Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Khalil takes a while to answer. “It was cool.”
My stomach growls at that moment, and it’s hard to miss in the quiet room. I remember that I tapped out while they were fucking me and skipped dinner. Khalil sighs heavily, then leaves the bed and room without a word. He returns three minutes later with dinner and a glass of water.
“Who cooked?” I ask in surprise as I accept the plate of trout, wild rice, and carrots.
Khalil places my water on the nightstand. “Thor.”
Taking a tentative bite of the trout I’d thawed and seasoned earlier, I’m pleasantly surprised by the burst of flavor.
Holy shit, I’m getting better.
“This isn’t bad,” I say when I notice how tender the trout is. It’s pretty fucking easy to overcook fish, as I’ve learned the hard way. “Why doesn’t Thorin do the cooking since he’s clearly better at it than me?”
“Because it’s unfair to ask him to hunt the food and cook it too. We do take turns, though.”
“So you and Seth don’t hunt with him?” I ask.
“We do occasionally, but we rarely catch anything. We mostly go to keep Thorin company.”
“Hmm…”
Khalil notices the wheels turning in my head and says, “What?”
“Nothing.” I scarf down the food until the plate is empty, but when I go to leave the bed and take it back upstairs, Khalil takes it from me and leaves the room.
This is new—being pampered and cared for by them.
I’m curled up next to Seth, timidly running my fingers through his dark hair by the time Khalil returns. I see him pause in the doorway, but he doesn’t remark on my change of heart to snuggle with Seth as he goes to his side of the bed and climbs back in.
As soon as he does, Seth’s breathing changes, and he awakens with a groan. I force myself to stay where I am, to not leave his arms when he might need me, and to not be afraid. I’m just starting to relax when he mumbles with his eyes closed, “Sunshine?”
My fingers reach out of their own accord to caress his stubbled jaw. “I’m here, Seth.”
The chain rattles when he drops his cuffed hand. There’s just enough slack for him to circle my waist with both arms and pull me closer.
I let him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I scold when I remember how it felt to have him inside me, taking and owning what’s his. “Your first time should have been special. I would have made it special if you’d given me time.” It takes me a moment to realize I’m pouting.
Seth tucks an errant curl behind my ear without even opening his eyes. It’s the same one that’s always falling down the center of my forehead and brushing my top lip. “It was special, Sunshine. It was with you.” I’m quiet for a long time, so he peeks an eye open. “Was yours?”
I snort. “No.”
Behind me, I hear Khalil grumble sleepily, “What’s his name?”
“And would you like us to kill him slowly or quickly, Sunshine?”
I roll my eyes because, really? Hypocrites much? My first time wasn’t good or memorable, but it was a hundred percent consensual, which is more than these two can say. “None of your business, creeps.”
Eyes closed once more, Seth brushes his cold lips over my forehead. His chest gives such a deep rumble in contentment that my toes curl in the sheets as he says, “We’re your creeps.”
“What’s this?” I ask as I hold the bottle of conditioner—my conditioner—that Thorin gave me after I made them breakfast and then waited on them while they ate, refilling the plates and mugs in my milkmaid costume like some kind of medieval tavern wench.
Some dark part of me I’m not yet ready to give credence to even liked it. It’s been fucking me up ever since, so I was grateful when Thorin pulled me aside and unknowingly took my mind off it.
How the hell had they found my expensive conditioner in all of that? Thorin and I are standing by the floor-to-ceiling A-frame window that overlooks the upper deck and Cold Peaks. I still haven’t found it in me to enjoy the view, though I pretend I can’t get enough of it whenever I stand or sit here for minutes, sometimes hours at a time, looking for a search plane to flag down.
“It’s your reward for last night.”
I gape at it and then at him. “No, this isn’t enough.”
“Excuse me?”
I toss the conditioner, and it hits his chest before falling to the floor at our feet. “Need I remind you that I let all three of you fuck me last night? Rewarding me with the conditioner that I already own is not enough. I want more,” I say, like the spoiled princess they already think I am.
But fuck ’em. I bet none of them have ever taken it up the ass thrice in one night.