Page 11 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
Thane’s bedroom was just like him. Simple. Clean. Masculine. The walls were dark blue, the furniture all a dark wood and his scent lingered everywhere. There was some artwork above the bed. A minimalist piece with a black background and gold lines swirling.
Wait a minute. Were they…?
I walked towards it to get a better look. Well, hot damn. They were.
The gold lines that rolled softly over the black canvas created a sensual picture of two lovers getting down and dirty.
Well, I never. I’d always thought of Thane as a bit stuck up and reserved but that opinion was just blown out the water.
“Admiring the art?”
Rayne’s deep raspy rumble caressed my ear and his hand snaked around my hip.
“It’s not what I expected to find, that’s for sure.”
“Hmm.” He kissed my temple and squeezed my hip before walking deeper into the bedroom.
Rayne had always been affectionate. To be honest, they both were. I liked that it was something that we shared but we kept it behind closed doors. In the Reaper world, it was considered taboo to even be friends with your Hell Hounds, let alone affectionate. They were servants. Not friends. And definitely never lovers. I’d just never seen them that way, our connection had always run deeper than master and servant.
Rayne started opening drawers and I went over to the other side where Thane had a walk-in closet. I threw the doors open and —
“Holy fuck!”
I was expecting shirts, suits, and ties, not whips, canes, and floggers.
“That explains a lot,” Rayne said as he took in the contents of the closet.
“Does it? This feels like a bolt out of the blue for me.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I know the guy is rigid, but I never expected anything like this. The guy iskinky, Rayne.”
“Who’s kinky?” Rafe called from the door before joining Rayne and me in the kinky closet.
“Thane,” Rayne muttered amused at my shock. “Roux is clutching her pearls.”
“I am not,” I said indignantly which caused the twins to chuckle. “I quite enjoy a good whipping. I just didn’t expect it from Thane. I mean, it’sThane.”
“I’m not surprised,” Rafe said.
Was I missing something? “That’s what Rayne said. Why am I the only one who sees this as odd?”
Rayne looked at his twin and tilted his head toward me. He was encouraging Rafe to say something.
“The man is rigid, Roux. There’s no way he doesn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of a whip,” Rafe said with a chuckle before turning to Rayne with a raised brow. “I wonder where he plays. We haven’t seen him in any of our clubs, have we?”
“No,” Rayne mumbled, a deep sound that sounded like thunder escaping from his chest.
And just like that, I was imagining all sorts of kinky scenes with the twins taking turns whipping Thane and fuck… my boss had never looked so delicious. I mean, I’ve always found the twins hot but Thane… he’d always beenThane. Granted he had the face of an angel, blonde hair, baby blues and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, but I’d never seen him as anything other than my boss. Now I was thinking about what he looked like when he came.
“If you keep looking at us like that, Roux, we’re going to do something about it.” Rafe’s mouth split into a wicked grin and I suddenly couldn’t put a sentence together.
Well, fuck.
The silence stretched between us until Rayne touched his brother’s hand, breaking the weird tension that thrummed between us.
I coughed nervously. I needed to get rid of this awkwardness before it became a thing.
