I woke tangled in sheets, spent, pleasured and alone. Running my hands through my hair, I remembered how rough last night went. I was red-bottomed and sore but regretted nothing. It wasn’t everyday I could get what I desired. Even if I end up dying, I was happy I spent a long night in his bed. I giggled when I saw the red rope still on my wrist. Climbing out of bed, I decided to dress up and clean before Connor stepped in. I was picking up my torn dress when he entered with a breakfast tray. A storm of emotion briefly passed behind his impassive face. He gave my body a bold, sweeping gaze that made me shudder. Connor dropped the tray on the stand then swept me into his arms. An hour later, my legs were like jelly. Connor fell back into bed breathing hard, a hand over his eyes. Lying on my side, I curled up and raised my head to look at him. His half-lidded eyes slid closed as he breathed my name. “Hm?”“Have your breakfast. It must be cold by now.”“Thank you.” I sat up and picke
Stepping out the bathroom after bathing, I came to the two brothers chatting king in bed. I tied the towel in place on my hair, feeling a blush rise. To think I slept with the two brothers in less than twenty-four hours. That was brazen of me. “Will you keep standing there or join us?”“I'd rather put on clothes.” I focused on the torn dress and sighed. Maybe I should put on one of Connor’s. “Could you lend me a shirt?”“Nah,” Reed said, sitting up. “You look perfect this way.”“I need a shirt,” I firmly repeated.“Geez, fine.” He unbottoned the one he wore and held it up. “Here.”Connor watched with amusement as I walked over to collect his brother’s shirt. No matter how I see it, I felt like I was being played. And those marks on Reed’s chest, where did they come from? Were such scars on Connor too?“You could give me a clean one,” I mumbled, putting it on and enjoying the earthly scent of him.“Want an apple?” Connor asked, raising a red apple towards me. I froze, appalled by the
An apology. That was the easiest shit anyone could ever do especially when you’re wrong. Hurting someone you like and not apologizing, was shooting a poison dart at yourself. Even if I was the one who said the words, I seemed to be the one hurting more. Reed turned red at the sight of me everything and Connor who had probably overheard everything, took the neutral route. But his piercing gaze put more pressure to the wound I put on myself. Reed treated me like the hostage I was and even worse. I thought I would feel less shame if I was treated this way but it was worse. Having Reed stare at me with such contempt made me shiver. I rubbed my feet with my hands to keep them warm from the cold. Locked alone in the basement with only a shirt on was speaking volumes. For hours, I watched the door and listened for movement. The basement was lit by a single bulb and there was only one small window. Nothing interesting was going on outside to capture my attention but it did help me deciphe
My limbs ached in the best and worst way possible. Morning met the three of us on the basement floor, limbs entangled while cuddling against one another. There was movement on the floor below but it looked like the people present got the warning not to disturb.There was also movement in my bowels. I needed to pee. The bathroom was on the second floor and I could not make it there without being discovered. The men who laid on either side of me, pressing against my body, slept like newborn kids. I tried removing myself from their grip but it was futile. “Pst!” I flicked a finger on Reed’s forehead. He frowned in his sleep then smiled, snuggling closer. “Morning, my love.”“I want to pee.” “Connor, wake up,” he groaned. The other brother sat up immediately, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll go get rid of them.” Disturbed, I watched him leave without his clothes. How come he was so in touch with his nudity? In a few minutes, Connor kicked out his guests with a single order. They listened with
“Did you find anything?”“Nothing.”I felt discouraged. That shit was going on while I was in Arth too. Was there no proper investigation done concerning it? Well, it did look like they were more concerned with threatening my life than ensuring the safety of the witches. “But my spies think there is something strange going on in Arth.”I straightened up at his words and searched his gaze for more. His stance at the table made me nervous as he shuffled his feet from one spot to another. “What? What is it?”“It soeems like your Father is looking for you.” He rubbed his chin while his other hand gripped the edge of the table. “The men are no longer fighting back and I’d like to think they no longer have manpower but it looks like it has all been dedicated to looking for you.”I watched him closely. Reed knew something, I could feel it in my gut. He stared back, innocently as if he had nothing else to say. “What? What are you not saying?”“It might be just a rumour,” he said with a shr
“Geez, man. I was just saying. Fine, I’ll go downstairs.” His words were quickly followed by departing footsteps. “That was close,” I murmured.“He has your scent now. Five people have your scent now. It won’t be easy to deny you when they find out the truth, Phoebe.”“Just go. I’ll be fine here.”Child-like giggles and a playful roar rose up to the study. I wanted to peek at the window to watch the unusual sight but Connor held me back by the arm.“I can’t believe Liam brought his kids too.” “Wife?”“Killed.”“Oh.”“Not by witches though.” I don’t why that statement brought relief but it did. Regardless, I shook my head and said, “I wasn’t thinking…”“No? It looked like you did. Ella got cancer and died three years ago.”“It must be hard.”“It is. His kids, Ginny and Rue Rue would want to sleep over.”“Why?”“Because they always do. I got to go. Stay out of sight.” He placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving.A chorus of 'Uncle Connor’s rose from the two kids downstairs. I did exa
It was a week before we heard from Reed again. He called at dawn that he was coming home with a kid. “Are we bringing home strays now?” Connor had asked. His question earned him a smack on his chest. When he put an end to the call, we talked, had a slight argument about his comment and wrestled on the bed until both of us were spent and basked in the early morning sun. After breakfast, Reed announced his arrival with a loud horn of his car. Knowing I won’t be allowed down, I waited in bed for my other lover to come up and give me a kiss. I missed the smell of him. As though he heard my thoughts, Reed entered the bedroom. Getting out of bed, I pulled him into a hug and showed him how much I missed him. A while later, he nipped on my shoulder, mumbling sweet nothings into my ear. “Aren’t you going to see to your guest?” I asked. “I put her to sleep in the guestroom. I’m sure Connor is keeping an eye on her.” He drew along my jawline and gave my lips a peck. “Where did you find her
“You know her?” Reed asked, bringing us down into the living room. I had Tina in my arms, constantly baggering her with questions about her health and checking for any sign of injuries. She looked like she rolled through hell. There were bruises on her face and hands, and a couple of mud stains on her robe. “Are you okay?” I’d asked. “Yes,” she would say. “You should put on some clothes,” Reed said. Looking down at myself, I realised I had forgotten about wearing something. Shrugging the thought off, I tearfully asked, “What happened?”She started off on the night of the attack. They were all in bed when everything went to hell. Ace and Morgan were the first to come for them when their original caretaker had told them to stay put and left them behind. After I’d come by with the kid, they were safe but for only a while. When everything calmed the following noon, everyone struggled out of the protective tree cocoon. Morgan left to search for me while Ace took them to the Tower for