“Go on!” Knox says, clasping his fingers together and resting his chin on them.
Callum clears his throat. I forgot he was still in the room, standing against the wall, with his foot propped up, looking sexy as hell. Emmett must have left when Jax did. Are they together? Why does the idea of that turn me on so much?
Lizzy stands from the bar and reaches over to give me a hug.
“Please stay safe,” I say, inhaling her scent- hints of frankincense and rosewood. Her signature smell.
“I love you,” she smells me back, then whispers. “Now go get your pussy pummeled.”
I catch a soft grin from Callum and Knox and roll my eyes, shaking my head. “They can hear you. They’re shifters.”
She whispers back, “I know, and you’re welcome.”
She squeezes me one last time. “I don’t want to leave you.” She pushes me away, “But I must. I’m determined to learn about the Djinn and the true fae and figure out how we can keep you alive. Well, assuming she wants to kill you after she studies you. I see your future in tiny little jars with labels on them.”
“That’s morbid as fuck.” I smack her arm.
“Yea, probably. But it gives me motivation.” She walks over to Knox and holds out her arms. “I like you. You seem sweet and fun. Look after my girl.” She gives him a tight hug.
“Oh. Such a good hugger,” Knox chimes.
She walks over to Callum and holds her hand out. “You seem like a handshaker, and less like a hugger.”
He smiles. “You… are interesting. I’m glad I got to meet you today. You’ve answered a lot of questions on my mind.”
“I have? Like what?”
He smiles coolly.
“I’ll take that as ayou’re not tellingkind of smile.”
“Stay safe.”
“I’m going to go out the back if that’s ok?”
“Sure,” he says, guiding her to the back door, and I follow a step behind him.
She shifts into a black cat a moment later and weaves between my legs before she bounces down the back stairs.
We watch her jump on the fence surrounding the property and prance along like a cat without a care in the world, then close the door.
Callum turns to me and brushes the hair out of my face, staring at me. “She’s an odd bird.”
“Yes, she is.”
“But she seems loyal.”
“Very.”
“That’s good.” He pulls me into a hug and I go willingly, wantingly. I know wantingly isn’t a word, but it just feels right to say in this moment.
I was scared this morning that things would be weird after last night, but… they aren’t. It seems… natural.
Natural to fuck three guys, and want to fuck the fourth?
His hand rubs up and down my back and I nearly melt into his touch.
“Careful,” I warn with a sultry tone.
