Page 69 of Twisted Kings

Not massively late, but late enough to concern me.

I was so fucked.

After spitting out toothpaste into the sink, I headed back into the bedroom. Kyril sat up in my bed with the covers bunched around his waist.Damn. The man gave off serious fuck-me vibes. Yes, I was tired, but my libido seemed to think tiredness was not an obstacle.

“Like what you see?” he purred when he looked up and caught me staring.

“You better not snore like a chainsaw,” I grouched.

He chuckled. “I have no idea whether I snore.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever complained?” I shucked off my sweater and jeans and ducked into the walk-in closet to pull on a clean pair of sleep shorts and a tee.

“Never spent the night with anyone.”

Was he shitting me? “Seriously?” When I walked back into the bedroom, he threw me a grin.

“I usually fuck ‘em and leave.”

My eyes rolled back so far in my head that it was a wonder I didn’t fall over. “Wow. How romantic. I guess I should feel special about being your first sleepover.”

His expression turned serious. “You are special. More special than you realize.”

Hmm.

“Whatever.” Deflection was my special skill. Kyril pulled the covers back to let me in and then switched off the bedside lamp. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, the distant sound of the waves crashing against the cliff.

I rolled away from him, uncomfortable with the level of intimacy he’d forced on me, but he huffed loudly and pulled me back against his chest. It took a moment, but eventually I relaxed.

Just as I was drifting off, the door clicked open and a tall, familiar figure edged in.

“Room for a little one?”

My eyes cracked open. “Are we having a slumber party and nobody told me?” Not that I’d ever been to a slumber party.

“I’d have preferred a party of two, me and you, wifey, but I’m willing to share.”

“She needs sleep,” Kyril growled from behind me, his arm a tight band around my chest.

“I know. I just wanted…” Landon’s voice trailed off, revealing an unexpected hint of vulnerability, which surprised me. The Landon I knew was a loud, confident fuckboy.

“No funny business,” I warned. Not that I was against it, but if I didn’t catch some sleep soon, my head might explode.

Naturally, he didn’t need any further encouragement. In less than five seconds, he’d stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed on my other side. It was a squeeze. Kryil’s massiveframe took up more than his fair share of the mattress, but being squished between them felt comfortable.

There was a danger I might overheat at some point - or my ovaries would explode from excitement - but that was a problem for tomorrow’s Thea. Right now, all I cared about was sleep. So I let my eyes drift shut as Landon kissed my forehead.

“Nighty night. Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” he whispered in the dark.

It was the last thing I heard before I fell into oblivion.

When my eyes opened again, it was light outside. Kyril’s hand rested on my boob and Landon lay next to me on his back, snoring softly. A solid mass lay across the bottom of the bed. Had someone let a dog into the bedroom?

Oh wait, we didn’t have one. Was it weird that I liked the idea of a dog in my life?

When I prised my cheek from the pillow and looked up through a curtain of tangled hair, I saw Milo asleep at the bottom of the bed, wrapped in a blanket.

Were Cassian and Dario tucked away somewhere? At this point, nothing would surprise me. I was beginning to feel like a man-whisperer.Show your boobs, and they will come.

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