Page 35 of Because the Night

He smirks. “Now you know that’s not true.”

It is not absolutely thrilling having him all over me. My newborn horniness just roared back to life for someotherreason. “Um. Let me think. I could give you texting lessons.”

“Henry already showed me that during the day when you were asleep.”

“How about social media? I could show you—”

“Pass.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “Have you discovered computer games yet? I just know you’ll be a Stardew Valley fan.”

“Not interested,” he says. “I think I’ll take your mouth, instead.”

“My what?” I ask in a haughty tone. “I’m not giving you oral.”

He barks out a laugh. “Not what I meant.”

“Oh.”

“As if I would let your teeth anywhere near my dick without being first assured of your affections.”

I laugh.

Then, without further ado, he kisses me.

I am too startled to react at first. But he doesn’t hesitate. His mouth covers mine and his tongue slips inside, and huh. He really knows how to kiss. He traces my teeth and tongue, being gentle and demanding in turns. In no time at all, he seduces a reaction out of me, feeding me kisses deep and wet. The man goes straight to my head. No one has ever put this sort of single-minded determination into reducing me to a pile of mush. His body weighing me down and the firm grip he has on my wrists are my undoing.

It is heavenly having him this close. I can admit as much in the privacy of my own head. He kisses me deep and strong and true. Like nothing else matters. Like he’s been saving this up for nights. Which makes no sense. He’s rich and hot and immortal and could have anyone. While my standout attribute is my inability to keep my mouth shut and stop giving him shit.

And none of this explains why my legs are wrapped around his hips, holding him to me.

“I don’t remember my training sessions with Father being quite so handsy,” says Henry over by the door.

Lucas groans and raises his head. The way his nostrils flare at the intruders is pure pissed-off animal. It’s kind of thrilling.

“We shouldn’t judge,” says another male with a curious accent. Nordic, at a guess. He’d make a great Thor. All tall and built with long blond hair and tattoos. “Maybe he’s starting by teaching her wrestling. On a bed. With his tongue.”

“Where the fuck have you been, Benedict?” asks Lucas.

“Here and there.”

“You were supposed to be watching my back.”

“I had other duties to attend to.”

“What about me?” cries Henry. “I have valiantly watched over you for seventy fucking years. Where is the thanks!”

“I’m sure you did the best you could,” says the large stranger. “Even though you somehow weren’t there when Father woke. I am sure whatever you were doing was very important. There, there, little brother.”

“You’re the worst, Benedict. The absolute fucking worst.”

Benedict gives us a nod. “Feel free to return to your training. We did not mean to interrupt.”

“Of course, you realize he’s not really going to train her. Not anytime soon, at any rate,” says Henry.

“Why not?”

“He likes her soft. It’s part of what makes her an anomaly in his world.” Henry leans against the doorframe. “For example, she sleeps in his bed. Has done that ever since he turned her.”

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