“This is a weird way to ask for a threesome, but I’m game if you are,” Seth taunted.
“For the love of god, stop it,” I snapped, throwing out my hands and ripping Orion away from him with a whip of air and throwing him onto the bed behind me. “Seth, I’ll make a freaking coat out of your fancy white Wolf fur if you don’t stop winding him up. Tell him the truth or I’ll kick your ass out of here myself.”
“Alright, alright, we didn’t fuck,” Seth conceded and I looked to Orion, finding him pushing himself off the bed, his shoulders heaving with his ragged breaths. He caught my hand, tugging me against him with a protective growl and I gripped his chin, tilting his head down to make him look at me. His heart was thrashing and there was such a desperation about him at the mere thought of me being with someone else that it melted my anger with him. But screw him for not trusting my word on this.
“Yet,” Seth whispered.
“Shut up,” I barked as Orion stiffened, but I kept hold of his chin to keep him looking at me.
“He’s trying to get a rise out of you,” I said and he nodded, apparently unable to form a sentence beyond that. “He can stay for tonight then maybe we can find another room for him tomorrow.”
“Or I murder him now and the problem resolves itself,” he suggested in a deadly voice.
“I’m afraid you can’t do that, bro,” Seth chipped in. “Darcy and me are besties now. You wouldn’t kill her bestie, would you? Imagine what that would do to her.”
Orion’s shoulders tensed but he remained looking at me, seeing the truth of that in my expression.
“Let it go,” I begged and a decision darkened his eyes before he picked me up and shot into the bed, spooning the hell out of me as he clutched me against him, my face firmly aiming to the opposite side of the room from Seth as he yanked the covers over us.
I shifted the tiniest amount and he growled, his arms tightening around me and drawing me flush back against his body.
“Hey Mr Psycho, I can’t breathe.” I prodded his arm and he slackened his grip a little.
Seth started regaling us with stories of his trip to the moon for the millionth time and Orion cast a silencing bubble around us to block him out.
“You need to calm down, Lance.”
His breath was hot on my ear as he replied in a whisper that sent a shiver rolling down my spine. “I’m hungry and I now have to share my breathing space with the asshole who tried to destroy us after a battle where I almost lost you.”
“Well, I can help with one of those things.” I shifted my hair away from my neck and gripped the back of his head, drawing his mouth to my skin.
His fangs drove into a vein and he groaned the same moment a soft moan left my lips. The keen sting of the bite and the feel of his muscles folding around me sent a rush of heat between my thighs and I automatically ground my ass back against him, desire coursing through me. When he’d drunk enough, he drew his fangs from my neck, his breaths burning my cheek as the hard length of his cock drove into my ass. But I couldn’t do anything about that with Seth in the room with us.
Orion released the silencing bubble and quiet reached us from Seth’s bed, making me wonder if he’d fallen asleep already.
“Goodnight, Lance,” I said breathlessly and he pressed his lips to the soft place behind my ear as his fingers ran over the bite to heal it.
“Goodnight, Blue.”
“Goodnight, roomies,” Seth whispered.
I stood out in the crisp winter air with my breath fogging before me and my wet hair dripping onto the oversized black hoody I was wearing.
Geraldine had caught sight of me slipping out of the sleeping quarters and had wailed something about the masculine clothes I’d put on not being fit for a queen. She’d rushed off, vowing to find me something more suitable for royalty and Max had chased after her, leaving the route to the exit free, then I’d headed straight towards it.
It had been a bit difficult to navigate my way through the throng of rebels who were all waiting to be allocated their own sleeping space in the tunnels to the south of The Burrows, but I’d managed to throw a little shadow over myself and keep my head ducked low as I slipped between them before finding my way back to the tunnel which led to the grandfather clock.
Of course there had been a group of five rebellion guards outside the farmhouse, but with a few choice words and a dark scowl, I’d managed to convince them to let me escape for a few minutes.
I’d been a prisoner for too damn long. My mind hadn’t been fully my own, clear of shadows and bonds and the will of the fucking stars for so long that I’d almost forgotten what true silence sounded like.