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I suppose if I want honesty from them, then I have to be honest first with myself and then I have to share with the group. It’s the only way.
I’m about to open my mouth to tell them I want Cohen too, but Ezra cuts me off. “Ro, baby, eat something. You’ll feel better once you do.”
I swallow the words right along with a bite of bagel. Now isn’t the time. I need to plan a little, come up with a script about what I want to say, talk with Merritt about it, because she knows how they’ll react better than I do.
Silence fills the room as we eat, broken only by Kohaku returning, looking a little flushed and with a smirk on his face. I wonder what he got up to while he was away from us, but don’t ask, because I don’t want to seem too interested in him.
Cohen already thinks I want to have sex with the shadow demon. Maybe I do.
He strides right up to me and snatches the second half of my bagel off my plate, taking a hearty bite from it and moaning.
“Hey, asshole, don’t eat my woman’s food. She needs that,” Hardin growls.
Kohaku growls right back and, coming from him, it sounds a hell of a lot more menacing. But then he turns his orange eyes back to me, and they soften. “Sorry, little warrior.” He slides the rest of my food back onto my plate while his tails curl around my legs.
I swallow thickly. “No worries. There’s more on the counter if you want to make one yourself?”
His tails caress me one last time before he moves over to the food spread on the counter and just looks at it, like he’s not sure what to do. I guess maybe he’s not. Ezra sighs and carries his empty plate to the sink, where he drops it before nudging Kohaku out of the way. “Go sit down, kitsune. I’ll make you one.”
Kohaku comes right back to me, leans against the counter with his ass, so we’re both facing the other five men, his hip pressing into my knee.
Why are you embarrassed, little warrior?
I start at the sound of his voice in my head again, and nearly drop my plate. Well, actually, Idodrop it, but Kohaku is fast, and he grabs it before it shatters.
I wish you wouldn’t do that.
He arches a brow as he looks at me.You do not wish for me to communicate privately with you? Would you instead prefer that I question you verbally?
I shake my head, stuff another bite into my mouth. Under normal circumstances, this would buy me time to answer, but since I can talk to him in my head, it doesn’t really help.No, thank you. I don’t need them to know-
I cut off that thought because what am I going to say? I don’t need them to know how turned on I am, how needy and achy I am? How much I want one of them to fuck me? How much I want Kohaku to fuck me? What the hell is that, anyway? It makes me feel like a pervert because he’s only had a body for all of an hour. As far as I know, he’s never had one before. I shouldn’t be wanting to jump him when he doesn’t even really understand what sex is. How could he if he’s spent every moment of his life until I bound him to me as a mass of black shadow?
I know what sex is, Rosalind. I have had it before. You are not the first witch I have been bound to.
A damn spike of jealousy hits me again. I bitch slap that bastard and shove it far down.
Is it,I hesitate and then ask,is the sexual attraction I feel for you a part of the bond?I don’t think that’s the case, because Cohen doesn’t seem to want to fuck Betty the Basilisk. And if I’m honest, that snake doesn’t seem to be all that capable of complex thought, but I also only met her for about a minute before she was being pulled away, so maybe I’m just a judgy bitch.
Kohaku twists his head to look at me, his big arms crossed over his broad chest. His lips twist in a smirk and I know he’s heard every single thought in my head since he came back into this kitchen.
No, little warrior. What we feel for each other is not because of the summoning and the binding.His orange eyes burn into mine.I want to fuck you because you are mine. I want to mark you because you are mine. I want to claim you because you are mine. It’s the demon in me. And you want to let me do all those things, because you recognize you belong to me.
I stare at him. I never would have thought that being claimed like that would be a turn on, but damn, if it isn’t. We keep staring at each other until Ezra moves in front of Kohaku and shoves a plate into his hands, before turning to me.
“All finished?”
I blink and look back at my amber eyed boy. “What?”
His full lips twist into a smile, and he motions at my now empty plate. “You’re finished. Can I take that from you?”
My face flames even higher and I shake my head. “I can put it in the dishwasher. Thank you though, Ez.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, soft and sweet. His nose brushes against mine as he pulls back, but still keeps our faces together.
He trails his lips up to my ear and murmurs so low that I’m sure no one else in the kitchen can hear it. “If we didn’t have more training to do, Rosalind, I’d take you upstairs and see about relieving that ache between your thighs.” I nearly drop the plate again, but Kohaku catches it without even looking, while I stare at Ezra.
“I think we should blow off training,” I murmur, wrapping my fingers around his waist and pulling him closer.
“We can’t and you know it. Maybe tonight? We can take a bath and I can help?”
