Page 29 of Cursed Beasts

I wrote more questions that came from that line of thinking until I had almost a full page. Seeing all these questions didn’t make me feel any better. It made me realize that I knew nothing about my family at all.

I sighed as I got off the windowsill, throwing my notebook on the bed, hating that I had to go down the rabbit hole of my shitty family’s history. It was a vicious cycle that I was desperate to break, but family trauma was a bitch.

Staying in this room for most of the day was exhausting, making me feel trapped even though at any point I could leave. I was just too afraid to bump into any of them. I didn’t know if their wolves were in charge or how they worked and I would not put my life on the line, just to test that theory.

My head pounded from all this worrying and thinking. I needed a bath before I could explore a little more. I was also getting hungry and just thinking about Mr. Potter’s food made my mouth water. Grabbing some clothes from one of my suitcases, I laid them on the bed, thinking I needed to grab a few of the bath salts Sabrina had sent. I think it was time to explore the floors above me and see what was up there.

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After Mr. Pottertold me he left food out for the guys, I made my way to the dining room, figuring that would be a great place to start. The entire table was full of food.

“Miss Katarina, it’s good to see you down here.” Mr. Potter stood next to me, making me jump from his unexpected presence.

“Goddess, Mr. Potter, I’m going to have to put a bell on you, so I know where you are. You keep scaring me,” I said, with a little laughter in my voice.

“Apologies, I’m used to springing up on the men without them getting scared anymore, I also think they can sense the shift in the air when I’m close.” He chuckled.

“Well, I’m just a plain ol’ human. I don’t have their fancy senses. I’m assuming most of their senses are heightened?” I slipped in that question.

“Oh, most definitely. Their hearing is incredible, their sense of smell is just as good and at night their vision is unmatched.” He beamed like he was a proud father. That was good to know.

“I’ve met a few shifters before, but none had magic like they do. I assumed their wolf’s form wouldn’t be different, but I didn’t know for sure,” I said, as I loaded my plate up with what looked like chicken marsala. “Mr. Potter, this looks fantastic.”

He grinned at my praise. “Thank you, that cookbook is marvelous. I definitely need to get more of her books.”

“How do you come by them?” I asked, realizing he couldn’t just walk into a store and pick a book off the shelf.

“There are a few houses close by that I can get to, but if I go too far, my form is hard to maintain, and I get pulled back to the house,” he explained, as I saw a tray of cookies, loading a few on my plate. “If I know what I need, I could also conjure it up. This way lets me have limited powers but enough that I can provide the essentials for the men.”

“So, do you bring anything from these houses?” I asked, curious about how he functioned. “Also, if you’ve seen it once, can you just make more?”

“I have been able to bring everything so far. I don’t think I have a limit on what I can bring, but yes, if I can imagine it in my mind, it’s easy to make it,” he said, looking curious. This information might come in handy in case I needed something. “Well, I have something to do, so please enjoy yourself and let me know how you like the food next time I see you. I’m thinking of possibly making a turkey. This Contessa lady has a whole chapter on Thanksgiving dinner I find fascinating.”

He continued to talk to himself as he walked away, but before he left the room he turned back around. “Miss Katarina, I really hope you are taking what I said earlier into consideration.”

Before I could respond, he disappeared. I wished he would stop doing that; he was giving me whiplash from how many times he popped up and disappeared.

Taking a seat at the table, I finished my food, enjoying every bite. I pocketed the cookies, deciding that I could eat them while I explored upstairs. I needed to find the library too, maybe I could find some answers there.

I looked around as I walked, keeping an eye and ear out for any of the guys. After Zev lost his shit, I had been extremely wary of running into them. It didn’t seem like a common occurrence, but I was worried about what would happen when one of them lost control of their feelings or worse, got mad.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached the landing, only to hear grunting and a moan. I stayed still, wondering if I was imagining things, and when I didn’t hear it again, I continued to the west side of the house. Another moan broke the silence and I stilled, realizing it was coming from the east wing.

I didn’t need to ponder too long about who it was, thinking instantly of Lucien and Aeon. They were always together with a familiarity that said they were closer than just friends. A grunt echoed, making me blush fiercely as I pictured them together.

My breathing came a little quicker. My heart raced as I contemplated taking a peek at what was going on. My feet moved on their own, taking me closer to the sounds.

“A, I need you.” I heard, as I came up to the door that was opened halfway. Through the opening in the door, Aeon was standing behind Lucien who was bent over in front of him. My stomach clenched in arousal, taking in the erotic scene before me.

“What do you need?” Aeon asked, as he looked down at Lucien’s ass.

“You, I need you,” Lucien whined a little, making me bite my lips, then leaning back against the wall.

“Say it,” Aeon demanded, making me shiver from his command, wondering what it would be like to be with both of them at the same time.

“I want you deep inside of me,” Lucien said, frustrated.

When Aeon finally sunk into Lucien, his whole face looked relieved, and he grabbed the sheets with both hands. Aeon fucked Lucien slowly, building up the pleasure as they both talked dirty, making me clench my thighs together for a little relief. This had to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen and, for a moment, I wished I was a part of it. I wanted to touch myself so badly, chase my pleasure with them, but I covered my mouth before a moan could escape. I let my hand fall to my throat in case I needed to moan again.

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