Page 44 of Laid Bare

“What’s wrong, goddess?” Luka asks, looking away from the TV.

I scrub my face with my hands, totally at a loss. “I don’t know what he is,” I nod at Aero, “but I do know, he isn’t my transmutation.”

“Then what is he?”

“That’s the million-dollar question, huh?” I snort, though inside, I just want to cry. Why can’t something just go my way for once? It shouldn’t be this hard to figure out.

“How about you take a break and come have dinner?” Axel injects before I can start tearing my hair out.

I slide the book off my lap and get up, racing Luka into the dining room. It’s set up like something out of a romance novel. The table itself has three place settings, a wine glass perched next to a water glass, elegantly folded napkins, and glowing candles adding ambience to the dimly lit space. In the center rests a covered dish, with smaller ones circling the outside.

One thing I do know is that whatever he cooked, it smells absolutely divine.

Like the gentleman he is, Luka pulls back the chair at the head of the table, holding out his hand for me to take a seat. Heat rises on my cheeks, and I duck my head as I sit down, trying to hide how much it all affects me. The dual chuckles tell me how unsuccessful I was, though.

Axel takes the spot to my right, while Luka claims the one on the left. Steam curls from under the dome as my vampire gives me the first view of what we’ll be dining on tonight. And it just so happens to be one of my favorites. Steak. The other little dishes get uncovered next, and all the sides pair perfectly with it, making my mouth water.

“Bon appétit,” my sexy vamp murmurs, a sly smile on his handsome face.

Don’t mind if I do.

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Dinner was a quiet affair. Not because we had nothing to say. No. It was because the food was so damn good, I didn’t want to pause long enough to actually say anything.

Now, I’m fat and happy, curled up on the couch between my two mates after changing into pajamas, watching the TV drama,Supernatural,on a streaming service. The guys bitched and complained when I turned it on, but I’m not going to lie, it’s quite entertaining to listen to them yell at the television for the wrong portrayals of their kind.

Me, though? I just wanted to watch it for Dean. Cause damn, I’d take that man as my mate in a freaking heartbeat. He’s all danger and badassery, with a side of gut-clenching dry humor. And don’t get me started on that man’s looks. Yummy.

One thing that doesn’t escape my notice is the close ties between Cassius, the angel in the series, and Cassian, the angel councilman who literally saved my life.

Guardian angel indeed.

The brush of Luka’s fingers on my bare thigh pulls my focus from the show, centering my attention on the raging heat his touch leaves in its wake. My breath hitches as he does it again, only higher this time, closer to where I suddenly need him more than I need my next breath.

A sinfully delicious chuckle sounds in my ear at the same moment Axel’s arm tightens from where it’s bound across my chest. He shifts in his seat, sliding his leg around me so I’m lying between his spread thighs.

The blanket covering my legs disappears and is tossed somewhere over the back of the couch, leaving my heated skin exposed to the brush of a chill in the air. Goosebumps prickle my flesh, and my nipples tighten, poking through the thin material of my tank top.

But then that’s gone too, my upper body on full, naked display for the two men looking at me like they’re going to destroy me in the best ways possible.

Axel’s cooler body temperature is a balm to the heat coursing through my veins. He twists my loose hair around his fist and pulls my head to the side, exposing the delicate vulnerability of my throat for his greedy eyes.

The first scrape of his fangs has me trying to clench my legs together. The second has me wiggling on the couch as a throb starts in my clit, perfectly in time with my thudding heartbeat.

“I think she likes that, vampire,” my demi-god mutters, lifting the lower half of my body and slowly peeling down my sleep shorts along with my very wet panties. Before discarding them, Luka brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Oh yes, she very, very much likes that.”

“Of course, she does,” Axel murmurs into my neck, placing a small kiss beneath my ear. “My good girl can come from a single bite.”

“Our good girl. Don’t forget you have to share, dude.”

“Mmm,” Axel hums, sending a delicious vibration through me. “I’m very adept at sharing.”

My breath hitches, and a rush of heat pools in my lower belly.

Fuck yes. Bring on the sharing.

“Is that what you want, goddess? My dick in your pussy, and Axel’s cock in your mouth?”

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