Page 69 of Cursed Beasts

“A chance to do something worse?”

“It’s better than doing the same thing over and over again. If we have a small chance at getting released then I’m going to take it. I just wish you and Zev would see that.” Lucien sounded so sad.

The sound of his steps drew closer when he looked over to me. Lucien looked awful with scratches along his torso, a bite on his shoulder and he was covered in dirt. He was also completely naked. It seems he was made completely proportionate, making me instinctively clench my thighs.

He looked indecisive but he walked towards me anyway. I kept my eyes on his face to keep my gaze appropriate.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice was gruff.

“I’m ok,” I said, cataloging all my injuries that I had completely forgotten about until now. My neck was really the only thing that bothered me.

He looked me up and down, like he didn’t believe the answer, his eyes darkened when he settled on my neck. I’d never admit it out loud, but last night’s chase with Zev was thrilling and scary as hell. When I got back to my room last night, my panties were soaked from my arousal.

“Should I get Mr. Potter to check on you?” he asked, still looking at my neck.

“Maybe you should have him look at you?” I said, with the urge to run my hand along his body.

He stepped closer, cupping my face. “Did Zev—”

“Did he, what?” I asked, when he didn’t elaborate.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head.

“He was just trying to scare me, and it didn’t work, ok?” I put my hand over his, leaning into his touch. “You shouldn’t have fought over me.”

“I wasn’t. I was fighting because they are so stubborn,” he said, sounding frustrated, leaning in just a little, but closer. “I need to get myself cleaned up, but I don’t want to leave you.”

Any closer, I thought I might take him to my bed and get dirty, too.

“Stay, you can wash here,” I said looking at his lips.

A faint blush rose on his cheeks like he was embarrassed.

“I think I better go wash up in my room,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Don’t let anyone in this room, ok?”

I nodded before he walked away, letting me see his amazing ass walk away from me. Aeon stepped onto the landing completely naked, just as dirty as Lucien, except he had a really deep gash in his side that was bleeding steadily.

His face held nothing but longing for Lucien as he looked up at him. Then his multi-colored gaze quickly looked over at me. I stilled, waiting for him to lash out at me, but we just stared at each other.

“Should I get Mr. Potter for you?” I asked, hating that he looked like he was in pain.

He shook his head as I remembered I still had a vial of some pain tincture.

“Don’t move,” I said, rushing to my nightstand to pull out one of the last vials I still had.

When I walked out, he was standing in the same spot, looking with the same longing. I was slow in my approach not to spook him, and I may or may not have wanted to admire him. Each of them was good looking in their own way, but Aeon was classically handsome.

If Mr. Darcy was a present-day model, I would imagine him to look like Aeon. His dark hair, brows, and enhanced multicolored eyes made me feel like he was looking at more than he led on.

“Here, you should take this,” I said, uncorking the vial and handing it over to him.

He stared with uncertainty in his eyes.

This distrust between us was so ingrained in all of them, I couldn’t imagine how exhausting it was.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice a little gravelly.

I waited till he took the contents before I turned around to head back into my room.

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