Page 40 of Bloodline Unbound

I waited for her to settle and looked down at her. “Do you want him to stay?”

Her gaze flickered to Seth for a second. She nodded softly.

“Use your words. Tell us what you want, Logan.”

“But…” she said softly, “what do you want?”

“I want to give you what you’re looking for. What it’s pretty obvious you’re both looking for, but with boundaries.” I glanced at my brother. “What do you want, Seth?”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t think I should say that out loud.”

I could hear the uptick of Logan’s heart rate as my senses focused onto her.

“Tensions are high,” I said. “I’m willing to play to a point.”

Neither of them moved, and the air felt thick.

Logan’s bottom lip quivered. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” She reached out, setting delicate fingertips against my chest.

“If I ask you to do something, assume I’m okay with it,” I said. “If Seth wants to stay or go, he’s free to. You know how to hit pause or end things entirely if something isn’t to your liking.”

Both watched me with an intense silence. It was probably a terrible idea to have offered. I knew Seth wanted her and I knew she would react to him, whether she noticed it or not. Hopefully we could take the edge off a little without making shit weird.

“If you don’t want to, either of you, say so now. If you stick around, I can only assume it’s because you want to.”

Logan was exquisite, watching me with her lips slightly parted and her eyes still wide. I never got to show off how perfect she was when she came apart, and sure, maybe part of me was feeling a little petty even though Seth had been honest with me. He could want, he could see, but she wouldn’t touch him and he wouldn’t touch her without my go-ahead.

Was I being rewarded or punished? In either case I was pretty sure I was going to die of cardiac arrest before it was confirmed one way or the other. It felt a hell of a fucking lot like Caden was staking his territory again, but this time he meant business.

I was hard as a fucking rock from Logan squirming all over me. How the hell had he made her come with just his hand in her shirt? That seemed like forbidden knowledge. I wanted it. Desperately. I wanted to take her apart as easily as he did.

He patted his thigh. “Come here, Logan.”

She crawled over to him and he got her situated between his legs so they were both facing me. Her knees were bent so she wasn’t touching me anymore. I shouldn’t be thinking about how chill it had been, with her feet in my lap and being able to casually touch her. She hadn’t been kidding about getting turned on by fear. I thought maybe it was because of the monster, but apparently horror movies did the trick equally well.

Caden tucked one of her ankles over his calf and trapped it against the couch, hooking her other knee over his. My breathing shallowed. How could leggings and a sweater look so fucking hot on someone? She stared at me with an inferno tucked behind those eyes.

He whispered something in her ear that I didn’t catch over the roar of my blood. She bit her lip and gave a subtle nod. His hands snaked under her sweater and with some shifting around, emerged with her bra, tossing it onto the ground next to the couch. He returned a hand under the fabric. I had no idea what fucking magic he was doing under there but Logan made a helpless sound that had my dick jerking hard against my jeans zipper.

Fuck.

I adjusted myself as inconspicuously as I could, which, to be frank, was not inconspicuous at all. His other hand slipped down the front of her leggings and her head dropped back against his shoulder with a squeak and a soft murmur.

Sweet hell, she smelled so good. She was like a wildfire, all heat, that forest scent charring and baking in the flames.

Caden wasn’t looking at me at all, every bit of his attention on Logan, and thank the gods for that because I was enraptured. Part of me whispered that this was kind of a weird situation, but then she lifted her gaze back to me and every potential thought process fizzled right out of my brain.

I wanted to see her. More of her, anyway.

This was torture.

There was way too much fabric in the way. My hands itch to reach out and take over, but Caden would throw me off the porch. It would probably be pushing it too far to reach into my jeans and give myself a few strokes to ease off the burning pressure.

Logan shuddered. My gaze fell to her hips. She was gently canting them against his hand. The leggings were black so it was hard to make out any particular details, but I was pretty sure he was inside her now. He bit at her throat and she released a deep, guttural sound that almost made me come on the spot.

It was so hard to keep my breathing even. I didn’t want to attract Caden’s notice in case he changed his mind. I gripped the couch to minimize the shaking, my muscles twitching with the growing desire to get my hands on her. It was a craving that sizzled my blood.

This wouldn’t be nearly so hard if that fucking dream hadn’t put terrible ideas in my head. I should never have imagined her so hot and willing. I should get up and walk away right now, hop in the shower and fuck my fist until I blacked out. But...I wouldn’t be able to smell her in the shower, or hear every perfect little gasp and moan she made.

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