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Saint stood and looked out the kitchen window, his eyes glazing as if his thoughts were a million miles away. “Yeah, but we were also confined to one room until Bailey set us free. It’s a possibility that something else could be in here with us. Could have been here this whole time.”
I rubbed my jaw, irritated that we were even having this conversation. I didn’t want our girl to lose her mind, but she has her demons. “Like what, Saint? Daisy Wickford? That bitch left us here to rot while she crossed over. I hope she’s in fucking hell, though.”
“Who the fuck knows, Grim? This house has been here for a long time. Longer than even we’ve been tied to it. But if something is freaking Bailey out, we need to listen.”
Poe was awfully quiet as he putzed around the kitchen. I watched as he hummed to himself over a big bowl of pancake batter.
“Aye, Poe? What do you make of all this?” I asked.
He shrugged and kept stirring. “Bailey is going to be so happy when she wakes up. Chocolate chip pancakes are her fucking favorite.”
I threw a look at Saint. “That’s awesome, Poe. But do you mind joining the current conversation Saint and I are having?”
Poe sighed. “Look, I don’t know if we should be worried or not. Let’s just be there for her when she needs it. But if she thinks we don’t believe her, she’ll start shutting us out.”
Fuck. The last thing we needed was for her to pull away. Bailey trusted us with her body, but did she trust us with her mind? With her heart? Our lust-fueled year hasn’t lent any time for too many deep discussions. I wasn’t one to complain about that. Talking about my feelings wasn’t at the top of my list of things to fucking do. But I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t.
“Let’s just keep an eye out. If there is some other fucking spirit lurking about, it’s avoiding the three of us on purpose,” Saint spat as he finished up the rest of his coffee. “And if it’s even half as depraved as the three of us, Bailey will be in fucking trouble.”
The ladle clanked against the ceramic bowl as Poe dropped it. “That’s not going to fucking happen. No one hurts our little fox but us.”
We nodded in agreement, a silent pact to keep what’s ours safe and secure.
And if I find any other vile creatures in here besides us, I’ll fucking burn this house down before I let it have her.
Bailey
Everything ached as I stretched out beneath the thick duvet. My wrists were rubbed raw from the restraints. The flesh between my legs was tender. My pussy was fucking tingling still. I should be feeling shame right now. At least that’s what I’d been raised to think.
The nuns at Wickford Hollow Orphanage would be trying to perform an exorcism on me if they knew what I’d done last night. What I let them do to me. But I felt none of that. Only gratification. It’s only in the throes of my release in which I truly felt free.
I could feel hot breath on my neck and the weight of a strong body pressing into the mattress behind me. A smirk pulled at the corners of my lips as I tried to guess which one of my guys it was. Just when I thought I was getting good at this game, one of them would surprise me and I was always shocked to find it was not whom I’d thought.
My pussy spasmed at the touch of his hand against my back, moisture pooling in my core. I leaned back and giggled. “If I guess correctly, do I get a reward?”
Silence. Oh, he’s playing hard to get. All right, I could play too. I pressed my ass against his middle, satisfied that his cock was as hard as I hoped it would be. “Saint?”
His hand traveled lower. He traced his fingers delicately around my tailbone. I squirmed against him. “Poe, please. Don’t toy with me.”
I started to turn my head, but he grabbed the back of my neck and held me in place. Oh, for fuck’s sake this was torture. His cock pulsed against my ass and my nipples pebbled. This had Grim written all over it.
I pulled the top of my nightgown down and reached for his hand. He sucked in a sharp breath as I guided his fingers to my nipples. “Play with me, Grim.”
He chuckled as he squeezed my nipple between his fingers and pulled upward. “You guessed wrong, little vixen. You lose. What’s my reward?”
Oh fuck. My stomach tightened. His voice… it wasn’t any of my guys. I whipped around and gasped. Dirty blond hair, slicked back. Blue-green eyes, as clear as the sky right before it starts to rain. Tattoos covering every inch of him, all the way up to his chin.
Panic flooded every cell in my body as he lay there calmly, smiling like the devil.
I pulled up my shirt, realizing my nipples were still hard. “Who the fuck are you?” I rasped.
He propped himself up on his elbow and smirked. “I’m the monster under your bed.”
Fuck.
My knees trembled as I took a cautious step back.
He scrambled off the bed like an animal, like a predator, and charged toward me.
