Page 32 of Preyless
It was as overwhelming as it was exciting, though. Because while I had known that this was what they wanted—a third added to their dynamic and a family as a whole—it was still a much different experience to hear it spoken aloud.
Anyone could give someone empty promises through a text. But I was coming to the conclusion that Aiden and Casey meant everything they said.
“I need to get out of this uniform,” Aiden said as he slowly lowered me to my feet, breaking me out of my thoughts as he walked in Casey’s direction. “Someoneobviously beat me to it and forgot his manners.”
“Whaaaat,” Casey groaned in mock offense, only to wink at me. “I was more than happy to put on our gear for the darling girl, but we wear that shit way too much. It was time for the sweats. And I kissed you both, so my duties as the designated golden retriever were complete.”
I giggled and teased back, pushing any and all of my thoughts to the side. “Listen, I’m team sweatpants if it means I get to drool at both of your arms and abs. I am just a girl at the end of the day, ya know.”
“Mmm,” Casey purred as he stalked toward me. He had definitely sprayed some sort of cologne on him since changing, and the smell of spicy wood nearly made me drool. “You can touch us, if you want. I’ve heard that hands-on experience is much better than surveillance."
The blush that marred my face was intense and instantaneous.
It should have been illegal to be so horny and flirty and yet so shy in the exact same breath.
Talking to the both of these men was much easier over text.
He continued teasing me. “No? So very shy now. I could always make you, if you’d prefer that. I bet you’d be a good girl on your knees for us.”
I took a deep breath right as Aiden appeared next to Casey again in matching gray sweatpants with two glasses of amber liquid in his hand. He handed one of the glasses to Casey, and the blush on my face grew as my eyes raked over them.
Muscles.
Tattoos.
Stance.
The words they were saying.
The shape of their lengths beingveryvisible in their sweatpants.
I felt like I was about to be eaten alive by two wolves as they stared back at me. With my shorts still damp from my arousal, my shirt still split in two from Casey’s knife, and the hunger in their eyes…
Frankly, I wanted it.
My legs shifted as my clit pulsed with need at their attention.
What has my life become?
Aiden smirked down at me. “Everything okay, pretty girl? Do you want to sit down?”
I shook my head as I forced the words out of my mouth. “What’s that you’re drinking?”
Casey responded for him. “Whiskey. Would you like some?”
“I’ve never had it before.”
Aiden smirked, almost as if a lightbulb had turned on in his head. I swallowed roughly. “You hear that, Wraithe? She’s never had any whiskey before.”
It was as if they had their own secret language as their smirks and stances began to match one another’s. Casey responded as he shook his head and walked toward me slowly. “I think we should give her a taste, yeah?”
I swallowed roughly and reached for the glass.
I probably needed the drink, anyway.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not like that,” Casey corrected before taking a swig of the liquid in his glass. I watched in complete and utter confusion, my neck craning up at him as he drew even closer to me. As quick as lightning, one firm hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed gently, and I gasped. He tugged me even closer to him, our bodies flush, before he leaned down and promptly spit the liquid into my mouth.
Oh my God.
