Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

Like I’ll give you a chance. She pauses. Promise?

Promise.

Another person passes between us and I lower my gaze.

Will you forgive me?

She draws in a deep breath, her head turned to the side.

I’ll consider it. But you have to try to get along with the others.

I frown. I am trying.

Try harder. I can hear your thoughts about them, remember? If your thoughts could kill, they’d be dead.

I let out a sigh of exasperation.

“Try harder,” she repeats out loud, taking a step forward.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

Just then, someone else comes down the aisle. This time, though, the guy passes behind Clarissa, pushing her against me.

“Sorry,” he mumbles without a shred of sincerity.

I grit my teeth but my temper evaporates as I become aware of Clarissa’s body pressed against mine, particularly of her breasts trapped against my chest. I feel her warm breath against my skin and the same heat that paints her cheeks coils in my crotch.

Fuck. I want to bring her inside one of those cubicles and fuck her right now before those other two have a chance to do it.

I can hear you, Clarissa scolds me with a glare, pushing herself away from me. Control your thoughts, Sebastian.

She walks away, fists clenched. Suddenly, she stops, glancing over her shoulder.

By the way, if anything bad happens to Kyle, I’ll hold you responsible.

I sigh. Great. Now, I’m a babysitter, too.

I stalk back to my seat, sulking.

Already, this trip is going badly. This had better be worth it.

I hope Akira can tell us something helpful.

“WELL, THAT WAS HELPFUL,” Clarissa says under her breath as we descend the stairs of Mitsumine Shrine, a short distance away from Akira’s house.

I stop and turn to her. “At least, it’s not a dead end.” Maybe I’m a little defensive, but so far I’m batting a thousand here. This had been my idea after all.

“At least he served good tea,” Theo says. His constant optimism is wearing on my nerves.

“And what makes you think he’s not leading us to a dead end, hmm?” Clarissa asks, stopping on the stairs.

“You read his mind as clearly as I did.”

“Which is why I sensed his hesitation.” She sits on the steps, shrugging. “I mean, how do I know he didn’t make up some lie just so we’d leave?”

I take my hands out of my jacket pockets. “Why would he lie? If he didn’t want to help us, he wouldn’t have seen us.”