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Elias and Caelan are already fully dressed and entirely ready to face the day, while my morning is a mess of scrambling to get ready in time. I feel far better with food, drink, and painkillers in me, and I finally manage to drag myself out of bed to use the bathroom, sort out the mess of my sex-mussed hair, and splash some water on my face.
Elias was right about the marks he left—those weird black handprints. There’s no sign they were ever there. Their other marks remain, though. I still have all the knife scratches from Caelan, not to mention his name carved into the small of my back, countless minor bruises and love bites, and, of course, the collar Elias put on me last night.
I run my finger over it. Looking in the mirror is the first time I’ve seen it. It’s black as midnight but somehow ever so slightly iridescent. The most minute hint of deep red and purple hues buried within are revealed when it catches the light.
It’s gorgeous.
Being marked up like this, visibly claimed and wanted, makes me feel gorgeous too. I’ll wear all of it with pride.
The only downside to the morning is how little time I have to appreciate it. I get dressed, shove my pajamas into my bag, and the last of my packing is done. We leave the room almost immediately.
I wish I had more time to spend with Elias and Caelan somewhere private.
Not that the lack of privacy seems to bother Caelan. They walk me down to the lobby, and Caelan pulls me roughly against him and kisses me firmly. With tongue. For several minutes.
Elias has finished checking out before Caelan’s done, and he interrupts us with a cough.
I’m out of breath and flustered but incredibly flattered, even if we were probably making a scene in public.
“When do you need to leave for your bus?” Elias asks smoothly.
“Pretty much now,” I admit reluctantly.God. I don’t want to leave them.
“Then we shouldn’t keep you.”
He’s right, and I hate it.
Elias doesn’t kiss me the way Caelan did. He has some sense of decorum, only taking my hand in one of his own, and the other he rests on my waist, holding me in a loose embrace. The gesture may be simply affectionate, but the intensity of the look in his eyes leaves me as breathless as Caelan did.
“Don’t be sad to say goodbye.”
“But I’m going to miss you both so much.”
“You’re ours now, officially.” Elias grazes his fingers over my collar, then hooks one beneath it and tugs lightly to draw me in closer. “It won’t be so long before we see you again. And anything you need in the meantime, don’t hesitate to contact us.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, and Elias smirks.
Elias’ kiss is far more brief, not as deep, and to anyone looking from the outside, it probably looks like the socially acceptable level of tender and romantic. But there’s a heat in it that makes my knees feel weak and subtle possessiveness in the way Elias holds me.
“Don’t make yourself late,” Elias reminds me, and I sigh. I should go.
“Trust me. We ain’t gonna be leaving you alone for long after that,” Caelan cuts in, a suggestive grin on his face. “You’re too much fun to keep our hands off.”
I laugh. Caelan’s reasoning may be somewhat more risqué, but it is reassuring at the same time.
“I’ll look forward to it,” I say, grinning in return. I hesitate for a moment, but screw it. I already admitted it yesterday in far more vulnerable circumstances. “I love you both. Don’t keep me waiting too long, all right?”
Maybe that’s too forward. Who am I to be making demands of them? But neither of them seems offended.
Elias chuckles. “We wouldn’t dream of it,” he says smoothly, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my knuckles. Again, a seemingly simple gesture of affection. But my mind immediately and vividly recalls how he did the same in the middle of our threesome last night, and heat rushes to my face. Trust him to make me so incredibly flustered over the smallest thing.
Caelan cackles at my reaction and ruffles my hair. “See ya later, doll.”
I nod. Then, before my resolve can fail and I give in to the urge to give up on going home and just stay with them, I pick up my bags and turn away.
The bus stop is around the corner, on the side of the hotel we left from when going to the restaurant on our first evening together.
I get as far as the sliding glass doors of the lobby before giving in to the temptation to look back over my shoulder.
