Possession (The Mate Games 3)

“Fuck.” Kingston’s low oath sent a chill down my spine. “We can’t trust a single goddamned person, can we?”

“Save each other,” I replied, running my hand up and down Sunday’s back.

Kingston tossed me a look. “Who’d have figured you and I would end up on the same team, bloodsucker?”

“Me.”

Her voice was so small it broke my heart. “You should get some rest, sweetheart. You and the babe need it.”

“I’m not tired.”

“I don’t care. You need to have a lie down because I’m trying to be strong here, and you’re breaking me into pieces with every passing moment. Please, dove, for me, lie down and let us care for you.”

Her tear-stained face lifted, and she held my gaze for a long moment before giving me a slight nod. “Will you lay down with me? Both of you? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of fucking course we will.” Kingston kissed her cheek. “Sunday sandwiches are my favorite.”

I snickered. “Why does everything go back to food with you?”

“Because I’m a growing boy,” he said, winking over his shoulder as he turned to carry her to the fur-covered bed. “I have a voracious appetite.”

“Down, boy,” I muttered.

Depositing her in the center of the large mattress, Kingston crawled in beside her as I peeled wet clothes from my body.

“Looks like you’re the one who needs to get it under control, Thorne,” Kingston teased, one brow cocked as he took in my obvious erection.

“Just because I want her doesn’t mean I’ll expect anything of her.”

The side of his lip twitched higher. “That’s not what little Noah is saying.”

“Call him little again, pup. I dare you.”

Sunday gave a weak smile and held out her arms for me. I slid in beside her, turning so I was facing her and able to gaze into those beautiful, haunted eyes.

Kingston shifted so he spooned her from behind, his large palm resting on her hip while he pressed kisses against her mark. It wasn’t long before Sunday’s eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off into slumber.

When I was sure she was fast asleep, I caught Kingston’s eye.

“What?” he grumbled.

“We need to talk about this.”

“Sharing her? I thought we were past that.”

“No, you idiot. Something isn’t right here. We need a plan before it all goes tits up.”

His eyes moved to focus on something behind me. “I don’t want to wake her. Should we take this somewhere else?”

I followed his gaze, finding a candlelit balcony. “Are you trying to seduce me? Boundaries, Kingston. They’re important.”

“You’d be lucky to have me trying to seduce you. Come on. We need to talk, and I don’t want her to hear. She’s been through enough for one day.”

I glanced back at her sleeping face, easily spotting the tear tracks and deep purple smudges beneath the thick fringe of her lashes. “Balcony it is.”

The bracing chill in the air hit us the instant we stepped outside, making me thankful I’d stopped to put on a robe I’d found hanging on the bathroom door. I couldn’t help my smirk as Kingston tugged at the tight leather pants the Viking woman had found for him. He glared at the fur wrap, leaving it where he’d tossed it on the floor, and followed me outside.

“Fucking sprites. If I catch those little dicks, I’ll kill them for stealing our clothes.”