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Kohaku’s tail tightens briefly on my leg before he releases its grip and turns to face me. “I am okay with it, little warrior. I am more than okay with it.” God, his voice is a cross between a growl and a rumble and it makes me feel all kinds of things that I push to the side because now that I know he can hear my thoughts, particularly those about him. I don’t want to risk it.
“I will teach you to guard your thoughts more closely,” he offers. “So that you may keep things you do not wish for me to see private.”
I nod. “I would appreciate that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
An image of him bending me over the counter and thrusting into me, while his pointy teeth sink into my shoulder and I scream in pleasure, hits my brain so hard I sway on the counter, while my panties flood.
“Shit,” I hiss out, as my hips give an involuntary grind on the marble.
Thank god Kohaku is between me and the other guys, because otherwise they would see just how fucking turned on I am right now. The image keeps flashing in my brain, growing in intensity with each second, until I’m literally rolling my hips with each imagined thrust.
I can feel my kitsune’s orange eyes on me, gauging my reaction, the heat flushing my skin, the way my breath is coming in gasps. I sink my teeth into my lip to keep any noises trying to escape firmly trapped in my body.
Just as suddenly as they appeared, the images disappear. But the feelings they had evoked stay firmly in my body, making me needy and achy, and I don’t see any relief coming my way anytime soon.
Kohaku’s lips twitch into a satisfied smirk.Interesting, little warrior.
I scowl at him, but he’s apparently immune to my glare, because he just sweeps his orange eyes over me, before he turns and leaves the room, adjusting the front of his pants as he goes. I stare after him for a moment, before turning my attention back to the guys still in the room with me.
Not one of them looks happy with me. “What?” I snap, my achy body making me extra snappish.
“What the hell was that?” Fielder grinds out.
I wave a hand, and try to pretend like my face isn’t the color of a tomato. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you know, wildcard,” Cohen teases, but then he takes pity on me and changes the subject. “I think we should go to the Library after eating. I want to show you guys you can trust me.”
All four of them snort their asses off and I shake my head. “Where is the Librarian?”
Cohen meets my gaze as Ezra comes over to hand me a plate with a bagel with capers and lox on it. “Not far from here. She’s a student at Osprey Falls College in Oregon. I believe she lives in the town nearby. But regardless, I can just let her know we’re coming.”
Gideon hums. “That’s a few hours away. Maybe it would be better if we went tomorrow. That way we can leave early, spend most of the day there, get a hotel for the night? And come back the day after?”
Cohen shakes his head. “No need for a hotel. I have a house in the area. Once I realized she was the key, I didn’t want to stray too far.”
I frown. I’m not a fan of this in the least. All these mentions of a girl and him not wanting to stray from her? Yeah, jealousy is knotting up my stomach something fierce and I do not like that one bit.Fuck.
Cohen’s lips twist like he knows what I’m thinking, and he does absolutely nothing to reassure me. “It might be a good idea to pack for a few days. I haven’t seen Jules in forever, so I’ll definitely want to catch up with her. The house is secluded too. So we can keep training there if we want.”
Jules? This Librarian’s name is Jules? Holy penguins, she was probably the coolest girl in the whole freaking world. I bet she rides a motorcycle and can do a perfect cat eyeliner and maybe she can do round-off back handsprings and drive really fast and is whip smart. And on top of that, she’s also a magic key to a realm full of spells and knowledge?
Hmm…
“Maybe we don’t need to go there at all?” I mutter, staring down at my bagel.
Five sets of eyes stare at me.
I shift. “I mean, we don’t have a lot of time. Do we want to spend three whole hours driving when I could use that time to practice?”
“It’ll be worth it, wildcard. I promise.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip. I’m being silly. I know I am. All five men have made it clear that they want me. That they want to be with me. And I want to be with them. But I still have this lingering feeling that I can’t trust them, that I shouldn’t trust them. At least not Ezra, Fielder, Gideon and Hardin.
I trustCohenmore than I trust them. And that definitely adds to this unsettling feeling that we’re building a relationship on a foundation of sand. They aren’t being honest with me. They aren’t telling me everything, and I’m not telling them everything either.
How are we going to last? How is our relationship going to stay strong if we have all these secrets between us?
