“… still can’t believe the fucker had it in him.”
“Sai...”
“Do you think the dress stayed on…”
“Sai—”
“I mean, with that dress? You could just slip—”
I step out of the shadows. “Good morning, boys.”
Sai freezes mid-word.
Ezekial and Julien clearly sensed us, Julien had at least tried to warn him. Maybe half-heartedly.
Sai’s mouth snaps shut, then he takes a long, deep breath, before pasting a wide grin on his face as he turns to me.
When I move further into the room, I’m immediately reminded that I’m not wearing pants.
Kane’s shirt hangs halfway down my thighs, barely buttoned, and all three of them are definitely staring.
Ezekial’s gaze flicks over me with quiet intensity, his expression looks controlled, but his eyes linger just a second too long at the hem.
Julien isn’t even pretending to look away, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.
And Sai looks delighted. Like his imagination just got a sequel.
I continue into the room, feigning nonchalance even as heat crawls up my neck.
“Oh please, continue, Sai.” I tilt my head, voice syrupy-sweet. “You were saying? You could just…”
But his smile only widens, Julien’s lips twitch, Ezekial lets out a low laugh. Then Kane’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me firmly against him.
Now I freeze, my wide eyes darting to three stares.
I never imagined Kane would be a cuddler, especially not a publicone. Maybe not even in front of them. But then again, this isn’t cuddling. This is claiming.
His chin settles on my shoulder as his arms lock around me, nose brushing along the curve of my throat.
“Ignore Sai,” Kane murmurs, breath skimming the shell of my ear and raising goosebumps. “He’s annoyed I didn’t share.”
Then he chuckles.
Kane. Chuckles.
That dark, quiet kind that vibrates against my skin.
Sai’s mouth drops open as he stares at Kane, and he’s not alone. They’re all staring because clearly, none of them are used to this.
To Kane.
Touching me. Holding me.Laughing.
Sai squints, voice dripping disbelief. “Who thefuckare you, and what did you do with Kane?”
If it weren’t for his cold, addictive touch, those lips I definitely remember, or the way our darkness intertwines… I’d be asking the same question.
“I can feel your emotions,” Kane says to them. “All of you.” Then he brushes a kiss to my throat, and I have to fight not to make a sound. “Especially you, immaru.”
