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I glance over at them in question, and Hardin gives me a rueful smile. “If you think we’re letting you out of our sight for one second, you’re greatly mistaken.”
“So, we’re all going to sleep in a queen sized bed together?” I eye the mattress, already knowing it won’t work. “It’ll fit three of us, maybe. But not all five of us.”
Gideon hums like this hadn’t occurred to him, but it must have. “We’ll have to get a bigger bed.”
I’m aware of Hardin and Gideon exchanging looks, and then they leave without a word. Ezra presses a kiss into my temple and then nudges me toward my closet. “Go change into pajamas, Ro.”
I do as he urges, grabbing the clothing from my closet and then ducking into my bathroom to change and brush my teeth, ignoring the thumps coming from the bedroom. I stop as soon as I swing the door open. They’ve made my bed frame disappear somehow—probably magic—and in its place are two mattresses laid side by side. Ezra is standing with one foot on each mattress and he’s chanting under his breath. There’s a flash of power and the mattresses, sheets and blankets all merge together to become one giant sleeping set up.
He quirks his lips in a smile when he sees me looking at him in shock. “We didn’t want you sleeping on a seam, since you’ll be in the middle.”
I laugh and shake my head as Hardin belly flops into the center of the double sized mattress and burrows under the blankets. Fielder holds his hand out to me in invitation again and I take it, allowing him to guide me to the spot in the middle of the mattress. I let out a sigh as I settle against the pillows, Fielder slips in next to me, and Hardin stays where he is, leaving Ezra and Gideon on the outsides. They don’t seem to mind in the least as they lay back. I curl on my side, facing Hardin. He takes advantage, tugging my leg up over his hip, his hand curled around my knee and bringing me closer to him. Fielder follows me, keeping contact with my back. His lips press into the hair at the back of my head and one of his hands rests on my waist.
It feels right in a way I couldn’t have predicted. Like this is where I belong in the middle of all four of them. My body relaxes into the closeness, into their heat and combined scent. But my mind refuses to settle.
The memory of the first time Fielder’s dad met me rises to the surface. I swear there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze, like he knew me from somewhere, but that isn’t possible because I certainly have never rubbed elbows with the likes of him.
Still, that flicker keeps rising to the surface of my mind. I keep coming back to it, because it’s the only lead I can think of. Unless Fielder’s right and his dad wants me gone because he sees me as a distraction to his son. He can tell Fielder wants me and doesn’t like it.
I suppose he’d hope that Fielder would marry someone of equal social standing both in the coven and in normal life, someone like Morgan. The memory of a conversation between Gideon and Julie in the tunnels comes to mind. Julie had said she was going to end up with one of them. She’d spoken the words with such assurance that I was inclined to believe her.
Do they do arranged marriages in the coven? Do the elders have to approve matches? Why does the idea of any of these guys marrying someone else make my chest ache so damn much?
“Sweeney,” Fielder murmurs against my hair. “You’re thinking too loud. Thoughts you probably don’t want us to hear.”
“Shit,” I hiss, realizing I’d activated the communication spell without meaning to. “Sorry.”
Hardin chuckles, pulling me closer somehow. “The idea of you marrying someone else guts me too, love.”
I splutter out a reply, trying to formulate a coherent sentence when embarrassment is raging through me, but it cuts off abruptly when Fielder’s hand moves from my waist down to my pussy. He cups me through the fabric of my shorts and murmurs against the shell of my ear.
“Do you need us to help you shut off your brain, Sweeney?”
Holy penguins.My panties go all kinds of damp at his words and his touch and my hips roll into his palm and then his hard cock pressing against the swell of my ass. I’m so tempted to say yes. So tempted to let him touch my clit like he did before, to let him make me come while Hardin plunders my mouth with his tongue. But I am acutely aware of the fact that I’m in bed withfourmen at the moment, and while I feel drawn to all of them, I’m not totally comfortable getting sexual with all of them. Specifically, at the same time.
Maybe in the future, but not right now. I’ve read enough reverse harem books to know how that would work and an image flashes into my head, that has all four of them groaning.
“Shut off the communication spell if you’re going to think about sex with us, please, Ro,” Ezra groans.
I frown. “I thought I did. Did one of you open it again?”
Fielder grinds his palm against me, making my question end in a moan, before he’s pulling away from me, sliding his hand up to my hip again. He knows I’m not ready to take this step with them.
Hardin picks up one of my hands and slides it under his t-shirt and onto his chest. His Fingers curling over mine to hold it in place where he wants it. Fielder nuzzles into the back of my head, and his breaths puff over my skin.
I’m pretty sure there’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep, not with two of them pressed against me, not with Gideon and Ezra so close, but as their breaths even out and they slip into sleep, I find myself following them.
The next morning, we add more protection spells to the trinity already on me. And they reluctantly allow me to go to class. There was some talk about telling my professors I’m sick, and to have me stay in my dorm room for the foreseeable future, but I flat out refused to be a prisoner for the rest of the school year.
Not only would that be miserable and boring, but I’d feel like a coward. And I don’t want to feel like a coward.
They’d taken in my stance, my tipped up chin and crossed arms, and agreed. Likely because if they tried to keep me here, I would make their lives hell.
Merritt eyes us as we take our seats at the much larger table that the seven of us now sit at, her brow pinched in concern. “Did you get any sleep last night?” She asks me, reaching out to grab my hand and squeeze.
I give her a tired smile and shake my head. “Not much. And not for any sort of fun reason.”
She chuckles, but it quickly dies as she shakes her head. “I heard. How are you holding up?”
