Page 68 of Sinful Mates

"Someone's ticklish," he chuckles with a kiss to the top of my head. "We better get to bed. I have work in the morning," he states. I want to ask if I’m allowed to go, but he speaks before I can say anything. "Just wait until your heat is gone. Can you promise me that? I don't want any repeats of today, please."

My mind drifts to the wolves, remembering the touch of the many fingers, pulling, clawing tearing at my flesh. I shiver. Although I just showered, it makes me feel dirty, like I can still feel them touching me.

Theo growls deep in his throat beside me, forcing me to glance his way. He has to be in my mind again, snooping, watching me fall apart. I want to yell at him, but I’m too tired to even approach the subject. Tobias must notice as well. He gathers me into his arms, kissing my gently before tucking me into bed.

Sleep comes fast, but it is not a restful one. I’m in the pitch black, not even my car to give me a source of where to go. Golden eyes circle me, drawing closer from all angles. Some are the wolves, and others belong to the naked men, lust glowing in their eyes. They grab at me, claws and fangs seeking to rip me apart, and hands meaning to do so much worse. Their smell rolls over me.

I sat straight up in bed, a hand over my mouth to stop the rising bile. Sweat pours down my face. I shake so hard my teeth chatter, and worse of all, I’m alone. Neither Tobias nor Theo are in here with me.

I can't stand the dark a second longer. I turn on the lamp, letting it chase away the shadows that refuse to let me be. It’s still night outside; I must not have slept for long. I scramble out of bed. I need water to sooth my suddenly dry throat. I glance at the clock, curious where the two have gone. I haven’t thought they'd leave me for a second after everything. Three AM? They don't go to work or anything.

I open the door to get my drink and froze in the doorway. Downstairs there is arguing, and a lot of it. I creep to the stairs, peering down. I thought the matter was settled earlier. Why is there a blow up now?

"If we don't let her decide, she won't forgive us, Tobias. Think about it, please. We can speak to the council to get her more time. Let her come to this decision on her own. I can't lose her, and neither can you," Theo pleads with him. Tobias isn't happy. It is apparent he is agitated by his growl. I hear Theo get up, and I creep down the stairs a little further and look over the railing before sitting down on the step. Theo goes over to Tobias, placing his hands on the side of his face. "Just give her more time, please for my sake."

"Fine, but you can deal with your parents." Tobias is not happy but agrees. I relax, knowing this gives me more time. I go to get up and tell them I’m here when Theo leans his face closer and kisses Tobias. Tobias doesn't react at first, still angry. It’s kind of nice that I’m not the only one he pulls that on. A flood of arousal rolls over me, Tobias isn't as unbothered as I'd thought. He grabs Theo's shoulders, kissing him back forcefully and making Theo groan into the kiss. Theo's hand crawls down between them, grabbing Tobias's cock and stroking it, making Tobias groan into his mouth. Tobias gets a new wind and snatches Theo's shirt, almost ripping it in his eagerness.

Their lust threatens to pull me under. But I can't handle anything like this while those dreams still haunt me. I close the door, giving them what privacy I can, and crawl into the bed, hugging one pillow, and maneuvering another between my legs for my thighs to clench around. It takes far too much effort, but my exhausted body is dragged down into a deep dreamless sleep.

Chapter Nineteen

The next morning Theo goes off to work, leaving me with Tobias. I tell them I don’t need a babysitter, but they ignore me. I can't blame them, it makes sense they don't trust me. Besides, I have no intention of ever running away again. I sit on the couch, curled up in a ball when Tobias comes over with a hot cup of coffee. “What’s the plan today?” I ask hoping he will have some idea of what we can do that doesn’t revolve around the TV. This place is boring sometimes, especially with its lack of internet and there aren’t many books left on the shelf I haven’t read, and I have no intentions of reading the dictionaries or geography books that remained.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” he asks, rubbing my leg gently. He’s tense, prepared for me to bolt or freak out. But my fear has waned with the warming of the day. I reach down, grab his hand and squeeze it.

“Well, that’s why I asked you. If I knew, I would be doing it. What do you and Theo usually do out here?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing. Work, have sex, and that’s about it.”

“And I thought my life was boring.” Maybe living in my car wasn’t so bad after all. At least I could walk down to the beach or to the park or something. There is nothing to do here unless I wander around the bush which I won’t be doing.

“Hey, we aren’t boring, we do stuff just things you can’t do.” He gives me a mock glare.

“Like what?” I instantly regret asking. I can feel through the bond what he means.

“Bianca,” he whispers huskily.

Who the fuck is this Bianca and why is she out here? “Who’s Bianca?” I demand. And yes, I’m still freaked out from last night, but these men still belonged to me. And I don't know who this Bianca is, but she has no place around either of them.

Tobias shakes his head, coming out of his trance. He watches me, wary. "What did you say?"

“Only the name you just told me, so who is she? Who’s Bianca?”

“Imogen, I didn’t say her name out loud.”

I’m mystified. I could have sworn I heard him say the name Bianca, with a very husky voice, too. But if he didn’t say her name, why does it sound like he knows who I’m talking about?

“Who’s Bianca?” I ask again hoping this time for an answer. She is real, she means something to them, and I'll figure out how I heard him later. This is more important. This is another one of those “hide the secret away from Imogen” things, and I was done playing that game.

“No one you need to worry about, Imogen," he replies, shifting his legs. "Here, let me give you a massage. You look too tense."

I wriggle away from his touch. This is serious. "You said her name, and you know who I am talking about. She's a real person, so who is she?"

“I didn’t say it; You must have picked it up through the bond. I thought it, didn’t say it, so drop it.” Tobias stalks out of the room.

Who is this woman for him to have such a strong reaction to her name? I get up and follow him up the stairs. Just as I get to the top step, he shuts the door and locks me out. I bang on it. “What the fuck, Tobias, who is she?”

“Leave it be, she isn’t an issue, now go away.”