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But that couldn’t be right. They couldn’t care about my wellbeing.
Could they?
Chapter Three
TINSLEY
This was too much.
I couldn’t make sense of my thoughts, and I was second guessing all of them because I knew without a doubt that these three monsters had some control over what I felt. How was I supposed to relax? Was I supposed to just invite them to sit for Christmas cookies and eggnog while they explained whatever the hell they were and their purpose here? Yeah, absolutely not that damn easy.
Although, that was an extremely amusing thought, and I imagined the three gigantic creatures sitting crisscross on my floor, dipping cookies in milk like my kids at school did. A hysterical, unhinged laugh bubbled out of me as my eyes volleyed between the three of them, and I realized Rez might have been onto something when he treated me like a rabid animal.
I was losing my marbles.
“This can’t be real!” I exclaimed as my hands flew around, gesturing on their own accord as I spiraled. “None of you are real, and this is all a figment of my imagination. Maybe I actually fell asleep on the couch, and this is just a really vivid dream."
My head nodded along with my words as I rationalized. That had to be it.
“You three are a sick concept my traitorous brain came up with, and I just have to find a way to wake myself up to break this—”. My words were quickly cut off as Oz shot forward like a dart and was in my face before I could blink twice. His hands slammed into the wall behind my couch on either side of my head just before he slammed his lips to mine.
He smelled like a bonfire and tasted like sin. Sin that would likely turn into regret, but I was nowhere close to the headspace to give a shit. Heady lust swarmed through me like an angry nest of bees, and the need I shouldn’t feel for him rushed back, rearing its ugly head. His tongue slipped into my mouth, deepening our hungry kiss as we devoured each other.
It was clear from the way he fought to lead the passionate interaction that he wanted me to submit to his dominance, and I was putty in his hands, doing exactly what he wanted. I leaned back against the couch, and he pressed in further, rubbing his chest to my hard nipples and scraping against them deliciously. The only barrier between us was the thin silk sleep set.
His soft black hair was in my hands, and I threaded my fingers into it, pulling him tightly to me like I couldn’t get close enough.
With my eyes closed, the feeling of his silky hair in my hands, and his lips on mine, I momentarily forgot who—or what—he was. Reality didn’t exist. It was just the two of us, suspended in this brief moment of time and the fact that we desperately craved each other.
But then he had to go and speak, breaking the spell.
His lips broke away from mine, and I barely contained the moan of frustration at the distance suddenly between us. “Did that feel like a figment of your imagination?” he asked in a self-satisfied tone, his whispered words fanning against my now-swollen lips.
It was an automatic response to open my eyes and look into his, but I immediately remembered it could give him some semblance of control over me and slammed them shut again, asking, “How am I supposed to answer that, when my thoughts aren’t truly my own? You all are influencing me.”
I was surprised at how even my tone was, despite how my heart raced and my desire to drag his lips back to mine.
I felt his laugh rumbling through his chest, which was still pressed against mine, before it even became a noise. His voice was husky but commanding as he said, “Open your eyes, baby girl.”
Like a stubborn child, I shook my head, “Absolutely not.”
His fingers trailed along my throat, making my skin pebble with goosebumps at the memory of how turned on I’d been when those same fingers had been wrapped around it. “I can feel your desire and know what you want,” he admitted in a whisper, “and yes, I can make people’s lust come to the surface, but I can’t force you to be attracted to me. I can only heighten the emotions a person already possesses.”
Cue my jaw hitting the damn floor. He was telling me that this primal draw to them was completely my own doing?
“Plus, I’ve never wanted to kiss one of our charges before. It seems we are each other’s first in that regard,” he added, as if it was no big deal.
Did he mean he’d never been attracted to a human before? Because clearly, he was the first monster I’d seen, and without a doubt the first I’d kissed.Holy shit, I had kissed a monster. And wanted to do it again.
My eyes popped open in shock, and his hand quickly moved from my throat to my chin, which he gripped firmly. The shock only continued to build when I realized his eyes weren’t swirling anymore. They were just speckled black and white, no irises to be found.
“Your eyes,” I breathed out in awe.
He cocked his head to the side slightly as his thumb moved up to brush against my bottom lip. “I wanted you to see that I wasn’t using my powers on you when I kissed you, baby girl.”
It was as if he was expecting the parting of my lips in surprise at his statement, and he easily pushed his thumb into my mouth, his eyes beginning to swirl. “Feel the difference when I am using them, and you will be able to differentiate the interactions.”
Before I could ask how exactly he was going to demonstrate that with a finger in my mouth, he gave me my answer. “Suck it, baby girl,” he commanded. “Use your tongue to swirl the tip of it like you would my cock.”
