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Amand chuckles, “Vince, you might want to leave. I think Rowan and I need to have a little discussion with Lev.”

Vince nods, standing up and then glaring at the two. “Right of course. Wait! Is what I-”

“Vince, unless you’d like to be privy to this, I’d suggest taking that mug and going to get a refill,” Rowan growls, but this time his voice is husky with need and desire, sending shivers down my spine.

Vince leaves, leaving me alone with two very hungry Basilisks. Their magic draws me to them against my will, and I settle between them, my chest heaving as they case me in. Rowan’s long fingers trace down my jaw and then to my neck, his thumb pressing upward underneath my chin so that our eyes meet.

“What are you?” He whispers.

My words come out in a stutter and I hate how unsure and hot I feel between the both of them. “I already told you that I don’t know.”

“What are you doing to me?” Rowan asks, dipping his head to the curve of my neck, nipping at my shoulder.

“To us?” Amand adds as I feel his fingers trace down the back of my neck.

“Don’t know that either.” I shudder between them, unsure of whether I want to run or see how far we take this. I have never felt so vulnerable in my life and I’m not sure I hate it.

Rowan smirks, licking a stripe up my neck. “Can’t figure out whether I want to fuck you or eat you.”

Amand growls and presses himself against my backside, his thick cock settling against my back. I gasp in response and Rowan takes that opportunity to smash his lips against mine.

For a moment, I am in a Basilisk sandwich, and the terror that has been running through me this entire time finally fades. Just disappears. So I give in because while this moment is still a bit terrifying, I kind of feel safe in this wall of snakes.

Amand pulls my mouth from Rowan’s with a firm grip on my chin, kissing me, licking me from the inside out, and rocking his hips slightly against mine.

Until I remember one very, very interesting tidbit.

Something I think that the other two figure out at the same fucking time. We all kind of just freeze, eyes shifting between each other, the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the room.

Basilisks are venomous creatures right down to their saliva, the saliva we were just swapping a moment ago.

Either I am going to die or this is just going to be added to the pile of weird that is my designation.

Chapter 6

LEVIATHAN

I did not die.

Which is excellent for me.

Mostly.

Until I make a dash for the door, needing a moment to breathe fresh air that doesn’t have Basilisks mucking it up. I get three feet out of the station before an arm wraps around my stomach and pulls me back against a hard chest. My breath leaves me as I dangle helplessly in Amand’s arms, the Basilisk leaning his chin over my shoulder. “Don’t run from me, Lev. My beast thinks it’s a game.”

His tongue drags up the side of my neck as I squirm to get down. I’ve never felt so out of control in my life, the creature holding me a few inches off the floor. Heat bleeds through me as I push at his arm with no luck. Whatever strength I have is nothing compared to Amand’s. “Fine! No running. Just put me down.” My cheeks flame as my body revolts against my wishes, my ass pushing back against the Basilisk.

He’s still licking my skin as if tasting my magic from its source. Only when Rowan grunts as he passes us does Amand release me and I gratefully straighten my clothes. Amand nods to their car, silently demanding that I come with them. As much as I want to turn tail and run again, I won’t get very far.

The drive is silent as we travel a few blocks to an old warehouse. I’ve never noticed this place before but I assume that’s why they chose it. Five minutes later, I’m stuffed in an oversized red lounge with leather pillows that do nothing to keep me warm. I swallow nervously as I look around, confused that the inside of this place looks a lot more like an apartment than a warehouse. In fact, if I hadn’t seen the outside, I would have never thought it was anything other than a high-end condo.

Amand throws down a bag on the floor that he pulled from the trunk and then slips out a laptop before settling onto the three-seater lounge beside my chair. Rowan disappears down the hall and I try my best to fidget without making a lot of noise. “I never even got to say goodbye to Vince,” I whine. I had no plans on saying goodbye to him but it would have been preferable to being dragged back into their sports car. Did I mention that I just wanted a quiet night to jerk off a little? Because stuffed in an armchair near Amand is anything but.

I wiggle against the cushions before dropping a hand down to my cock. Giving it a little pressure only makes the situation worse, my hips moving to meet my hand. I’m more than desperate at this point and despite the working relationship we’re supposed to cultivate, I wouldn’t mind one of them or both of them fucking me at this point.

Rowan returns, that dark brooding look present again as he pulls me out of the armchair only to replace the empty space with himself. When I find myself perched on one of his knees, seemingly on display, I have no idea how to react. It feels comfortable and wildly inappropriate at the same time, especially when one of his large hands falls to my waist, the other maneuvering his phone as if this is supposed to be normal.

When his fingers dig into my skin, I swallow down a squeak and broach the elephant in the room. Well, one of the elephants. “Nice place. Truly. Are we going to be talking about the case or can I go now?” Rowan’s hand drops to my thigh and I do everything in my power not to let him know that I need his touch just a little higher. Amand can see my expression, though, and I’m not good at hiding my emotions. His eyes flash with interest, heat bleeding through me again. Most creatures and humans that come upon a Basilisk find themselves frozen in place, poisoned, or chased down and attacked. Other than the mild chase outside of the precinct, I haven’t succumbed to any of their usual magic tricks.

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