Autumn nodded until the wave of hormones resurged, robbing her of everything but the overwhelming need for sexual relief.
Which her body knew could only come from a male.
Her male. The one she loved.
Tohrment. . .
"Okay, okay, we'll call him - "
Autumn threw out a hand and grabbed the other female's arm. Forcing her eyes to work, she pegged the healer with a hard demand. "Do not call upon him. Do not put him in that position. "
It would kill him. To service her in her need? He'd never do that - sex was one thing, but he'd already lost a child -
"Autumn, honey. . . that's his choice, don't you think?"
"Don't call him. . . don't you dare call him. . . . "
Chapter Fifty-Six
Qhuinn hated nights off. Absolutely despised them.
As he sat back on his bed, staring at a TV that wasn't on, it dawned on him he'd been watching nothing for close to an hour now. Still, getting the remote and picking a channel just seemed like a lot of fucking hassle for not much in return.
Damn it, there were only so many miles you could run down in the gym. Only so much surfing you could do on the Internet. A limited number of trips you could take up and down to the kitchen. . .
Yeah, and that last one was especially true, given Saxton was still using the library as his own personal office. That "supersecret king stuff" was taking him for frickin' ever.
Either that or he was getting distracted a lot. By a certain redhead -
Okay, not going there. Nope.
Qhuinn glanced at his watch again. Eleven o'clock. "Fucking hell. "
Seven thirty tomorrow night was an eternity away.
Shifting his eyes to the flat wall across the way, he was willing to bet John Matthew was next door, locked in the same grind. Maybe they should head out and have a drink somewhere.
Then again, meh. Did he really want to go to the effort of getting dressed just to have a beer around a bunch of drunk, horny humans? At one point in time, it would have sexed him up. Now, the prospect of all that pathetic, alcohol-induced yearning depressed the shit out of him.
He didn't want to be home. Didn't want to be out.
Christ, he wasn't sure he even wanted to be fighting, for that matter. The war just seemed like a slightly more interesting slice of empty.
Oh, for fuck's sake, what was his problem -
His phone beeped beside him and he picked it up without any real interest. The text made no sense: All males stay in main house. Do not enter training facility. Thanx, Doc Jane.
Huh?
He got up, grabbed a robe, and went over to John's. The knock was answered immediately by a whistle.
Putting his head in, he found his buddy in the same position he'd just been rocking - except the plasma screen was on. 1000 Ways to Die on Spike TV. Nice.
"Did you get that text?"
Which one?
"From Doc Jane. " Qhuinn tossed his cell over. "Any ideas?"