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I swallow. I really am a head-over-heelsidiot. Because of all the conclusions I could take away from that statement, my brain decides to fixate on the fact Elias considers me to be theirs. That they have aclaimon me makes my breath catch in my throat, my pulse quickening.
It’s a terrible thing to want, but Ido. I’ve wanted it from the first moment they started flirting with me. And I can’t deny it’s been a huge component of many of my fantasies ever since.
To belong to them.
Elias caring enough to get jealous over me? Ademonbeing possessive of me? That should be terrifying. So why the hell am I almost honored instead?
I can see exactly how stupid it is and exactly how dangerous it could be, but I’m in too deep to want to stop.
“I haven’t seen anyone,” I reassure him, entirely genuine. “It didn’t even occur to me, honestly. How could I ever think about anyone else after being with you?”
That seems to satisfy Elias, though the intensity about him doesn’t lessen. It shifts from a dangerous power to the sort of intensity that makes me feel like, if we weren’t in public, he’d be seconds away from shoving me against the nearest wall and kissing me until I was breathless.
His grip loosens, but he doesn’t take his hand off my knee.
Never one to be left out of the action, Caelan shifts closer and snakes a casual arm around my waist.
I must duck my head to hide the smile and blush on my face as if I’m only focusing on finishing my meal. Jealous, maybe, but they can be kind of sweet when they’re so casually affectionate.
Even though the main course was plenty, Elias talks me into sharing dessert. I should have caught on the moment he said ‘sharing,’ really.
He orders white chocolate bread pudding that comes with ice cream and berries. The opportunity for him to feed me by hand is apparently too great to be passed up as he picks up a strawberry and teasingly presses it against my lips.
My face is heating up from being embarrassed and rapidly becoming flustered, but I might as well own it. I meet Elias’ eyes and run my tongue over his fingers as I take the strawberry from him, and it’s worth it for the way his eyes darken with lust.
“You two are sickening,” Caelan notes.
“Are you jealous?” Elias asks offhandedly. “I can feed you too, if you would like.”
The suggestion makes me laugh, but Caelan only smirks expectantly in return. And to my surprise, Elias follows through on the offer. I get a front-row view as Elias places another of the berries against Caelan’s lips. Only Caelan doesn’t just lick Elias’ fingers. He swallows the berry, then takes the whole of Elias’ thumb into his mouth, sucking on it like it’s something else. For an unnecessarily long time. His teeth graze against Elias’ skin as he curls his inhumanly long tongue around Elias’ thumb one last time before letting it slide from his mouth with an obscene popping noise.
I’m pretty sure both Elias and I are turned on by that, and from the grin on Caelan’s face, he damn well knows it.
“All right, just go and one-up me then,” I eventually find enough voice to mutter, shifting slightly in my seat.
Caelan cackles. The hand around my waist slides up my spine, guiding me closer in. Close enough that he can kiss me, very thoroughly, and with all the same attention he was sucking Elias’ thumb with.
“Is this going to happen every time I try to take you two out for a nice meal?” Elias sighs. “Caelan. Decorum.”
Sharp teeth tug at my bottom lip, then Caelan breaks away from the kiss. “You weren’t complaining about decorum a second ago. And I bet you wouldn’t be complaining about decorum if I got under the table and started blowing you right about now.”
“Um… the table is made of glass,” I point out, a little breathless. Not that I would mind havingthatview, but it’s hardly the most subtle thing to do.
The corner of Elias’ mouth twitches, somewhere between amusement and annoyance, but he’s notably quick to flag down our waitress, requesting the bill.
We pay and make our way downstairs without further incident. Caelan is remarkably well-behaved, content to loop his arm around my waist again while I lean into him, and Elias holds my hand on my other side.
Rather than taking the most direct route, we cross the road and walk through the square, nosily examining the event that’s happening there. The main attraction is a temporary ice-skating rink that’s been set up, surrounded by twinkling festive lights.
It’s cute, but I have little inclination to partake in unplanned activities like ice skating. And, more pressingly, I can’t imagine Elias or Caelan wanting to ice skate, either.
Although—
I snort, then break out into laughter. Both turn to look at me.
“Sorry! I had a dumb thought.”
Elias raises an eyebrow, silently encouraging me to elaborate.
