Page 72 of Shadow Bonds

Knox’s husky chuckle slides across my ear, waking me with a gasp. His brown eyes find mine, and a slow, teasing smile curls his lips.

“Did you enjoy your little visit last night?” he asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder. “From your moans and little breathy gasps, I’m going to assume you enjoyed every minute of it.”

“That was real?” I ask trying to catch my breath, still feeling the remnants of my orgasm.

“I’m guessing Cyrus was a little distracted and didn’t explain his ability very well.” His hungry gaze flicks to mine. “Can’t say I blame him.”

“Tell me.”

His gaze turns mischievous. “I want a trade. What do I get for this information?”

“How about a back rub?” I reach out and drag my hands down his body, and he nods, easily giving in. “Deal.”

“Cyrus doesn’t just walk into dreams, he creates them. More so nightmares. The things he creates inside his world of shadows are as real as they are out here. And everything you experience in there is similar to experiencing it out here.” Knox scans my face with a small knowing smile. “He usually only creates nightmares so real they can kill. But I guess when it comes to you, he’s decided to make them a little more… pleasurable.”

It definitely was.

“Now,” Knox moves, rolling onto his stomach beside me. “You owe me a back rub.”

Grabbing some moisturizer, I chuckle and climb up over him before sitting on the top of his thighs and start his massage.

I’m no expert, but the little grunts and moans coming from his mouth make me feel like I am.

“I’ve never felt so fucking relaxed in all my life,” he moans.

“I guess I’m not doing my job right because that’s not my goal at all.” I lean down and place a kiss on his shoulder, and he groans, muttering something about him being a fucking idiot.

Before I realize what he’s doing, he moves quick, rolling himself over me. Dipping down, he places a kiss on my lips. “I need to make sure you eat. Come on.”

I roll my hips up toward him and watch his eyes darken with heat.

“You going to be the death of me,” he growls but leans down and kisses me anyway, like he can’t help himself, groaning when I slide my tongue around his, trying to tease him into something better than food.

But after a minute, he drags himself away and stands at the end of the bed with a glare. My eyes drag down every hard muscle and ab to his large, hard length.

“Sena…” he warns, and I roll my eyes. They’re all fucking teases.

“Fine. Let’s go get some damn food.” I get up and off the bed, heading for the door, but he stops me with a look, his eyes dragging down the length of my body.

“Clothes first or none of us will be eating anything other than you.”

I pause thinking about it. I mean…

“Sena,” he exhales sharply.

I sigh and head to the closet. “You’re all such fucking teases.”

He chuckles and heads out of the room while I throw on some clothes. Once I’m dressed, I head out but freeze when I spot a piece of paper on the floor near the door. Bending down, I pick it up and open it. My blood turns cold when I read it.

“You’re no longer safe here. You need to leave.”

Walking to the obstacle course, my mind turns to the note. How are they getting past the guys? It doesn’t make any sense.

The thought of it being one of the guys comes and goes. There’s no way it could be any of them. If they knew, I’d probably be dead by now. Or at least turned in. That or there would at least be a barrage of questions, insults, glares and suspicious looks sent my way.

But someone knows something, and I need to find out who it is. Soon. Going by that note, I apparently don’t have much time.

Looking up, I spot at least a dozen people who must have been staring at me, immediately glance away.

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