“I’ll tell him. When he knows it’s a lot more than just fucking, he’ll yield. I hope.” He nestled next to me. “The point is, I’m ready to do whatever it takes for him to approve.”
“And if he doesn’t, you’ll listen to Pattison?”
“C’mon, baby. That…that was him that night. He made me say that shit to make you hate me. To get you away from us.”
“Why?”
“It’s unclear yet.”
I contemplated his words about Pattison and…us. The sincerity and intensity behind what he was ready to do to make us happen overwhelmed me. I mused, wondering what I would do. What I truly wanted.
He lifted my chin with his finger to make me meet his eyes. “Unless it’s not…more than just fucking.”
“No, Slasher…James… I like you. So much. More than I want. More than my mind can conceive.”
His silver eyes gloomed, piercing me. “But?”
I had no idea how to say it. “Fuck it. I’ll just tell you.”
“What the fuck is it?”
I held my hands out in the air, and then I put them on either side of my burning face. “I’m attracted to all four of you.”
His lips parted, but he didn’t speak right away. “You fucked them?”
The savagery in his eyes had me thinking twice about telling the truth.
“Did you fuck my men?!”
I jumped at the boom of his voice.
He darted out of bed. “Fuck!”
I grabbed the sheets and covered myself, being naked at the moment felt like the worst state I could be in.
“Why wouldn’t I be enough? Because I don’t call you Professor like your fucking students? I can do that, you know? Or is it because I’m the one doing the spanking? I mean I can try the switch. I don’t think I’ll like it, but I can try for you.”
Tears and more confusion took over me. I was tired of being so goddamn confused all the time. “Why would you do things you hate for me?”
“Because I’m sure as fuckyouare fucking enough.” His tone made it seem like he halfway wished me dead. The other half… Oh my God…
His pain, the one I caused, seeped from his eyes into my heart. The wordsyou should be toolodged in my throat. But I couldn’t lie. Wouldn’t.
“I can’t be…owned, James.”
He put his boxers back on. “Stop calling me that. The name is Slasher to you.”
Shit. I lost my real name basis privilege. That level of intimacy he’d accept only from his old lady. Got it.
“I know you can’t be fucking owned. I’m no idiot. You’re a big woman. You own your shit. But I can’t share you, Vixen. It’s just not how it works.”
“We can invent our new system,” I whispered. “One old lady, four patched Blood Demons.”
He was buttoning his shirt now. “You wanna know what we call a pussy shared among the four of us?”
My eyes flicked at him in the dresser mirror.
“Definitely not an old lady. By the look in your eyes, I’d say you already know we call those patch whores.”
