Standing up, I promise myself that after dealing with everything, I’ll take a very long, very hot shower so I can cry in peace. Hopefully not destroying the entire hotel in the process.
Hear that, magic? Keep your trigger-happy tendencies to yourself. Sometimes a girl just needs to cry.
Tucking my hair behind my ears and ignoring that it must be a snarled rat’s nest, I head out into the hall…that has a staircase at the end of it.
I swear I’m going to move to Kansas, buy a crap ton of the flattest acreage known to man, then build an equally flat house on top of it.
Preparing to make my journey down the evil staircase, I notice one of the doors down the hall is slightly ajar, and I can hear Nolan and Donovan talking. Eavesdropping is definitely wrong. However, since I just poltergeist-ed my old house out of existence—well, buried it under a thousand or so feet of dirt and rock, never to be seen again—I figure it might be to my benefit to hear what they’re saying when I’m not around.
Are they scared of me now? Do they regret ever meeting me?
I approach slowly, the carpet muffling my steps, then peek through the cracked door. There’s a mirror in my line of sight, and the angle shows Donovan and Nolan on the bed. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a heart to heart discussion about the crazy shit they just saw today. Pondering whether we have what we need to save Felix or if it was destroyed with the house. What I did not expect was both of them shirtless with Donovan sitting back on his hands while Nolan straddles his lap.
“I know how much you like sharp things,” Nolan purrs, one hand sliding up Donovan’s chest and into his hair. With parted lips, Nolan’s fangs slip over his incisors. “For your birthday, thought you’d enjoy a round with your favorite pair.”
It’s Donovan’s birthday? Why did no one tell me?I wonder, because that’s the thing I should focus on while Donovan murmurs, “My favorite, hmm?”
His head is bent to the side, pulled back by the grip of Nolan’s hand in his hair, and there’s a subtle smirk to his lips.
“Among other things,” Nolan teases, his tongue licking a long line up Donovan’s neck. “But where to bite?” He releases a low laugh, his sultry voice coating the sound with dark promise. “And how many times?”
I should walk away.This is definitely none of my business, my mind points out, but my feet aren’t big on leaving. Watching them together, my heartbeat races and my whole body throbs. I cover my mouth with one hand to muffle the sound of me breathing.
Donovan tips further back, looking into Nolan’s heated, predatory gaze with one of smug arrogance. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’re as pale as the damn sheets, and Callie decimated an entire house, would it?”
See, they’re talking about me. I was right to stay.My reasoning is weak, but so are my knees—making it difficult to walk away, even if I wanted to.
Nolan sighs, running a hand through his hair and retracting his fangs. He gives Donovan the look of the put-upon. “I haven’t fed in three weeks,” he grumbles, “and I haven’t had any action outside of my hand in over a month and a half. I’m hungry and horny. Now, do you want your birthday blowjob or not?”
He hasn’t fed since me?For something that I shouldn’t care about, I feel way too happy to hear it.Oh my God, Callie, priorities!
“Three weeks?” Donovan echoes with a frown. He reaches up to grip Nolan’s chin, taking a closer look at his face. “I thought you were feeding from Callie.”
Nolan wraps a hand around Donovan’s wrist, his arctic blue eyes narrowing into the familiar heated glare that promises pain and pleasure. Bluntly, he states, “Felix caught us last time. He freaked. Haven’t fed since. Whatever the fuck is in her blood has kept me together longer than normal, but I don’t have a whole fucking lot of time left.” With one hand, he shoves Donovan onto his back. Like a jungle cat sneaking up on his prey, he shifts to his hands and knees. In a slow, sensuous movement, he looms over Donovan and growls, “Yes or no?”
Donovan flashes a wicked smile, his eyes trailing up and down Nolan’s half naked body. “Yes.”
“Fucking, finally,” Nolan mutters, sitting back on his heels. “Now, where the hell was I? I swear, this is the last fucking time I try to seduce your ass.”
“Don’t know why you bother. I’m easy,” Donovan teases with a smirk, then folds his hands behind his head. In a gravelly purr, he supplies, “You were at how many times you plan to bite me.”
“Right,” Nolan murmurs, his gaze skimming down Donovan’s sculpted chest and abs. “For the twenty questions, I’m thinking at least twice.” His finger trails down the length of Donovan’s stomach before hooking over the button of Donovan’s jeans. While licking his lips, he tugs the pants lower until most of Donovan’s Adonis belt is on display. “Right here.”
My whole body flushes and heat pools low in my belly as I watch Nolan slide further down Donovan’s body. His mouth replaces his fingers, nipping at the taut flesh above Donovan’s waistband with his normal teeth.
“Watch how close those teeth get to my dick,” Donovan warns breathlessly, then groans when Nolan runs his hand up and down the sizable bulge Donovan has tucked down his pant leg.
It’s with the sounds of a zipper being slowly pulled down and soft moans as Nolan runs his tongue along each inch of newly exposed flesh that I realize if I don’t leave now, I’ll see something I can’t unsee. And there is no way I can spin this as anything other than a huge invasion of privacy.
Feeling lightheaded, I slap my other hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my labored breaths, risking passing out over being caught. Weak and sweating, I fumble my way down the stairs, feeling like I’m crawling over the damn sun in my oversized red hoodie and flannel pants.
Well, at least I know why they wanted to be just friends. Yeesh, that dance on Halloween is taking on whole new meanings. Mostly of the confused variety. If they’re together, why do they touch me like they do?
Walking like a newborn calf, I turn to head for the main room of the penthouse only to find Connor, barefoot in jeans and a white undershirt, leaning against a wall waiting for me. He looks relatively relaxed except for the heat burning through his very wolf-like eyes. I was so distracted by what I saw upstairs, that I hadn’t caught Connor’s feelings downstairs.
My heart leaps in my chest when I meet his gaze, and I can’t help the shuddering breath that escapes me. My lungs have apparently forgotten how breathing works. We stand in silence for too long, because I’m at a loss for what to say. Could he hear Donovan and Nolan upstairs? Does he know I watched them? Embarrassment burns down my skin. At the very least, there’s no doubt he knows about my current compromised state.
Oh God, can he smell it on me? Or is it…oh shit, does this empathy go both ways? This might be a new level of embarrassment that even the mole people can’t save me from.
