Page 54 of Edge of Darkness

“But if you do, that’s okay too. Beckett will be here also, just in case.”

“Great. Two Ancients, one of which is royalty. If that doesn’t make my dragon bristle, I don’t know what would.”

“I’m also your lover.”

Connie leaned into Hudson. “Just don’t let me tear up anything.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Hudson’s cell phone beeped. He pulled it out and unlocked it. “Okay, Beckett is here.”

Connie sucked in a harsh breath. Shit. Here they go.

“Breathe, sweetheart. You’re working yourself up, and Beckett hasn’t even walked through the door yet.” Hudson grabbed Connie by the chin and stared into his eyes. Then Hudson kissed Connie, long and hard.

Connie relaxed against the couch as pleasure surged through him and headed straight for his dick. It amazed him how Hudson’s kisses could melt his brain. One thing was for sure, though. He no longer felt like he was going to vibrate out of his very skin.

Connie palmed his erect dick through his shorts once the kiss ended. “You’re going to take care of this later, right?”

“One way or the other.”

Connie scowled. “What does that mean?”

There was a knock at the door to Hudson’s suite.

“Oh look, Beckett’s here.” Hudson stood quickly.

Connie scrambled to his feet but sat back down abruptly when he remembered how hard he was. “Wait just a sec. What did you mean by that? Hudson? Dammit, old man, what did youmean?”

Hudson’s soft laughter floated back to Connie. Flopping his head back against the couch, he scowled up at the ceiling. “Damn dragon.”

Connie heard Beckett before he saw him. A few seconds after that, the most delicious scent in the entire universe wrapped around him… and Connie’s dragon started to rumble.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – KIT

KIT WAVED goodbye to Beckett and walked into his apartment building.

He was tired and out of sorts, mainly because he’d caught Beckett looking at him strangely several times today. When he’d asked Beckett what was up, Beckett had brushed him off.

Kit was certain he hadn’t mistaken the contemplative looks directed his way. Plus, Beckett had spent an inordinate amount of time around him and even brushed up against Kit a couple of times.

Weird. Very, very weird.

And why was Beckett suddenly soooo helpful? Even more so than normal. If Kit bent over to pick up something, Beckett was there, doing it for him.

If he needed more ice for his cup, Beckett had the cup out of his hand and was gone with it before Kit could blink. If he left something in his office? Beckett went to get it. He’d been underfoot all damn day, and it was driving Kit nuts.

Kit unlocked his door, walked in, hung up his keys, then relocked it. He made a beeline for his bedroom, undressed, and changed into a pair of shorts.

Grabbing his yoga mat, he headed back to his living area. Between the sleepless nights, all the shit that had gone on, and now Beckett acting weird, his stress level was through the ceiling.

Kit cleared his mind and got to work.

HE FINISHED off his day by having spaghetti for dinner, then he took a nice, long bath. But unfortunately, he was nowhere near sleepy. And quite frankly, the four walls were closing in on him.

By damn, he wanted to go out, do a little dancing, and have a drink or three. He wanted to forget about dragons, daemons, mimics, and whatever else was lurking in the shadows.

On second thought, maybe staying in was a better idea.

Nope. No way. He was tired of hiding in his apartment, and that was exactly what he’d been doing since the attack. Look at him being a grown-up and admitting that. Mind made up, Kit stomped toward the bedroom.

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