I check over to Kai. He’s always so easy to read, but he’s locked up whatever is going on.
“What’s happening?” I ask Darius.
“No idea, little moon. What do you feel like doing?” he asks, and it feels a lot like a diversion.
* * *
During the rest of the day, and into the night, I’m never alone. Kai takes me outside back to our picnic spot, where we read a few chapters of his book together before trying out a couple of scenes.
Darius makes me drive until I lose my cool at him. But he kisses his way back into my good books.
Ramses keeps me busy with a chopping board and a pile of salad vegetables to slice and dice, while Darius and Kai both leave for a few hours. No one tells me why they go, but they’re back before too long. Despite a couple of pointed looks between the triplets, the rest of the night is spent like the last few have been… laughing, talking, and eating.
They keep piling food on my plate and my glass is never empty.
“I’m done,” I say dramatically, leaning back on Darius.
Without another word, he picks me up and carries me to my bedroom before leaving me with rosy cheeks and a quick orgasm on his lips. I seriously thought he was going to climb in and never leave, but he shut the door on me and my invitation for him to stay.
But a few days ago, I made a promise to Kai that I’d sleep in his bed, so I find a pair of panties in my bag before I sneak through the house. Even without lights, I’d find my way to any of their rooms by scent and ‘feel’ alone.
Sneaking into Kai’s room without knocking, he’s sitting up lounging against the bed reading his book again. And I know what he’s reading, this Alpha is hot to trot for pure smut.
I slick up my undies in an instant. And by the flare of his nostrils, and the heat in his eye, Kai doesn’t mind my interruption one bit.
“Get over here, rohi,” he whispers quietly. And again, I’m hit by the sense I’ve had all week, that I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
Kai flicks the blanket up, and I’m gifted by the sight of him naked, sporting a semi. And there goes all my thoughts of an early night.
I pretty much take a leap from where I am, and of course he catches me before rolling us both so he’s lying between my legs and I’m drowning in his presence and scent. We reach for each other at the same time, his mouth descends on mine and it’s intoxicating.
Keeping count of the number of kisses would be impossible, each one rolls into the other, with lots of soft noises and heavy breathing. His hand cups the top of my shoulder, holding me close to him, but I get a memory that stirs about wanting to trace his tattoos with my tongue. I roll him, and he lets me before I straddle him.
Without asking, I start doing what I’ve wanted to do since I saw him naked in my nest. I follow lines that criss-cross over his shoulders, all of them vibrant but also all heavily influenced by Pharaohs and winged gods hidden under lotus leaves and other flowers.
I stop. Struck by a realisation I should have seen or heard way before now. “Kairo, were your parents archaeologists?”
He shakes his head, a big smile on his face.
“But clearly, they were into ancient Egypt.”
“How so, rohi?”
“Explain rohi to me then,” I tease him. I’ve already searched up the meaning.
His eyes darken, and fill with everything that looks a lot like love. “Rohi is you. Literally, it is soul mate. Calling someone rohi means you’ll love them a lot longer than your life.”
“Do you mean that?” I ask. My head getting suddenly floaty as my heart pounds hard in my chest.
“From the second I said it, I meant it.”
“What are we going to do, Kai? How can we be together?”
“We’ll find a way,” he promises, his hand cupping the side of my face. It’s sweet and beautiful, until he flexes his hard-on and then I need to feel his love in a different way.
I bite his nipple, hard. And I watch little fireworks go off in his eyes when I do. “Let me focus on what I was doing.” I wink before my tongue trails over his body again.
“Rohi, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he growls at one point when I make it impossible for him to pull me back up to his mouth, for more of his crazy kisses.
