Atticus pushed my robe aside as he grabbed onto my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth and I winced again. His tongue felt like knives as it flicked, and he leaned back flashing me a wide grin mistaking my wince for pleasure instead of discomfort. With a flick of his finger my robe fell open fully and his eyes roved down my exposed body greedily as his lips crashed back onto mine. His meaty hand continued to grope my breasts.
A vision of Xavier’s disapproving face flashed in my mind and it had me squeezing my eyes shut. I would not think of him, not now. But the image flashed again, and his glaring intense gaze speared into my soul. I imagined him in a black fluffy robe, his arms crossed over his chest. His tattoo peeking out of the deep V his robe created.
Fire burned in my gut at the thought of him, at his mouth between my thighs. His lips at the base of my neck, his teasing whispers brushing against my skin, my nipples. How he—no. No. No. No. No!
I tore my lips from Atticus’s and pushed him back. He didn’t seem to notice my conflicting thoughts as he leaned down and captured my breast again in his mouth.
Something flickered in corner of my eye and I swore I saw a ghostly silhouette of Xavier, arms folded, leaning against the bedpost, but when I blinked he had disappeared.
Scowling at my addled brain, I shook my head and ran my hand through Atticus’s hair, pulling at his bun until his hair came loose. I yanked it, pulling him back to my lips, my hand grabbing onto his and thrusting it between us.
Atticus chuckled, and his hand slid between my thighs as an angry voice filled my mind.
What do you think you’re doing?
My eyes shot open and Atticus’s finger pushed into me. I felt Atticus smile against my lips and he moved to my neck, nipping at my skin as he pushed in another finger.
I turned and my eyes widened further as they locked onto Xavier, who was indeed leaning against the bedpost. THIS BEDPOST.
His silhouette was shadowy as if he were a phantom, not fully here. As if I were imagining him.
I told you, little stalker, once you were mine, there would be no one else.
His growl vibrated through me venomously and I watched as his gaze locked onto Atticus, murder shining in his emerald eyes.
Atticus didn’t seem to notice my shock, or sense that someone else was in the room with us. I felt his fingers plunge into me deeper and a gasp left my lips for a whole other reason. Atticus took that as encouragement and started to move them faster.
If you don’t stop him, I will.
Xavier barked the words, taking a threatening step forward, his fist now clenching at his sides. The words in my mind were so loud, so vicious that it made me flinch.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Stop,” I bit out.
I reached down and shoved him away, his fingers leaving me as he leaned back and smirked. Atticus pushed himself up, kneeling over me as he started to unbutton the top of his pants.
My gaze darted to Xavier and he snarled. My heart quickened and I snapped my attention back to the male whose dick was almost out of his pants. “I’m no longer in the mood. Get out,” I snapped, my pulse sounding in my ears.
Atticus paused. His metallic eyes narrowed before he said darkly, “Then get in the mood.”
My brows shot up incredulously.
“I’m serious. Get out Atticus,” I warned and fiery defiance flared in his gaze.
“I don’t think I will,” he snarled, and continued to try to take off his pants. Rage exploded through me and my power responded by wrapping around his throat and throwing himbackward. Atticus grabbed onto the tendril at his neck, eyes wide as his body crashed with a thud onto the wooden floor.
Leaning up, I glared down at him. “Get out.”
Atticus unceremoniously got to his feet, his fists clenched, his teeth bared.
“We aren’t finished,” he snapped, stalking toward me again, but I threw a barrier between us, one that his face crashed into with a nice crunch.
“I say we are done. I'm no longer in the mood, now get out.”
This is the type of male you let into your bed?
Xavier’s voice boomed through my mind disapprovingly and I resisted turning toward his shadowy looming form.
