Page 66 of Edge of Darkness

Damn, he was getting hard.

That he was attracted to two men at the same time didn’t freak him out. Kit had grown up with a mother and two dads. Poly relationships were the norm to him because of his parents. He’d had more than one lover at a time too. He liked playing with two men and having them play with him.

Oh yeah, he was definitely getting hard. He squirted some conditioner in his hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking quickly. This was going to be hard and fast since he was so wound up.

In his mind, his dragons had him on a big bed with his head hanging off the side. Connie was between his spread legs, fucking into him, and Hudson was standing at Kit’s head, feeding his dick to Kit.

Hell yeah, this was not going to take longat all, not with that visual in his head. Add in some growls—and he had no idea why he was turned on by those sounds—and some filthy moans, and….

Kit gritted his teeth as he spurted against the tile. His head spun, and he slapped a palm against the wall to keep his balance. Dear God. He’d pretty much drained his balls.

Too bad it was just a fantasy. Funny thing was, he wasn’t freaked out that Hudson and Connie were paranormal. Okay, hewasa little bit, but not enough to kill the attraction.

He had enough sense to know he couldn’t judge an entire race on the actions of a few. Beckett was quickly becoming a close friend, and Hudson had been nothing but nice to Kit. He’d just met Connie, but he seemed cool too. Then there was Kage, who had also treated Kit very well.

So, yeah, the majority of paranormals he’d met were okay.

And he was going to meet a lot more, from the sounds of it. Kit finished showering and got out. No, what actually freaked him out was that he was attracted to two men who probably considered him nothing more than an obligation.

Which sucked.

What also sucked was that he didn’t have any clean clothes to sleep in. Looked like he was going all-natural tonight. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he wandered into the bedroom and unmade the bed.

Before he got in, there was a soft knock on his door. Kit walked to the door but paused before opening it. All he had on was a damn towel. Finally, he shook his head. Screw it. He was clothed. Besides, if he wasn’t safe there, he wasn’t safe anywhere.

“Hey.” Kit glanced down at the T-shirt Hudson held.

“Oh. You’ve… ah, you’ve showered. Ah, sorry to bother you. Connie mentioned you didn’t have clothes with you, which I… I should’ve thought of. I brought this.” Hudson thrust the shirt toward Kit. “It’s probably too big, but I guess it’s better than nothing.”

“Oh, wow.” Kit took the incredibly soft shirt. It felt like liquid silk in his hands. “Thanks.”

“You’re, ah, very welcome. We’ll see you in the morning,” Hudson said, then hurried off.

“Yeah, ah, okay. See you.” Kit watched Hudson beat a hasty retreat before closing the door. “That was weird,” Kit said, hugging the T-shirt to his chest. “But it was thoughtful.”

Holding the shirt up to his nose, he inhaled deeply. It had a woodsy, sort of toasted marshmallow, cinnamony scent. It kind of reminded him of making s’mores over a campfire.

He dropped the towel and slipped on the T-shirt. Yep, it was definitely too big. The scent on the material wrapped around him, making Kit feel safe. That was certainly something he hadn’t felt in a while. He walked back to the bathroom and tossed the towel over the shower door.

Yawning, Kit set his alarm on his cell and climbed into bed.

KIT ONLY slept for a few hours, but the rest hehadgotten had been freaking awesome. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly.

Actually, that was untrue. The last good sleep he’d had was before the first attack by Nox. Even what happened last night hadn’t kept him awake into the wee hours of the morning because he’d felt safe there.

He feltsafethere.

Kit absolutely had no idea what to do with that knowledge. His stay was only temporary, so he certainly couldn’t get accustomed to that feeling. But by damn, he’d enjoy it while he could.

He lay in bed, thinking about all he had to accomplish that morning, when his alarm went off. Getting up, he used the restroom, washed his hands, then brushed his teeth.

His braid was kinda messy, but he wasn’t tackling his hair until he got home. It was going to be a wavy mess after having it in a braid all night. Slipping on his underwear—black lace boy shorts that he absolutely adored—he then wiggled into his black leather pants.

Instead of changing into the shirt he’d worn last night, he kept on the one Hudson gave him. He wasn’t ready to take it off, so sue him.

Kit had just finished putting on his combat boots when there was a knock at his door. His heart gave a hard, happy thump, which was disconcerting. He couldn’t get too attached to these guys.

Reminding himself of that, Kit opened the door. Jeez, that was almost too much sexy goodness first thing in the morning. Hudson wore a dark gray suit that probably cost more than what Kit made in a week. Damn thing fit him like a glove. All that long red hair framed his face beautifully, like liquid fire.

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