Page 75 of Desolation
It’s not often that I’m rendered speechless but alas, here we are. Feeling like I’m living out some type of fantasy, my feet stay glued to the ground as I take in the beautiful scene.
“Well damn,” Leo quipped from behind me.
“A scene fit for a queen,” Leo added.
Hale announces he’s going to shower as Zedd heads into the kitchen to start on dinner.
A swat to my left ass cheek makes me yelp out loud as I spin to find the perpetrator but as I spin to my left, another swat lands on my right cheek this time. The light sting of the swat makes an unexpected desire blossom within me.
Who the fuck?
Both of the twins stand there with their hands clasped in front of them, Cheshire cat grins stretching their plump lips. I stare at them between narrowed eyes as Leo whistles a low tune, glancing around, while Luke twiddles his thumbs together and stares at them like they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever encountered.
I cross my arms over my chest and sass them. “I’m going to assume you were the ones to swat my ass, unless I suddenly have a ghost stalker who can materialize his hands?”
Leo stops whistling as he smirks devilishly at me, bringing his dimples out for my viewing pleasure. “What if we did?”
I might say I liked it.
Luke follows up his twin’s question. “What would you do about it?”
Ask you to do it again?
My cheeks flush at my inner monologue as I imagine them all sorts of naughty things to me and enjoying it. A warm and calloused hand falls on my shoulder, pulling me back and into a muscular chest, as an arm wraps around my waist.
Peppermint.
Ash.
His breath tickles the shell of my ear as he speaks, sending shivers through me. “If anyone is going to spank our girl’s ass and turn it a shade matching those pink rose petals, it’s going to be me. I’ve dreamed about that moment for way too fucking long,” he bites out.
Oh, my fuck.
While his territorial statement instantly makes me wet and ready, I’m slightly confused as to where this side of him is coming from. I thought we were all on the same page that we’re all equals and that they can’t just call “dibs” on me.
The twins clearly share my confusion as perplexed looks cross their faces and their eyebrows pinch together.
Slowly turning around in his grip, I let my chest brush against him, my nipples pert, as I peer up at him to try to get a read on his emotions. He’s preoccupied with staring down the twins and doesn’t spare me even a fleeting glance, though his grip on me tightens.
Is this some sort of pissing show to establish a pecking order? Wait, is that just for wolves and shit?
If our dynamic is going to be compared to a pack, I’d most definitely be the fucking alpha.Head bitch in charge? More like head alpha in charge?
It has a nice ring to it. Time to piss on his leg.
Clearing my throat, I tap my finger on his chest. The brute finally glances down at me and his face softens. “Yes, baby?”
Fuck me. Stay strong, Lana.
I cock an eyebrow at him and purse my lips in defiance. “What if I wanted the twins to turn my ass pink?”
My question is followed by his grip turning somewhat painful as his loving gaze turns into a menacing glare.Where is this coming from?
Not allowing him to intimidate me, I continue, “You don’t have the right to tell us what we can and can’t do just because that is something that you want to do. Sharing is caring. Ever heard of that phrase?”
Perhaps taunting him isn’t the best method to get through to him if he’s already riled up but I just can’t help myself with him. Our fight for dominance is not new. It’s been an ongoing battle for multiple years. You’d think that Hale would be the clear alpha as he led our group with a clear head and stern hand. Nope.
Why is it always us, Ash? What is it about you that makes my hackles rise in defiance when you challenge me?
