Page 56 of First Offense
“Bullshit,” Auric had muttered, summarizing the situation nicely.
I sighed, staring up at the ceiling as the two males started to spar.Again.
They kept doing this, falling into some pattern only they seemed to understand. Their history became more and more apparent with each skilled jab and kick and punch. It allowed them an avenue for release of some kind, but not like the one I’d observed the other day, or whenever that’d been.
I swallowed as their scents mingled around me, suffocating me in their alluring cologne. The pillow between my thighs did little to relieve the ache brewing there—an ache that grew worse every day. And their continued bouts of wrestling did not help the matter.
Auric growled at Novak.
Novak snarled back.
And the two crashed into the corner by the shower, their masculinity and violence adding a seductive quality to the air that only made me burn hotter.
They both had knives, but they weren’t using them. Only fists.
My nose twitched as an iron-like smell joined their intoxicating mix.
Blood.
I rolled onto my side to study them and arched my eyebrows at the teeth marks on Auric’s shoulder.
That was probably why he’d practically thrown Novak into the shower. Now he had the other man pinned against the concrete, his forearm across his throat and his other hand at Novak’s hip.
Growls emanated from their chests.
Then Novak reached over and turned on the water.
Auric hissed and took a step back, his jeans soaking through from the showerhead.
Novak merely smirked and yanked his own pants down before sending them off to the side with a wet thunk.
My eyes rounded as he fisted his cock beneath the spray, his movements measured and slow rather than fast and cruel.
He gave himself a few pumps, then went for the soap.
Auric ripped off his own pants and joined him, the two males breathing heavily and squaring off beneath the single showerhead.
I whimpered at the sight, causing Auric’s eyes to flash up to me. “Don’t. Watch.”
Novak chuckled.
I squeezed the pillow tighter, my heart hammering in my chest.
Then a click at the door sounded, causing Auric to stalk over with a demand of “What day is it?”
The guard at the door replied by shoving a tray of food at Auric’s bare abdomen.
“I want to talk to Sayir,” Auric added.
“Sure,” the guard drawled. “I’ll let him know.”
Then he locked us in.
Again.
Novak walked over and casually took an apple from the plate and carried it back to the shower.
Still naked.
