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The smile curling on his lips eased the ache in my chest.
“I’m going to find a way to make you mine. To make you all of ours, if you’ll have us three.”
A grin stretched across my face, chipping away at the tension that had set up camp in my chest. “You three... are impossible,” I murmured with sarcasm.
He laughed, and I thought of his promise.
An impossible dream dangled in front of my eyes that was under threat. But for just a moment, as I sat there, caught in the spell of his words, I let myself believe that somehow such a fantasy, a sweet illusion, could exist for someone like me.
“That would be a dream come true.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, cupping his face. “Just make sure you keep your promise,” I whispered, my voice cracking at the end.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
KAT
My eyelids fluttered open, the morning light seeping in through the curtains. I lay there and inhaled deeply, the scent of cologne and something uniquely masculine filling my nostrils.
Mason’s scent.
Earthy and sexy, hinting at the outdoors and something enticingly wild—something I was drawn to. I snuggled deeper into the covers, my face buried in his pillow. His scent enveloped me, wrapping me up in a blanket. How could someone smell so good?
I wished he was here, next to me, with his arms around me. But the longer I lay there, lost in the memories of last night, the more reality started to seep in, bursting my blissful bubble. I remembered the danger we were in, the ticking time bomb facing the priests—except they weren’t Fathers, after all.
With that thought, I pushed the covers off me, sitting up abruptly, taking in the room. There was no one else in there. Just me. Alone. I didn’t know where they were or what they were doing, and the uncertainty gnawed at me.
With a heavy sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cool wooden floor on my bare feet sending a shiver up my spine. I left the comfort of Mason’s bed and slipped out of his room. Padding down the silent corridor toward the showers, the institute remained silent in the early hours.
As the hot water raced down my body, washing away the remnants of the past day and all its revelations, I found myself caught in a swirl of emotions. I was scared for them, scared for me, and if I was honest, scared of my growing feelings for them.
When had I let them crawl in under my heart? The thought of losing them stung more than I wanted to admit. Deep down, I knew once they left, there was a real possibility I might not see them again. The idea was a heavy stone sinking into the pit of my stomach.
Suddenly, a shadow came across me from behind, and I twisted around. And there Mason stood, studying me with intensity and a rushed breath as if he’d been running.
I gasped at his wildness.
“You left my room,” he stated in a serious tone.
“I needed a shower, or am I now a prisoner?” My skin pricked, and my stomach fluttered at me standing naked before him while he was in his robe. The electricity between us became combustible.
“You worried me,” he grunted, reaching out, his fingers sliding under my chin, lifting my gaze to him. It was a move that told me that Mason was the kind of man who liked to hold control.
“I didn’t realize you cared so much.” I trembled, an ache pulsing between my thighs, a desperate ache that these men roused in me.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, do you?” he started, his voice gruff, his hold tightening. “There’s so much at stake, I can’t risk you accidentally telling anyone what I’ve shared.”
The flash of hurt from his grip did something to me I didn’t expect. My own starved carnal pleasure throbbed deep in the pit of my stomach. He’d awakened something that ended the warmth of my arousal sliding down my inner thighs.
“I would never do that,” I said, finally finding my voice.
Staring into his eyes, I lost myself in their blueness, wanting to be nowhere else. Memories flickered—Mason kneeling before me, licking me between my thighs, making me cum on his tongue.
A faint moan traced the back of my throat at the memory and what I longed for again and again.
“I can smell how aroused you are for me,” he purred.
Oh God.My body betrayed me, giving away how easily he affected me. I tried to move past him, but he stood firm, blocking my way, holding my chin. His free hand gently slid down the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and deeper still, reaching my swollen lips. I gasped for air as he slipped two fingers between my slick folds, another moan stroking past my mouth.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered in the space between us.
