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A wide smile lit up his face as he subtly made a dig towards me, “I may not be the lust feeder, but I’m glad to know you enjoyed my touch.”
Damnit, he was a goner for her as well. Never before had a charge enraptured a single one of us, yet alone all of us. Even Delgalath, who was the most reserved, grumpy motherfucker I’d ever met was softening towards her and actually speaking. He was an Algeah of very few words, typically, and his looks? Well, they spoke a million words, and this one was clear as day: he wanted her just as badly as Rez and I.
My cocky mask slipped into place with practiced ease, “She’ll forget about your touch soon enough, when it’s been overshadowed by mine.”
But would she?
The lust I felt coursing through her at this moment wasn’t directed towards me, but towards Rez.
Tamping down the rage that threatened to explode out of me, I reminded myself that they were my brothers until the end. If there was anyone I could trust with my girl, it would be them. I could learn to share her, as long as she was willing to have us all—because there was no way any of us would be giving her up, it seemed.
We might be worlds apart, but we’d find a way to keep her.
Chapter Seven
TINSLEY
Following Oz towards my bedroom, I couldn’t help but nervously play with the edges of my long sleeves in between combing my fingers through my still-damp, wavy hair. I suddenly wished I’d had the time to dry it, style it, and put on makeup. I couldn’t deny the typical feeling of wanting to impress a man but fearing I wasn’t going to be enough.
How fucked up was that? As women, we should have innate confidence in our worth and never worry about whether we were enough for anyone other than ourselves. We should have family and friends around us who reminded us of that worth when we faltered in our confidence or self-love.
Yet here I was, a twenty-eight-year-old woman who had never had anyone, including myself, tell me that I was enough just the way I was. Not society, not my parents, and not my friends. I had spent my life being the hype girl for everyone else, and damn was it showing in this moment.
As Oz crossed the threshold into my room and sat on the edge of my bed, I wanted to turn around and run back to the couch. I wanted to hide from the insecurities bubbling up within me.
I was as nervous as I’d been on prom night when I’d thought I’d be giving my virginity to the boy I had foolishly thought myself in love with. It had turned into a two-pump chump experience, leaving me questioning what the hell all the hype about sex was for.
Honestly, I was still left wondering what the hype was. I’d never had an orgasm from a man’s attentions, not that I’d given many the opportunity. But sex was always a tremendous let down, leaving me feeling like I was missing out on an experience that so many raved over.
So many questions raced through my mind.
Did he have to touch me for it to work?
How far did this have to go for his part in this to be complete?
What if he didn’t find my human body attractive once I was naked?
What the hell did his cock look like?
I was so lost in those thoughts—especially the last question, which sent me spiraling down a rabbit hole of ideas and curiosity—that I didn’t register him flashing towards me and shutting my bedroom door behind me, trapping me between his arms once more.
It was like deja vu, having his hands on both sides of my head, knowing exactly how this had played out before, and my core pulsed with heat as my nipples pebbled at the reminder. But this time was even more dangerous. We were in my room alone, both knowing I’d be under the trance of his powers soon enough.
My body had reacted of its own free will during the kiss that sent sparks flying between us, and I’d gotten the smallest taste of what his powers would have me eager to do—like sucking on his thumb like a damn lollipop.
His lips brushed against my forehead softly, startling me with his gentle touch. “Relax, baby girl,” he breathed, the warmth of his words fanning across my skin. “Despite how our interactions have gone thus far, I truly care about the role I have to play in your finding the answers to your heart’s desires, and I will never force you to do anything you yourself don’t want to do. Remember, I can’t make desires appear that you don’t already possess.”
My mouth parted in shock at the sincerity with which he’d spoken and how easily he’d read my nervousness, but then I quickly pulled my bottom lip between my teeth to nibble on it as my pussy clenched. The arousal I felt wasn’t in response to his physical touch this time, but rather to the way I felt so emotionally held in a safe place.
As he pulled back, the tips of his fingers came to rest under my chin, putting the smallest pressure on it. “Look at me,” he commanded, and my stomach did flips.
Was this when he’d put me under his trance?
Swallowing my nerves, I did as he asked and met his spotted eyes while pulling my shoulders back. I didn’t fear him. I knew without a doubt that I would enjoy every bit of this. What I did fear was that I wouldn’t recognize the woman looking back at me in the mirror when I left this room after all was said and done.
Was I ready to leave the old me in the past and liberate myself?
“Tinsley,” he started, and I growled, hating the sound of my name on his lips. It didn’t feel right, and my skin practically crawled each time he said it.
