Switching to the very handy ability of silent communication, I finished,You said some highly romantic things that made my tipsy heart become utterly drunk on you.
The barest flicker of red appeared around his pupils.I can say other things if it means you’ll come to bed with me.He reached for me, linking our pinkies together, our hands resting on Whisper.I’m fucking desperate to be inside you, Rook. How I’ve behaved this long is a miracle.
I sucked in a breath, making Dillon look over his shoulder and narrow his eyes.
Behave.
Tell me...Lucien purred into my mind.Does this lab of yours have a bed? I mean, I’m not opposed to building an igloo, but it needs to be somewhere private so I can make you scream.
Heat flooded between my legs. I bit my lip to stop a laugh, but a soft moan slipped free instead. Having sex as medicine truly was a blessing and a curse.
Dillon’s eyes flicked to mine in the rearview mirror again, his scowl deepening. “What are you two up to back there?”
“Nothing,” I fired back. Refusing to look at Lucien, I added,You’re going to get me into trouble.
Tell him we need to be alone the moment we arrive.
We’re dying. I brought up the horrid truth, yet couldn’t seem to hide the smile in my heart.We’re literally on death’s door, and all you can think about is fucking me. I clucked my tongue.You and your priorities.
Me and my priorities are entirely focused on staying alive, thank you very much. His mental tone turned darker.Then again, just because sex helps heal me doesn’t mean that I’m notalwaysthinking of fucking you, Rook. And right now, it’s taking all my control not to kick everyone out of this car, spread your pretty thighs, and bury my face between them.
I choked on nothing, my cheeks burning.
A tiny, helpless whimper escaped me.
Dillon’s head snapped around so fast, I feared he’d get whiplash. “What the hell are you doing?” His eyes darted suspiciously between us. “You’ve been making random noises ever since we boarded the plane. What’s going on? Are you hurt? Hungry? What?”
Lucien gave him an innocent look. “Just having a quiet conversation that doesn’t involve you.”
“Bullshit.” Dillon faced forward again, clearly fuming. “I can feel the temperature rising each time you look at her.”
Pressing my face into Whisper’s fur, I muffled my laughter.He’s going to murder us.
He has to get in line.Our own bodies are doing that for us. However...if I manage to get inside you, we might be able to buy ourselves a few more days.
I squeezed my thighs together.You’re incorrigible.
You’re as desperate as I am.He chuckled.Or did you forget I can feel you?
I moaned again as he shared every hot, smoky ache inside him.
Dillon let out a loud, irritated sigh.
We both snickered like teenagers.
Lucien stiffened, his eyes glowing with love.Have I ever told you that I love your laugh?
My heart almost burst, only to crack as another crush of sickness barrelled through me.
God, dying was so depressing.
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to flirt—
“You’re not dying,” Lucien whispered, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Remember?”
“I remember.” My eyes closed as I leaned into him. “You won’t let me.”
