Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(129)
Sin winked, murmuring slowly, “This is behaving.” He tilted his head, lips rubbing against mine, and I felt his hand move between us, my breath catching when his palm slid under my top and he pressed his hand over Cain’s, squeezing my breast with Cain’s touch. “That,” he whispered softly, “isn’t.” His lids dipped, and his lips pressed against mine softly, a gentle caress of silken lips, a normal morning kiss for us…except for the fact it lingered as he squeezed his hand over Cain’s again, using Cain’s touch and warm palm to kneed my quickly heaving breast. Gradually, his head tipped back, pulling his lips from mine, a slow smile curving his lips as his gaze flicked over my face. And even though I was positive all three of us could hear the barest sound of, indeed, leaves rustling…and possibly, prairie grass blowing in a gentle breeze…as Sin’s power began to leak the barest bit in his aroused state—a sound, a feeling, he had never allowed with me, his scented spiced with earth and herbs—a scent he had never smelled so heavily of before, his head tilted up, staring directly into Cain’s eyes, both of their gazes glowing, unflinching, only inches away from each other’s, and he mouthed, “Good morning, Elder Merrick.” A quick, gentle squeeze of Cain’s hand, squeezing my breast, his grin only increasing. “It’s been fascinating sleeping with you.”
Cain’s nostrils flared wide as he bared his teeth, his wolf starting to sound on a quiet menacing growl, snapping Shifter magic subtly seeping from him.
Sin’s eyes flared brightly, grin still in place, but it was now much the same as Cain’s teeth baring, his own power starting to leak further, but definitely not in arousal.
Oh…no, no, no, no. This was not happening. Not with these two men. Neither was going to injure the other. I quickly shoved both of their hands out from under my top; even as I put my other hand between their faces, waving it in quick jerks, whispering harshly, “Stop it!” Both of you. “We need to get up.”
Both heaved a mighty breath, staring one another down.
I whispered, “Now.” And remembering the whole Shifter alpha eye contact thing, never-to-look-away-first-bullshit, I gripped both of their chins, jerking their silently furious faces toward me, my eyes darting back and forth between theirs, I whispered once again, “Now.”
Between gritted teeth, Sin hissed, “Fine.” He jerked his chin from my hold, then proceeded to shove Cain’s shoulder back so he could climb over him to only turn around, and hold out a hand to him, eyes narrowed, one green eyebrow cocked.
Cain ground his teeth together; also, glaring back at Sin, then knocked his hand away as he rolled out of bed, and proceeded to walk on silent feet to the front door, slipping outside it. Sin muttered a quiet—filthy—curse under his breath before he grabbed his bag off the floor, walking toward the bathroom just as Elder Farrar made his very timely way from inside it with damp hair, gesturing grandly for Sin to enter. Sin muttered something under his breath to him before stepping inside, and slamming the door so hard everyone woke, all of them shooting upright as if a gun had been fired, rubbing their trained eyes that darted about the room.
Lying on my side, back to my King and King Zeller, I placed a gentle hand over my mouth in stunned surprise at these turn of events, trying to breathe evenly as Elder Farrar threw his arms out wide at everyone’s grumpy as hell expression, saying sunnily, “Good morning, one and all.” His gaze flicked to me, then he bowed his head grandly. “I believe our eyes are now all wide open to face the new day.”
No shit.