She pins him with a glare. “You’re not helping.”
“Uhh…I think we’re going to go back to our room,” Goat says slowly as he yanks Dragon away from the kitchen. “If you need us, just let us know.”
Then, they’re gone.
“Do none of you have anything to say?” Dalia asks, glancing between the three of us.
Steel is still kneeling on the floor, but Blaze has his back plastered against the wall as he watches her wearily.
I don’t fucking blame him, considering she was dead just minutes ago from our touch.
“Maybe they’ll feel better if we talk it out, Dal.” Phoebe drops into one of the chairs. “You were fine when you kissed one of them.”
“I was. I felt nothing except the mate bond thrumming inside me.” She hesitates. “Something felt a little off when I kissed Steel while Blaze held me. When I kissed Titan, all three of them were touching me.”
Morrigan hums. “We’re hard to kill, so it makes sense that one of them touching you didn’t kill you.”
“Sorry, sis,” Phoebe sing-songs. “It looks like no orgies for you.”
“Umm…wrong.” Dalia grins. “It just means they can’t all touch me at once. There can definitely still be orgies.”
“How are you grinning and joking right now?” Steel asks, eyebrows raised. “You just died because we touched you.”
She shrugs. “But I’m not dead, am I? It was good that we got that out of the way. Now we know, only one of you can touch meat a time. A little bit of a pain in the ass, but that’s easy enough to work around.”
My frown only deepens. “What do you mean, work around?”
“We’re mates, so we’re going to have sex. It just means I can’t have you fill up all of my holes at once. We can only do one at a time.”
Morrigan throws her hands in the air. “And on that note, I’m getting the fuck out of here. I know the three of you are freaking out right now, but you will not kill her permanently. We’ll know if she dies, and we’ll come running.”
Phoebe nods. “It’s not even remotely close to the first time we’ve had to revive each other. We won’t mind. Especially since she found her mates. Congrats on that, Dalia.”
“Thanks.” She shoots her sisters a grin. “I don’t know when I’ll be home.”
“Take your time,” Phoebe assures her, shooting me a wink before she saunters out the door.
Morrigan waves her hand in the air. “Try not to freak out too much. Fated mates don’t come along every day—especially not for dead men.”
Then she’s gone too, leaving us alone with Dalia.
Our fucking mate.
Who we killed.
Who is looking at us like she wants to eat us alive.
Or ride our cocks.
“You should go with your sisters,” Steel tells her, his jaw clenching as he stands.
I grunt, unsure if I’m agreeing or disagreeing with him.
Part of me wants to get far away from Dalia—to make sure none of us can hurt her again.
But the other part?
The selfish part?
