Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(128)
Instantly, I froze when directly in my ear, King Zeller muttered with exasperation, “You three have got to be fucking shitting me.” A pause. “Play this dominance bullshit elsewhere…like, say…when there isn’t the severest fucking Elder in bed with you!”
I do believe that would be a contradiction, because the “severest Elder” wouldn’t actually be in bed with us, but I understood the meaning behind it, and knowing full well Sin and Cain had heard him, too, I poked Sin’s side, then tapped Cain’s head, a silent demand for them to stop using me as a damn tug of war toy in whatever game they were battling against each other.
Sin muttered something under his breath, resituating his head against mine, pulling my leg more firmly over his hip, even as Cain’s chest vibrated silently again against my back while he released his hold on my neck, brushing the bite mark once with his nose before resting his head against the back of mine…and all went silent and still.
I yawned largely, even with their slightly frigid frames wrapped around me, neither one of them releasing me, and let my eyes shut. Cain had known getting into bed with us, we always slept next to each other, and yet, he had gotten into bed anyway, and then proceeded to pull me from Sin’s arms. Sin had known Cain and I were sleeping together, and yet, he had proceeded to antagonize Cain. So, they were both getting what they deserved. Arching a bit, my back popped, even as they both pressed closer, and I yawned once more…falling asleep between their combined heat.
A hand softly shaking my shoulder woke me in the pre-dawn light streaming in the sheer white curtains of the small cabana. I blinked my eyes open blurrily, toasty warm pressed between…I blinked a few times more…seeing black curls and neon green hair hanging over my face…ah, I was sleeping between Cain and Sin, wrapped like a twisted pretzel between them to where I wasn’t sure whose leg or whose arm was whose. Again, my shoulder shook, and I was instantly awake, because it wasn’t Cain or Sin doing it. Fear had me quickly wiping their hair out of my face, tilting my head a bit, frantically thinking of an excuse…but it was Elder Farrar peering down at me with sleep rumpled golden hair, a finger to his shushing lips.
I instantly breathed easier, then blinked, shaking my head a bit when a small flash erupted in my face, stirring Cain and Sin, both of them groaning softly. Elder Farrar smirked, lowering his camera, but once again pressed a finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet, then mouthed, “Wake them up before the others wake.” The bed barely shifted as he got out…with a damning photo, entering the bathroom.
Goddammit!
Growling quietly under my breath, I started to wiggle a bit, trying to disentangle myself from them, but I was quickly squashed on both sides once again. More awake now, I was fairly sure it was Cain’s hand still on my breast, but now under my satin-stiff top—thanks to my swim in a lagoon, holding bare flesh, and it was Sin’s hand that had slid during the night up under my skirt, his palm heating my bare ass—thank you, no underwear, my leg still wrapped around his waist, their heads slightly over mine, and I was fairly sure, resting against each other’s as they continued to sleep, not waking completely from the photo…and both of them were sporting impressive, morning woods. Not a surprise, but still, not really a bodily reaction you would want in this room. I tried wiggling once more…and quickly stopped that action when they both moaned quietly, pressing their hips against me, along with other hardened body parts…which, unfortunately, produced a very misfortunate arousal in me. Again, none of this was new—for either men, but it was definitely not appropriate.
So, I did the only thing I could think of, opening my Core the barest bit, and floated in the galaxies, finding each of their tethers, pulling them to my lips, and whispering, “Wake.”
Instantly, they jolted a bit as I silently shut my power down, and I knew they were awake by the prompt tightening of their bodies, breathing altering, and resting hands turning gripping. I tilted my head up a bit, pulling the blanket over my lips, since I seriously needed to brush my teeth, but still smiled a bit at them where they stared down at me with sleepy eyes, appearing a bit bewildered finding themselves as they were, and I whispered, “Good morning.”
Sin blinked slowly, even as his eyes flared quietly, whispering, “Mornin’, love.”
Cain grunted quietly, eyes flicking to Sin’s…which were only a few inches from his own…narrowing a bit, before falling back to mine, mouthing—just in case anyone else was awake, “Morning.”
I licked my lips a bit nervously, whispering, “We need to get up.”
Sin yawned hugely, showing, not just me, but Cain his pearly white’s before stretching—pressing all of his body against mine…and I barely held back the squeak when I was suddenly turned onto my back in one of his fluid moves with his heavy weight on top of me. Sin’s lips curled against mine, emerald green glowing down on me…with Cain’s unrelenting hand still between us on my breast. Sin whispered softly, “I’ll get,” he pressed his erection between my thighs, rubbing slowly against my core, “…up first.” My eyes shot wide…Christ…the simmering arousal I had been trying to suppress rearing its ugly head. “Okay, love?”
A quick word. “Yep.” But, my eyes narrowed a bit. “Behave, Sin.”
Cain was frozen, pressed against us, his chest vibrating silently, his body trembling the barest bit in what had to be suppressed fury.