Page 60 of To the Grave

There was a smirk in his voice, a teasing light in his eyes, and I thought of our heated encounter in the bathroom at the Strike, Jace’s face buried between my thighs, his dick pushing into me from behind.

My face flamed.

“Yep,” Sarai said cheerfully. “Just looking for snacks.”

Wolf looked up with a smile. “There’s always something to eat in this house.”

There wasn’t an ounce of innuendo in his voice but my wet pussy didn’t seem to care. I needed to get out of here, stat.

“Nice to see you,” Cassie said as we passed.

“Say hi to Bram,” Wolf said.

“Will do.”

I turned the lights on in the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. Being around the Beasts was like being in a room filling with carbon monoxide: I couldn’t see, smell, or taste the lust, but it was still powerful enough to knock me unconscious.

“Holy shit,” Sarai said, collapsing onto the island. “How are you not fucking them 24/7?”

I opened the fridge to hide my face, because so far Cassie was the only one who knew I’d been doing exactly that.

Sarai marched over and slammed the fridge door shut, then held it there as her mouth dropped open. “You dirty slut! You are! You’re fucking them 24/7!”

“Shhhh!” I said, trying to cover her mouth. “Tell the whole world, why don’t you.”

“Why don’tyou?” she practically shouted. “That’s what I’d be doing if I was banging those three perfect specimens of manhood.”

“Oh my god,” Cassie said. “You’re talking about them like they’re pieces of meat. They’re people.”

“Extremely hot, sexy-as-fuck people,” Sarai said.

I pulled some salsa out of the fridge, then went to the pantry for tortilla chips. When I returned to the island, Cassie was studying me.

“There’s a lot more to this than the sex, isn’t there?” she asked.

She’d known I was developing feelings for the Beasts when I’d stayed at her place after finding out they’d really killed Blake. But that had been before Jace’s fake death, before I’d realized that I might actually not be able to live without them, not in any way that was worth living.

“It’s… complicated,” I said, walking to the cupboard.

I removed a large bowl for the chips and a smaller one for the salsa and returned to the island.

“Complicated how?” Sarai asked, uncapping the salsa and pouring some into the smaller bowl.

I dumped chips into the big bowl. “I don’t know. I mean, I have no idea how it would work. We haven’t talked about it.”

“From what I’ve seen, they’re pretty in it,” Cassie said.

She hadn’t made a big deal about the fact that Otis had snuck into her place to visit me at night when I’d been living there, but I was almost positive she’d known.

Sarai picked up a chip and dipped into the salsa. “Can’t you just ask?” She crunched down on the chip. “Do you have any soda? Or wine?”

I scrunched my face. “Wine with chips and salsa? How about beer?”

“Beer works,” Sarai said.

I pulled three beers from the fridge. “This doesn’t feel like something you just ask.”

“Why not? ‘Is there any way the three of you can stay here and fuck me forever?’” Sarai opened her beer and shrugged. “Done.”

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