Santiago is here.
I try to hear what’s being said but their voices are low, and everything in me writhes with need. I want to be touched. I want fingers to sink into me, my nipples sucked.
I want a cock in my mouth.
Lucian’s.
But I don’t want Santiago to see me like this. Lucian wouldn’t let him see me naked and tied up, would he?
I start to shift, trying to get free from the ropes. Footsteps approach the room, and I go still.
I’m not alone.
My clit throbs. I can hear their hearts, both rapidly beating as they visually feast upon me. I hold my breath.
“Did I…interrupt something?” It’s Santiago. And he’s close, maybe at the door. Close, but not fully in the room.
“As I told you, I’m busy.” Lucian doesn’t sound pleased by his apparently impromptu visit. And honestly, neither am I. This isn’t a lesson in patience. It’s torture.
“Come on, Lucian. She’s a delicious morsel. It’s cruel to keep her all to yourself,” Santiago says, his voice gaining volume. Two more steps into the room, but then a sharp stop and a growl.
“Don’t,” Lucian bites out. “Elliot is mine in every sense of the word.”
He grunts. “You never did like to share your toys.”
“Why are you here, Santiago?” Speaking of patience, Lucian is losing his rapidly, I can tell.
“To warn you,” he replies.
“Warn me?”
“About a number of things,” Santiago says. “You are still my brother, after all. Even if your welcome for me wasn’t the warmest.”
“Don’t call me that,” Lucian snaps. “We’re not family.”
Santiago chuckles. “Right. Well, I’ve come to tell you to be careful of the Rogues. They’re a bigger threat than they let on.”
“Taken under advisement. And you?”
“I have plans.”
“Do those plans involve you staying in Tenebris much longer?”
In my head, I can see Santiago’s toothy smile. “Yes, they do. Permanently.”
Chapter
Ten
Lucian
Elliot is naked, bound, and Santiago is staring at her like she’s dessert. And it disturbs me.
I never minded sharing my sexual conquests in the past if the woman was willing. I don’t mind watching or being watched, but seeing the way he’s looking at Monty makes every muscle in me wind tight, ready to spring. My fangs push to drop and make the vision of ripping out his throat a reality.
“Let’s continue this in the living room,” I tell him, needing to get him away from her.
Santiago frowns, but the unease in me remains. “But I was so enjoying the view.”
