Page 24 of Exile
You better be resting and taking those pain meds.
Damon: Or what? Come and steal my buzzer again. I dare you.
"Arrogant shithead," I mutter, earning a laugh from Grey.
"You married him," Theo points out.
Swinging around to look at him, I cock an eyebrow. "Seriously. Again? You three are still in trouble for pulling that stunt without me knowing."
"Please," Grey laughs, tilting his chair back. "You sealed your fate the first day you slapped him."
Grumbling, I shake my head. "And here I thought the biggest issue was going to be Damon murdering me."
"It's still a life sentence. Just a different kind. It comes with benefits," Grey grins.
Before I can think of a witty comeback, the device buzzes again with a new message.
Damon: I trust the other two are looking after you. No doubt Grey is giving you some kind of shit right now.
"He's on to you," I laugh, glancing over at Grey. "So, I'd behave."
He stands and rounds the table, plucking the cell from my hand. I assume he's just going to read the message, so all I can do is yelp when he moves behind me and lifts my shirt. Before I can react or unfreeze, his hand grabs my tit, an obvious camera shutter sound coming from the device.
"Motivation," Grey says lazily. "To get back here."
I snatch the cell back just in time to see the photo send, my chest on full display and being groped by Grey. "I'd ask if you're insane, but we already know the answer to that," I mutter, fixing my shirt back into place.
As soon as it was shower time after I arrived back from the hospital, the guards took my precious sweatpants and cotton tee, shoving me back into the dull Lilydale uniform. They have probably burned my gifted attire, a thought that pisses me off but at the same time is no surprise.
The library is quiet as usual, though there's still the lingering scent of food from last night. Grey and I both agreed that Leighton deserved a send-off in style, the whole Cirque des Morts family, sans Damon, honoring our fallen friend after Grey broke the news. We stayed later than usual, swapping stories and drinking in Leighton's memory. While it's all we can do at the moment, those assholes are going to pay forwhat they did to him—to all of us. They are going to burn for taking someone from us.
It was also a chance to feed everyone properly, the kitchen staff more willing than ever to prepare the menu I created. We're going to need all the energy we can get for what's coming. Something tells me the kitchen staff aren't too pleased with Whitface and his bullshit either.
"Uh, oh," I mutter as the cell buzzes with Damon's reply. This can either go one of two ways—either he's standoffish about it or…
Damon: Grey, they deserve better attention than that. At least use your mouth.
"What did he say?" Grey asks, trying to sneak a peek.
I hide the cell, clutching it to my chest as I stroll over to Theo for protection. "Nice try," I tell him, leaning back against my dark, tattooed psycho.
Theo's arms wrap around me in a possessive grab, thoroughly shielding me from Grey. Stormy irises narrow at the challenge, and for a moment, I start to wonder who would win in a fight. They are both as strong and psychotic as each other. If I wasn't worried about them both getting hurt, I'd almost pay to witness that fight.
Before I can fall down that steamy mental rabbit hole, a hand trails down my collarbone, snatching the celland catching me off guard. Theo recites the text message word for word, much to the amusement of Grey.
"You goddamn traitor," I grunt in jest to Theo, attempting to break loose from his hold but he pins me to his frame.
Grey stalks over slowly and I realize very quickly that any thoughts of the two of them squaring off are irrelevant when I'm the prey. I can't overpower one of them, let alone both.
"You heard Deadman," Grey grins, lifting my shirt again and ripping it off, taking the cell from Theo.
Muscular arms pin mine to my sides, making it impossible to squirm away. I feel Grey's warm breath on my nipple before his tongue flicks at the tip, engulfing it in his mouth while snapping more pics.
Well, this has well and truly backfired on me in the best way.
Grey's hand cups my breast, fingers digging in as he teases me with his hot, wet mouth. My back arches against Theo, the man himself still pinning me as I bite my lip to stay quiet.
"Well this won't do," Grey tsks. "Don't you dare hide from us. We want to heareverything."
