I could feel Aiden was opening up his mind inside my room, trying to tell me something, so I let him.
Invite him in,Aiden said.I’m down for group activities, baby, you know that.
I held back a laugh, but the thoughts that filled my mind in response to that idea were probably not the same type of group activities Aiden was imagining.
Rafe slowly cupped my face, his dark eyes bouncing back and forth between mine while he breathed evenly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said softly, and I realized I’d never replied to him. He must have known I was speaking to Aiden, since he didn’t mention my silence. “Unless you’d like me to come in?”
I chewed my lip, flushing when Rafe’s pupils dilated slightly, watching me.
“I think I should call it a night,” I whispered. “I don’t…I’m sorry–”
“Don’t be sorry,” Rafe cut me off gently. “This is a lot. I know things are…weird. One night of dancing won’t change that. But I am sorry. And Idowant this. You. Him. The whole Chain. Anyone you want to add. I promise.”
“Anyone I want to add?”
Aiden had said the same thing to me a million times, and my mind was still blown when I thought about it. I could barely handle the three men fate wanted me to have, when was I supposed to find time for a fourth?
I mean…two men. I could do that. Maybe a third.Nevera fourth.
I gulped. God, the Prince really knew how to render me speechless.
Rafe leaned down, pausing with his lips only inches from mine. “Can I kiss you goodnight?” he whispered, his breath fanning across my lips.
I nodded, feeling weirdly lightheaded from his proximity. He leaned in all the way, gently pressing his soft lips against mine.
I breathed out harshly. The sensation from this kiss was so different from the hungry, needy one we’d shared in the club. This one was soft, full of want and…something…else. Which was weird considering I really didn’t know much about Rafe at all, but…I felt like I’d known my shadow pretty well. My mind was still working on putting the two together.
His tongue barely feathered across my lips, and I let him into my mouth for just a split second before my stupid fucking brother opened his stupid fucking mouth.
“Listen, Skye. I like Aiden, but this one? It’s too much. Do that in your room, holy shit.”
I pulled back from Rafe so quickly, I would have stumbled if he weren’t holding me.
Rafe was annoyed, I could feel it rolling off of him as if he were in his shadow form. His face remained expressionless, though, and he ended up giving Zephyr a tight grin.
“Sorry, brother,” he said lightly.
Zephyr froze, his expression slightly horrified. “Don’t ever call me that again.”
I snorted, because I couldn’t help it, and then I buried my face inRafe’s chest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a wonderful hug while I breathed him in.
Zephyr shuffled past us, grumbling something about how gross this was, and I could feel Rafe’s smile against my temple before he kissed me there.
He stepped back reluctantly, then gave me a tender smile as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Talk to your mother,” I said gently.
Rafe tilted his head to the side, his dark eyes sharpening slightly.
“Talk to her…about the academy, about…anything. Ask about her thoughts on things. You’ll regret it someday if you don’t.”
