Page 42 of Hell Kissed
What if they come back? What if they find us? What if dead isn’t really dead when you’re already a fucking skeleton?
“No. They don’t go toward the peak. They avoid the mountaintop as much as they do the base near the living.” His rough tone is a reassurance, and I don’t think even he realizes it comforts me.
I nod as the pressure in my chest eases.
Latham saunters over and leans against the wall near my side, his body heat spreading into me. I snuggle between the two of them, and the hype I’ve heard from men in my pack about threesomes finally makes sense. The body heat alone is worth the awkwardness I would surely bring to that kind of party.
“Truth or dare?” Aric asks, and my eyes fly open fast.
This isn’t the kind of game that ends well. Especially with two sinfully sexy men like Aric and Latham. Or a woman who is too damn tired to care about things like pants or even underwear for that matter.
No, it ends stupidly. Someone always ends up naked running through a neighborhood, and quite honestly, I have no plans for getting naked on this mountain ever again!
I pull at the thin hemline of my shirt, but it sadly stays the same short length.
“Truth,” Latham answers, skirting past my anxiety with his simple reply like it doesn’t exist.
Frost kissed wind flings my hair against my face as I look up at one man and then the other.
“Is it true that wolf sex feels better than human sex?” Aric arches his scarred eyebrow at his friend as he clearly waits with intense interest on this subject.
That was… not what I thought he was going to ask. But I can’t lie, I’m actually insanely curious what the answer will be.
A shy sort of smile lifts at the corners of Latham’s cheeks, and a buzz of energy flits through me at how bashful the hellish man suddenly seems.
“Definitely true,” he whispers in a gravelly tone that’s a mix of sin and molten heat.
My thighs shift strangely, reminding me of my lack of panties.
Would it be weird if I asked Latham for a pair of underwear right now?
A pulse throbs there when those starry eyes peer down at me.
Yeah. It would be awkward as sinful fuck.
“Truth or dare, Love,” Latham asks me like a promise.
A promise of naughty, terrible things to come.
Apparently this is the distraction I need to bury the shitty memories of everything that’s happened tonight. They seem to know it too.
I dip my head forward and spot Torben sleeping with his back firmly against the far wall of the cave. He’s sleeping off the terrible night just as he should.
As I should.
I swallow hard.
“Uh… truth,” I say as evenly as my slamming heart will allow me.
Aric’s fingers drift up and down my arm, calming me as well as making me completely insane by his minute touch of distraction.
“Is it true that mortal women often fake orgasms?” A line forms between Latham’s dark eyebrows at how concerned he is about this issue.
My lips part, but I can feel how hot my cheeks are getting. I tip my head out from between the two of them just to let the painfully stinging wind hit my face.
I lied. Being between these two isn’t bliss. I’m fucking burning up. It’s too hot here now.
Way too hot.
