Page 112 of Tortured Soul
“I thought that privilege was reserved forDimitri,” he continued, his tone a bit dryer. “When I touched your hand earlier, I thought you’d push me away. When I kissed you in the kitchen too. And now—”
“Are you jealous?” I asked.
“Of course I am. Probably less than Carter, but still.”
“I thought mates in a binded group weren’t supposed to be jealous of each other.”
He nodded, his fingers tracing soft circles on my lower back. “Key word here isbinded. None of us are, and might never be.”
I panted as his length rubbed against my entrance again and his mouth brushed my parted lips.
“Dimitri isn’t jealous,” I breathed out.Blake wasn’t either.
“Because he had centuries with you already.”
Blake never had centuries. We had less than a decade before everything went to shit. But again, we were alone for the first three years. He knew Dimitri existed, but hadn’t met him for a while. Maybe it was why things went well from the start. Why, for the few months Dimitri stayed with us, it felt like we all belonged together, no matter how different we were.
“I’m guessing it’ll be better once—”
“We have sex?” I asked, my toes curling from the gentle friction of his cock against my clit.
He chuckled, mouth drifting to my neck.
“It might be a while.”
“Because I said I didn’t want you to touch me?”
How I wanted to go back in time to slap myself from asking that.
“I’m touching you right now, and you’re not pushing me away,” he retorted, the smile audible in his voice. “No, Because I can’t be distracted. Can’t letyoudistract me from what’s at stake. From what I need to do here.”
His tip pressed against my entrance again and he groaned, shifting his hips not to push further.
“Are you going to deflect again if I ask youwhat’s at stake?”
He pulled on my hair softly, pulling my head back to stare into my eyes.
“Depends. Are you ever going to be on my side?”
My throat bobbed, and I didn’t answer.
He grinned. “I understand. I guess Dimitri has earned your trust. But you haven’t truly earned mine yet.”
“Is it freeing the Immortals from the hidden prison?”
“Partly.”
He nipped at my jaw before releasing me, placing my ass back on the bottom of the tub.
Why were these men so confusing today?
“Get ready for bed, Lola. I’m not talking about this anymore, and my control is slipping away.”
Chapter 32
Carter
My heart constricted in my chest as I blinked her image out of my head.
