Page 97 of The Midnight Order
“I can’t.”
He gives a subtle nod.
“Lowell?” I say, shivering as the wind rips through the trees, its icy fingers stabbing through the thin fabric of my clothes. “Take me back to the manor?”
He gives me his arm to slip mine through, and we wander through the woods toward home, or what feels like is becoming my home.
There’s so much turmoil within me that I don’t know which way is up.
And I can’t sit still even when I’m back in the manor, showered and in my silk pajamas.
I pace the floor with restless energy and thoughts, keeping me awake before I decide I can’t take anymore. I pad down the hall, knocking on doors until I hear Corvin say, “Come in.”
He and Asher are lying on their bed, the television roaring about current events at the end before Asher mutes the sound.
“Well, this is a surprise,” Asher says, and Corvin smacks him as if they had already discussed how he’s behaving and he was breaking some rule.
I find it endearing that he’s his typical self. I crawl toward them from the bottom of the bed and continue my path until I’m between them at the head.
I turn over and lie down, sighing when their fragrances mingle. Their mixed scents remind me of darker, filthier times before I knew anything I learned today.
“I can’t sleep,” I say sheepishly.
“Mm, I think we got that much,” Asher says, and Corvin clears his throat.
They look so comfortable, besides the masks covering half of their faces.
Asher is in tight boxer briefs that fall to mid-thigh and no shirt. He’s covered in tattoos, and his muscles look like the gods formed them.
Corvin is in gray sleep pants that should be illegal in all states and shirtless. Although he has only a few tattoos that appear meaningful, his body is equally beautiful and sculpted.
“Do you want me to make you some tea?” Corvin asks, and while I know it would help, I don’t want to go to sleep yet.
Not with so much on my mind.
It’ll just overwhelm me again in the morning.
“No. Thank you.”
“Do you want to talk?” he counters.
“No.”
Asher chuckles, moving in for the kill as he inches a hand over the edge of my thigh. “Do you want us to help you relax another way?”
It seems ridiculous, the thought of doing anything sexual while my life is falling apart at the seams, but I can’t make myself say no.
I can’t even form my lips around the letter N to get the word started in my mouth.
“I don’t hear a no, do you, love?” Asher taunts, and I realize he’s talking to Corvin, which makes my blood heat.
The thought of their established relationship and connection makes me feel a surge of emotion, and I don’t know why.
“I didn’t hear a no either,” Corvin adds, moving down my body and hovering his face over my center as he grips either side of my sleep shorts.
His eyes look up at me through his mask, and his chestnut hair falls over the top edge of it.
Asher’s lips brush my ear, and my nipples bead and rub against my silk top. “Lift your bottom for him. Let us make you feel good. That is what you came in here for, isn’t it?”
