Chapter 8

KAZIMIR

I watched her sleep.

The dim light illuminated her sleeping form, peaceful and angelic. She lay under the blanket, wearing one of my shirts after I had accidentally ruined her pajamas. I couldn't help but smirk. I remember how responsive she was, and I liked it that way.

My brother and I were able to hold back ourselves and, instead, found pleasure in her pleasure. Getting a sample of her taste was enough for us...for now.

"Do you want to sleep next to her?" Kallum asked, strolling out of the bathroom.

"I don't think you're sleeping next to her either," I whispered softly, though I doubted she would wake up from exhaustion.

I heard him groan in protest.

"I think I want to sleep on the bed with her," he said, starting to climb on the bed. But I quickly grabbed his shirt before he could put any weight on the bed and cause it to creak.

"Nay. Nay. Not tonight, brother." I said firmly. "Not happening."

"Come on," he groaned in a hushed voice when I let go of his shirt, frustrated.