“Your magic seems to think so,” Sabin argues.
“My magic is out of control and needs to be forced into a chastity belt,” I inform him, and laughter bounces around the room.
“So if you guys are all kumbaya with whatever my magic chooses for us, then why do all of you reject the possibility that my magic chose Kallan, Nash, Becket and Enoch?”
“Nope, it’s different,” Ryker tells me, shaking his head. “We can feel it, and we know you can too. You said from the beginning that they didn’t feel like Chosen to you. Has that changed?”
“No,” I answer without having to give it any thought.
“What does Siah feel like to you?” Sabin asks.
“I don’t know. I haven’t even really thought about it. You know, with being busy trying to figure out how we can kill Adriel and shit,” I snark.
“Why did you feed him, then?” Ryker probes.
“I would have done that for any lamia in his situation. He was being tortured and needed help to heal. That has nothing to do with my magic going all swoony over his eyes.”
“Called it,” Bastien announces, and the other guys grumble and swear.
“Called what?” I ask, confused.
“I said his eyes would be the first thing you’d admit to liking. Knox said muscles, Ryker said lips, Valen refused to play, Sabin said his mysterious air, and Torrez said you wouldn’t admit anything until you were called out, which I guess technically is right in this case too, since we’re all calling you out right now.”
Torrez smiles, and he and Bastien fist bump.
“What did you win?” I ask, irritated by how amusing they think this is.
“Cuddle rights at night for a week.”
I slap a palm to my forehead and shake my head. “I thought you three didn’t want another mate?”
“Your magic keeps trying to spark up and mark him as something. I don’t know that any of us have much of a choice, including you, Bruiser,” Bastien teases.
“I still get my night in the rotation, though, because I didn’t play your dumb game,” Valen warns his brother.
“Party pooper,” Knox cough-accuses.
Valen flips him the bird. “Nope, I’m the smart one. You’re going to be all cold and cuddling your compeer for the next seven days, and I’ll still be in the rotation to have my arms wrapped around our mate’s tight body, twice this week.”
My skin heats at Valen’s words, and I try not to yell out “nap time.” Torrez chuckles, and when I look at him, he taps at his nose.
Busted!
Torrez rearranges what is clearly his hardening dick in his pants, and I lick my lips as I watch him, completely unashamed of the fact that I’m perving out. Maybe they’re right, and I’m not as opposed to this whole group situation as I thought.I wonder how many orgasms a female body can handle before it combusts into flames?
“She’s thinking about sex again, isn’t she?” Knox asks Torrez.
“Oh yeah, this room just filled up with so much lust, I’m going to be hard for the rest of the day,” Torrez informs him.
“By the moon, will you all stop distracting me? We’re not here to talk about group sex, or adding mates, cuddle parties, or erections that last all day. We’re here to argue about the Adriel plan until you all realize that the plan we just came up with is the best and possiblythe onlyway.”
“It’s not the only way,” Sabin insists, and I blow out an irritated breath.
“Okay, so what’s the alternative?”
I wait patiently for them to say anything, but everyone’s quiet.
“What if we have Siah go back, work things from the inside like he’s planning now, and we still attack from the outside? That plan is the same, just without you in the middle or in any extra danger we might not be able to get you out of.”
