I knew I was, but it’s still a scraping pain within my chest to hear it spoken aloud.
“Avian.” My tongue slides over my lips, and I lean in so close I can taste the apprehension against his lips. “Touch me,” I say on more of a gasp than a whisper.
Those aching words pound over and over within my head the moment I say them.
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.
A rigid hardness is suddenly pressing against me just between my thighs.
There’s a gruffness to him as he clears his throat, but he never does avert his silver eyes from mine. Even as his heartbeat lifts to this slamming, demanding pound that matches mine beat for beat.
“Please,” I beg in that same desperate tone.
His fingers slide through my blonde locks slow and hard, gripping the roots in a painful pull. At that, I do gasp. The simple sound of my lust seems to rock through him, and he releases me just as fast as he came. With urgent care, he slides me off his lap and deposits me on the bed before leaping to his feet, adjusting the very thick outline beneath his pants. Then he’s fumbling with the door, using that same hand he just owned my body with, and then with what must be a mumbled apology, he’s gone.
And I’m left breathlessly staring at that inky door once more.
Alone.
Confused.
And still completely pissed off.
It takes less than an hour for someone to come storming back to me. Where Avian offers me sweet kindness, Zilo is all growling authority that’s hard to look at head on.
“Did you fucking come on Avian?” He’s screaming at me the moment the door barely offers us the appearance of privacy.
“Come? What? No!”
“I meant come on to him. Did you come on to him!?”
Wait…
“No,” I affirm all over again.
But...did I?
“No,” I say once more. “I wanted him to understand how infuriating thistrainingis.”
Yes. That was it. Definitely. Originally that was it…I think.
Roman stands at the door, his shoulder leaning into the frame as he crosses one leg over the other in a cockier than ever stance that demands attention. “Next time, try using your mouth. I hear mouths usually talk more than pussy does.” His gem-like gaze is a mixture of deadened attention and…anger.
He’s angry. That aggression lingers there for several seconds before Avian sinks his fist fast and hard into Roman’s stomach. The man doubles over instantly without a single groan slipping from his lips.
“Watch your mouth, Roman,” Avian warns, and this is the second time I’ve watched him correct his friend this way.
And I’m still surprised.
They have the strangest affectionately harsh friendship and overwhelming anger I’ve ever seen.
“It doesn’t matter. Don’t let it happen again,” Zilo warns, his finger pointing at me like he’s shaming a puppy instead of a full-grown woman right now.
“Fine.” I force a smile to my lips and hold Zilo’s hard gaze.
I note the way his attention shifts over my body, my tattered shirt and tight pants. It’s a heated, lingering look that he corrects in the blink of an eye.
“She’s going to get us all killed,” Roman growls.
