“The abrupt removal from us, the time spent apart, then the sudden convergence last night and today. We were overwhelmed. To have starved that part of ourselves for so long, to be without her, and then to suddenly be so…” Julien pauses, searching for the right word. “Overindulged.”
And what a pretty word it is.
Filthy ideas spark in my mind, ones where I’m overindulging Red with all the things she wants, then all the things I want, then giving her even more.
“It needs to be…”
“Desensitised,” Kane finishes.
Desensitised?
I scowl, because that’s the very opposite of overindulging.
I cross my arms over my chest plate. “No, I don’t like that. I want to go back to overindulging.”
Because I like things to be sensitive. Sosensitive there’s often begging and whimpering, and maybe a few tears.
Desensitised doesnotsound like my thing.
“To desensitise Jasmine, we need to spend more time with her,” Kane elaborates, ignoring my comment as his gaze sweeps over us. “Be closer.”
Never mind, I’ll be desensitised. Desensitise me the fuck up.
That’s my new favourite word. Second to Red.
“Mate, I need you to go into the specifics, right now.” My markings flare unashamedly.
“The only reason I could flit with Jasmine, then leave her—” Kane winces slightly, and we all know it’s his darkness giving him shit for that part—“is because I’ve spent more time with her recently. More than all of you. We’ve spent time in the Dark Realm together, and we’ve been… physically closer.”
Oh, we know. The lucky bastard. His little sleepover with her flashes through my head, and we all suddenly glance at the sofa.
“So by spending more time, and being closer, you mean…” I hop onto the edge of Zeek’s desk. “Just so I’m crystal clear on this. You’re saying we need to touch her?”
Kane’s jaw sharpens into a deadly line, which makes me grin as I say, “And the shit you two gave—”
“Not that type of touching, you perverted fuck,” Zeek mumbles without looking up, studying something on a sheet of paper.
So I snatch it from his hands and toss it up into the air.
His gaze snaps to mine as the paper falls down around us. “Get off my desk before I touchyou,” he growls.
“Now who’s the pervert?” I tease, but do as he says. I’ve already seen enough pissed off Zeek this week.
“Physical contact will be important.” My sight latches onto Julien as he continues withthat. I’m all ears again. “But we need to let our darkness connect in a more... controlled way.”
The sudden hum filling the room means one thing, all our minds busily concocting what that might look like. And mine’s running a whole porno reel, progressively filthier with each scene. There’s even a leash cameo…
“Sai,” Ezekial rumbles in warning. Guess I let that one slip.
Normally, I’d keep going, but we’re all a little too close to the edge, so I rein it in and make the honourable decision of asking the question none of them want to touch.
“Who’s gonna break this to Red?”
Silence.
Oh, now they’re quiet? Tutting, I fish out my phone.
“What are you doing?” Zeek’s tone lowers into something wary as he stands to look over my shoulder.
