Page 2 of Deathless
In bed, sandwiched between two hard, masculine bodies.
Torr’s face appeared in my vision, his hair mussed from sleep and a frown pinching his mouth. “Fucking hell. Again?”
I rubbed my face, my eyes, just to feel something real, solid and tangible. On my other side, Santos seemed to read my mind and placed a warm, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His calloused hand massaged my hip and thigh. The weight and heat of his touch shepherded me back to reality, this place of safety with my men.
“Yeah, again,” I sighed in answer to Torr’s hovering frown. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Santos kissed my temple, his fingers running across my belly. “We’re just worried about you.”
“I’m fine—”
“Don’t say that,” Torr bit out. “Not to us. Not when you’ve been thrashing and screaming in your sleep for two weeks straight.”
“It’s just bad dreams.” I couldn’t convince myself of that any more than I could the guys. My hand shook as I rubbed my forehead.
Torr flopped down next to me with a huge sigh. “That therapist guy is coming today, right?”
“He’s expected to, yeah.” I pushed a lock of hair off of his forehead, then looked the other way at Santos. “You’re both talking to him.”
“Yeah, about that.” Santos turned onto his side, bicep flexing as he propped up onto his elbow. “We think you should talk to him too, paloma.”
My gaze bounced back and forth between them. “You two have discussed this?”
“It’s like he said.” Torr brought one hand behind his head. “We’re worried about you. I’ve never seen you have dreams like this.”
“Goddamnit.” I covered my face with my hands and groaned.
“Don’t tell me you’re mad about this,” Torr chided. “You can’t be a hypocrite and tell us to talk to someone but make yourself exempt.”
“I’m not mad. I’m annoyed because I want to be mad. Butnoooo.” I sat up and stretched. “You two have to be all sensible and caring and talk to each other because you’re concerned about me. I never get an opportunity to be mad at you guys, and that’s really fucking unfair.”
Santos laughed, deep and rumbling like the purr of his jaguar, as he sat up next to me. “Sorry we’re so perfect for you.” He dropped another kiss to my shoulder, the slow brush of lips and smolder in his dark eyes making me want to shove his head between my legs.
“You’re not sorry.” I tried to use my best accusatory tone, but shit, it was hard topretendto be mad too.
“No, ma’am.” Santos kissed the crook of my neck and I felt his smile against the curve in my skin.
Still reclined, Torr’s hand drifted over my hip and lower back. “You want breakfast?” His touch skimmed up my spine. “Or should we have a lie-in?”
Normally, not even breakfast could get me to skip extended time in bed with my men. It was the best feeling, waking up to the two of them. My head on Torr’s chest, with Santos snuggled up to my back.
They were everything I wanted and never thought I’d have, devoted to me and secure enough in themselves to share me. It didn’t hurt that they were two of the most gorgeous male specimens I’d ever set eyes on.
But if I was being honest, the dreams were unnerving me, and I probably did need to talk to someone. They were unsettling me to the point of not wanting to spend extra time in bed for fear of falling asleep and experiencing them again.
“Yeah, breakfast sounds good.” I leaned over and kissed Torr, then came back up and did the same to Santos on my other side.
As the three of us got out of bed and dressed, someone else started to rouse. Tezcatlipoca yawned, showing off all his teeth before stretching long, the dark spots in his coat shimmering with his graceful movement.
“Good morning, beautiful boy.” I scratched the jaguar’s neck and kissed the top of his head, earning a chuff and a firm headbutt against my thigh.
Tezca led the way downstairs, where we found Devin already laying strips of bacon in a pan. The lean-muscled fighter was shirtless and his long hair was loose, spilling down his back nearly to his waist in glossy, untangled strands.
Really, it was unfair how some men had such beautiful features. Santos’ eyelashes would make mascara companies cry with envy. Devin’s hair had the body and shine so many women dreamed of.
“Morning,” Santos greeted his ex-gladiator friend with a fist bump to the shoulder. Tezca walked right up to Devin and headbutted him square in the ass.
“Jesus! Trying to kill me here, cat?” Devin swatted at Tezca behind him, but I didn’t miss that quick scratch behind the ear.
