“How does being overprotective fix your past mistakes? I’m sure you were protective of her too, and it didn’t help.”
He shook his head, pressing his lips to my knee. “No. I was weak. In that life, I was a pacifist farmer who’d never picked up an axe. I was somewhere else in the village when we were attacked, when I should have been home.”
“Are you saying you should have been home all the time to protect her? That’s ridiculous.”
The irate sound he let out was at odds with the tender way he felt his way up my body. “I should have been there for her in that moment.”
“You had no way of knowing she was going to be attacked at that exact moment. Do you see what I’m getting at here?”
Shan’s breath washed over my pussy, making me tingle. His eyes met mine. “Suddenly I’m wishing I told Caspian about this first. He wouldn’t be pointing out all the flaws in my logic.”
“No, he wouldn’t,” I agreed, bringing my hand down to wrap in his hair. “But you can’t stop me from doing it. Does he know anything about this? About the memories?”
Shaking his head, he sighed. “No. I guess I can’t be mad at him for hiding how killing affects him. I’m a fucking hypocrite.”
“You look like you’re doing better now, though,” I said. “He’ll understand why you had to wait to talk about it, hypocrite or not.”
As he’d grazed his lips up my legs, his muscles had relaxed. It was like a weight had lifted off his back. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe he was recovered from the trauma of my sudden capture and the memories it brought back. However, it was nice to see him relieved, secrets exposed at long last.
“I still want to lock you and Caspian away so you don’t have to deal with this huge fucking mess,” he said. “Telling you has made it less pressing, though. I like you knowing you’re my wife.”
“Iwasyour wife. Past tense.”
“Living half in the past, remember? You’re my wife, and I’m going to make you come on my cock. I kind of want Caspian in here, too, but I’m sure he’s busy with Emmett.”
My heart stuttered at his insistence. Wife. I’d never thought I’d be that to someone, real or imagined. “Does that matter? Bring them both in here. Cas likes to watch and be watched.”
“Em might not be comfortable. He doesn’t know you.”
“Is there harm in asking?”
Shan bit his lip and chuckled. “Guess not.”
He slid off the bed and I spread my legs further apart, missing his breath warming me. We’d done nothing more than gentle touches while we’d been talking, but the anticipation was enough to drive me insane. I heard soft murmurs from out in the main room, and it wasn’t long before Shan was striding back in with Caspian’s hand clasped in his. A second later, Em followed.
Politely averting his eyes from my nude form, he went to sit on an armchair off to the side. “If you look, I won’t be offended,” I said.
Emmett’s gaze darted up and scanned me, showing a hint of interest. “If I don’t look, will you be offended?” he asked, watching my face.
I shrugged. “Considering how close we’re going to be from now on, I hope to have you interested eventually. If you’re not yet, I’m fine with that.”
His cheeks tinged pink and he gestured Caspian to him. The man settled in his lap, both of them facing me. Cas was absolutely gleeful at the idea of being in here with us, and Emmett wasn’t turned off by it. There had been a bulge in his pants when he’d entered the room. “I thought you two were going to fight it out?” Caspian asked, undoing the button of his jeans but not pushing them down.
“We talked instead. Emmett should be proud of us,” Shan said.
He crawled onto the bed again, fixated on me even as he spoke to Caspian. The two in the armchair were watching me too. I’d never had so much wanted attention on me before, and I was basking in it. “I’m sure I’ll have another chance to knife him soon, but for now Daddy needs a bit of comfort.”
“Scrappy little brats aren’t the best at comforting,” Shan replied dryly.
“I’ve heard it’s very comfortable laying between my thighs.”
Caspian was the one who groaned, and I glanced over at him. Emmett had Caspian’s cock out of his pants, stroking it casually with one hand. His attention was focused on what he was doing, but Caspian’s was focused on us and our activities, his eyes black again. The incubus was insatiable.
“With that sass, I shouldn’t be giving you what you want,” Shan said, his fingers digging into my thighs and drawing my attention. “Luckily for you, I’ve been dying to scent you up close without that ridiculous dampener.”
He buried his face against me with no more preamble, and I tilted my hips up with a moan. There was something rougher about the way he ate me out, compared to when Caspian had done it. His hands grabbed me hard enough to leave bruises I was happy to add to my current collection. When his tongue plunged inside of me I arched and he groaned against me.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he said, sliding his hand up so he could press a thick finger inside me. “It’s addicting being close to you like this, especially with you so close to your heat. I can’t believe we didn’t notice it before Nolan, but I guess we were all so used to scenting you with the dampener we assumed the intensity was because you weren’t using it anymore…”
