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“And manipulative,” Lancelot pointed out.
Hugo chuckled even as he gave in to her demand. “Your wish is my command.”
“But first…” She reached out to unfasten his jeans, a fruitless endeavor considering she only had one hand.
He stepped away from her reach, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pushing them off. He kept his boxer briefs on. There was no way he was going to do anything more than lie next to her.
“Shirt, too,” she prompted.
He pulled it off, aware that she wasn’t the only one watching him undress. Lancelot was standing halfway between the bed and the door, clearly torn between where he felt he should be versus where he wanted to be.
Hugo took care to climb beneath the sheets slowly, moving gently so as not to jostle her hand. He lay facing her, his hand sneaking beneath the T-shirt they’d put her in earlier to rest on her bare stomach.
“Your turn,” she said to Lancelot.
Their clever woman knew them both well enough to know exactly what effect her words would have on each of them. Hugo would always respond to her sweet requests, while the alpha in Lancelot would take her demands as a challenge.
“Sylvia,” Lancelot said, his eyes narrowed in rebuke. “You aren’t going to get—”
“My way,” she finished for him. “You’re wrong. I am.”
Sylvia twisted to face Hugo, gingerly positioning her injured hand on his hip. “Still elevated. See?”
Hugo shook his head, but didn’t attempt to leave the bed.
The moon cast enough light that he could see her face, could see the pain that had etched lines in her face earlier was gone.
“Kiss me?” she asked, taking him up on his offer to grant all her wishes.
Hugo leaned close to her, intent on giving her a quick kiss.
Sylvia had other plans. Her tongue darted out, stroking his lower lip.
Unable to resist, he kissed her again and this one lingered…and lingered. He could lose himself in her kisses forever and never make any attempt to be found.
Unfortunately, their time together was fleeting.
No, it was already at the end.
Lancelot had contacted Lorelei, and tomorrow they’d most likely be given new orders. Either to try to pick up Alicia’s trail again, or pack it in and return home having failed the society. Both commands meant leaving Sylvia. Something Hugo wasn’t entirely sure he could do.
He kissed her once more, this time the touch tinged with desperation. And heartbreak.
Hugo felt the bed shift. Breaking the kiss, he watched Lancelot lie down behind her, spooning her. “I should be standing guard by the door,” he murmured, even as he shifted closer to her.
She glanced over her shoulder. “You can protect me here just as well. I need you. Both of you.”
Lancelot placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Then this is where we’ll stay.”
Hugo shot the knight a look. One that Sylvia caught.
“I know you can’t stay forever. Just tonight,” she whispered.
“Sylvia,” Hugo said, his chest growing tight. “I don’t think any of us realized…” He stopped mid-sentence.
“Say it,” she urged. “Please.”
He changed the pronoun, uncertain of Lancelot’s feelings. His gut told him the knight felt the same way he did, but they hadn’t said the words. Hugo had spent the better part of the past two days trying to not even think about the words fighting to be spoken.
