Page 87 of Our Little Monster
Because if I did, it just might break me.
So, instead I plastered a happy grin on my face. “I’m going to go grab some breakfast and see what Thorne and Nox are up to.”
He sighed like he was sad, and his shoulders sagged a little knowing our few days of alone time in this room were over. I chuckled at him as I climbed to my feet and exited the room in nothing but a pair of panties and Bastian’s shirt.
Thorne was in the kitchen downstairs cooking something that smelled delicious while sipping on a bag of blood like a Capri Sun, which I had noticed was something they were doing more of lately.
“What? You don’t drink from the tap anymore?” I joked, tapping my neck, and he shook his head with a grin.
“Not unless it’s your tap,” he said, kissing the same spot I had just tapped and causing my heartbeat to flutter at the contact. The sentiment of them not feeding on anyone but me did something to my insides.
“Won’t you miss the hunt? You know, the thrill of cat and mouse?” I asked.
I knew they never killed anyone, just fed and then compelled them to forget, but still, I was sure their animalistic instincts craved the hunting aspect.
“Chasing you down could always be arranged,” Thorne whispered against my jawline before kissing my lips.
I was a puddle in front of him at his naughty words. After the last three days of enjoying Bastian’s bed, I didn’t think I'd be so ready for Thorne or Nox the way I was now.
Fuck, I never thought I’d want anybody the way I wanted them.
All it took was a single look, a fleeting touch, a few words and my pussy would practically start weeping. He gave me a saccharine grin which told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Is that what you want to do today?” he asked, licking his lips and I blushed, swatting him away.
“I want to do other things first,” I admitted, trying to hide the hint of sadness behind my tone. But it was impossible to hide anything from them.
“What’s wrong?” Thorne asked, and I decided to tell a half truth.
“It’s my birthday in three days, and it’s also the one-year anniversary of my dad’s death.” Both were true, and although the one-year marker did hit me hard, what was hurting me even more than that was knowing that it might be the end of our story if I didn’t make it out.
So today, I wanted it to be about us. All of us. Together, and not think about anything else that was coming.
“What do you want to do today? Anything,” he said, pulling me into a hug just as Bastian came down the stairs already dressed and ready for the day while Nox entered the room through the garage door using a towel to wipe his dirty hands.
Both saw me, and a look of concern furrowed their brows. Thorne caught them up quickly before asking me again.
“Anything… We are at your disposal.”
I smiled. “A date, I want a date separately with all of you today, and then I want us all to go to the diner tonight,” I said happily, the thoughts of the day already making me giddy.
“Who’s first?” Nox asked, and I looked to Thorne.
“How about we go on a hike and then have a picnic without getting attacked by Werewolves this time?” I suggested slyly, and he chuckled.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll make some food, and we can head out in an hour.”
I bounced happily on my toes, kissing each of them quickly before running upstairs to get ready. When I shut the door behind me, I let out a sad sigh and then tucked all of my emotions away to just focus on the happy day I had planned ahead.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the orange leaves, creating a patchwork of warmth on the forest floor as we ventured deeper into the woods. The air was alive with the soft hum of nature, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity as we strolled hand in hand, Thorne’s fingers interlaced with mine.
We found the perfect spot by the side of a pond, a small clearing bathed in the morning sun. Thorne tossed down a checkered blanket and a basket holding an array of delicious food he had made.
He had put so much thought into our picnic, and the genuine smile that lit up his face made my heart flutter and sink at the same time, knowing what was coming. I almost felt bad not letting them all in on my plans, but I cleared my throat and shoved my doubts away.
I would get my revenge, and this would be the best route.
The pond shimmered in the background, its surface reflecting the surrounding trees. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore provided a soothing sound, putting my mind a little more at ease. We settled onto the blanket, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at him.
