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I wrap my arm around Connor’s waist, threading some of my relaxation spell that I’ve perfected since the last time I whammied Kaleb with it into my touch. His tense muscles seem to ease, and he leans into me as we walk.
“I was going to tell you,” he states quietly, barely over the sounds of the surrounding chatter of life, “but I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Is this how our lives are going to be?” I ask, my heart heavy with all that I’ve learned. “You constantly keeping things from me until I learn the truth from someone else?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, holding me to his side like he’s afraid I’ll dash away at any second.
“Me too,” I murmur, and I let the topic drop for now.
I’ll deal with the fallout later. It’s been a hell of a day, and all I want is to cuddle with my boyfriends, eat Chinese food, and fall asleep watching a movie on Nolan’s oversized bed.
Chapter 9
Donovan
It’s Wednesday and my turn to stay the night with Nolan. All of us collectively decided that he shouldn’t sleep alone just in case something happened.
As I toe off my boots at the door to his suite of rooms, I hate the déjà vu sensation that hits me. Images of the night I found his suicide note flash across my mind, and there’s a hitch in my chest—a beat of fear—when I call out his name and wait for an answer.
“Up here,” he calls from somewhere upstairs, sounding out of breath.
My first thought is that he’s vomiting up blood again, that he’s gotten worse and now can’t keep any of it down. I take the stairs two at a time, fighting to stay calm. It’s easy to keep a cool head when I’m going out to fight demons. I’ve long since accepted that it’s unlikely I’ll see my thirtieth birthday, let alone my two hundred and fiftieth, but this—Nolan wasting away before my eyes while hoping for a cure—is something that eats me up inside.
When I reach the top of the stairs, I’m relieved to find Nolan hasn’t gotten worse. He’s out of breath because he’s in bed with a half naked Callie straddling his lap, busy licking her skin clean of the blood dripping down her neck. Her head is tilted back, her eyes are closed, and her sexy mouth is open in a silent moan—the picture of desire.
I’m hard watching the two of them entangled together, dirty fantasies sweeping across my mind of everything we could get up to. There’s a frenzy in the way he tastes her while his hands roam her body with an unrestrained need that isn’t his normal smooth, sexual torment. Not waiting for an invitation, I approach them, a wicked smile taking over my face. With one hand resting on the back of Nolan’s neck, his skin surprisingly warm for once, and the other cupping Callie’s head, her long, wavy hair tangling around my fingers, I drop a probing kiss onto her parted lips. She gasps into my mouth, a hum of pleasure vibrating from her throat. She tastes of cool spearmint and her natural sweetness, and I enjoy the play of our tongues as we explore each other. She’s bold in her approach, going from stroking to sucking on my tongue, and then moaning in a way that makes my body hot and my pants feel too tight.
“Fuck,” Nolan pants, pulling back to watch us kiss while his hands stroke Callie through her lacy bra that is the same golden color as her skin.
She squirms between us, grinding her hips against Nolan, and her fingers dig into his bare shoulders. He groans under the increased stimulation, and while his hands continue to tease her through the thin fabric, he leans forward and starts kissing the swell of her breasts. My hand fists her hair, holding her head in place as I meet her beat for beat in this all-consuming dance, and I release my own groans of excitement and pleasure. It surprises me how much she can get me going with a single kiss, and my entire body throbs with the need for her touch. When she’s desperate for air, she withdraws, licking her swollen lips and blinking like the whole world is out of focus.
“Hi,” I purr with an amused smile, releasing her hair so it can drift down her soft, nearly bare back. My fingers snag on the clasp of her bra strap, resisting the urge to unhook it.
“Wow,” she says in a breathy whisper, and then, noticing my smile growing, her cheeks stain with a rosy blush. “Um, I mean, hi.”
“Is that how we’re greeting people these days?” Nolan murmurs with a rusty laugh, his hands drifting down to Callie’s hips.
“I see it more as an invitation,” I reply before leaning down and kissing Nolan.
My hand squeezes the back of his neck, holding him in place, while I’m as thorough with him as I was with Callie. Ever since that night when I kissed him for the first time without a drop of vampire venom in my veins, a barrier has dropped between us. Now, we make out when we fool around. He groans as my tongue slides along his, and then he presses the kiss deeper, making it more frenzied like he’s on a silent timer and desperate to consume me before it runs out. His need triggers something in me, a fire that burns all rational thoughts from my head. All I want to do is claim him, fuck him beyond reason, and have the taste of Callie on my tongue as I do it. I want her to be a part of us. Just feeling her wide eyes on us as we kiss makes everything ten times hotter.
When we break apart, our breaths are labored, and I can feel the electricity of lust in the air. More than ready to do something about it, I’m disappointed that Callie starts to climb off Nolan after releasing another breathy, “Wow,” and begins to stand up.
Quickly grasping her upper arm to keep her from escaping, I state, “You don’t have to go. We want you to stay.”
“I, uh, do need to go,” she stammers but doesn’t pull away from me. Her hair covers her face as she seems to stare down at her jean-clad thighs. It’s hard for me to get a read on her expression. After a beat, she adds, “Unfortunately.”
“Did the kiss bother you?” I ask, trying to get to the bottom of why she’s so awkward all of a sudden. As Nolan is always quick to point out, it’s one thing to say you’re okay with something and another to actually be okay when you see it.
“What? No!” Callie insists, immediately shifting her gaze to mine. With her round eyes and raised brows, she appears genuinely surprised that I would think otherwise.
I loosen my grip on her arm, instead using my thumb to gently stroke her warm skin. “Then why are you leaving suddenly? Things were just starting to get interesting.”
She huffs a laugh and runs her hand through her long hair. “That’s an understatement,” she mutters before explaining, “I genuinely need to go. I promised Connor I would stay on pack lands tonight. The pack gives him a hard time if I’m not there enough. They think he did something wrong to chase me away.”
I’m normally not one to keep my thoughts to myself—and I have many thoughts on just how badly Connor has fucked up—but my dick is currently in the driver’s seat, and I’d rather try to convince her to stay than talk about him.
Releasing both Callie and Nolan from my grasp, I sit down on the edge of the bed and look at Callie intently. “But why leave now?” My hand shifts to her thigh, my fingers gliding up and down the inside of her leg. Whispering into her ear, I add, “You could stay and play with us first.”
