Page 39 of Blood Claims
It was the most casual I had ever seen him. And boy oh boy, it had to be said, the man could fill out a pair of jeans… his ass was droolworthy. The dark-blue jeans were paired with a long-sleeved light-gray tee, made from a material that molded to his muscular torso in a way that gave me zero hope of acting cool, calm, and collected. No, more like hot, bothered, and horny… Jesus, would these two ever play fair?
Just like his brother, Tal added to my internal struggle because he was sin wrapped up in light-gray jeans, and a tight black T-shirt. One that stretched around his thick biceps like it was one tense away from splitting. The thick black belt he wore was fastened with abad ass bikerbuckle. Something that gave off metal reaper vibes with the cloaked skeletal figure holding a scythe arched above.
Both men were barefoot and navigating the space like they had lived this domesticated dance all their lives. And here I was,with the desperate urge to run from both of them. Especially seeing as my five minutes in the bathroom really hadn’t been enough. Hell, a day at the spa, an award-winning hairstylist, and a Hollywood make-up artist wouldn’t have been enough!
“Nessa.”
“Yeah?” I asked, finally tearing my eyes from the delicious sight, only to find them both smirking at me… it was clear I had been caught ogling them.
“Come here, Firefly,” Victor commanded in a gentle, yet stern tone, one that obviously said that he’d had enough of waiting. And as for me, I was too afraid to see what would happen should I just start running. Hence why I did as he asked and walked into the kitchen area. Something that made him happy, because the moment I was within arm’s reach, he curled his around my waist. Quick to draw me in and cut out the rest of the space between us.
“Afternoon, beautiful,”he hummed down at me with a grin, his one hand still on the spatula held over the frying pan, that I could see had an omelet cooking in it.
“I slept until the afternoon?” I asked, but he ignored this question in favor of his next demand.
“Won’t answer that until I get your lips,” he said, making my mouth drop a little in surprise. Something he took as an invitation, because he tossed the spatula to the counter so both hands were free to frame my face. Then after tilting my head back, he lowered his lips to find mine and kissed me. Which I should point out, wasn’t just an average, token first-kiss-of-the-day, type of kiss. Oh no, it was hot, and it was heavy, and it left me feeling breathless. After which he answered my question.
“Yeah, babe, you slept in.” And as for my reply to this, it was lost the second Tal framed my hips from behind. His large hands gripped tight before spinning me to face him.
“You forgettin’ something?” he teased, and he didn’t wait for an answer before he was kissing me too. And just like his brother, he didn’t hold back. He buried a fist in my hair, rendering the fact that I had brushed it, pointless. His other hand fisted at my lower back, his fingers curling tight enough in the material of my tank top that it tugged at my breasts.
“Mmm, mint and peaches,” he hummed after finishing the kiss with a deep inhale of my neck, making me shiver in his brutal hold.
“You hungry, sweetheart?” Victor asked, making Tal growl in my neck and admit,
“I know I am… fuck, baby, but you smell so good.”
This caused another sexual ripple to trickle through me.
“Alright, brother, let’s not give her the impression we are uncontrollable animals and give her some space,” Victor advised as Tal hadn’t let me go, yet. Instead, his head was still buried in my neck like he was a man obsessed with the smell of me.
“Speak for yourself,” Tal replied playfully, winking at me before giving me enough space that he could take my hand in his. Then he led me to the seat I always seemed to find myself in at the island.
“Do you like omelets? My brother makes the best,” Tal asked, and I had to say, it was sweet. It tugged at my heart when hearing him complimenting his brother this way.
“Yeah, as long as I am not making them,” I replied with a little smile that only ended up making his grin huge.
“She’s a self-confessed terrible cook,” Victor added, making me pretend to be offended before pointing my fork at him from the place setting that was already there.
“That was a secret,” I accused playfully.
“No secrets between us, babe,” Tal replied, before asking me, “You a coffee girl?” The question made Victor smirk as he muttered,
“Oh, this should be good.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“Oh, I don’t know, little Miss to foam or not to foam,” he replied with a wink, reminding me of our coffee date. As for Tal, his brow raised as if waiting for one of us to explain, so I got there first.
“I might be a little indecisive on occasion when it comes to ordering coffee.”
“Well, lucky for you we have a machine that makes every type of coffee you can think of.”
“Oh, I don’t know, she can certainly get creative,” Victor commented in a teasing tone, making me roll my eyes at him and tease back,
“Don’t you have amazing eggs to cook?”
He saluted me with the spatula, and that rare cheeky grin of his, did things to me I didn’t want to admit. Because seeing them both this way was making me fall even harder… it only added to the dream of them.
