He comes over and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Sabrina, are you having trouble with your thoughts, little one?”
“I’m your doctor,” I say. “You can’t call me little one.”
He smiles and leans over, so his lips are at my ear, and then he whispers to me in a voice so sultry it goes straight to my panties.
“You didn’t seem to mind my pet names for you when you were grinding up against my cock last night, baby.”
Instantly, I’m aroused. I shouldn’t be. Not like this, but dirty talk is a huge weakness of mine. I love it. I love hearing all the dirty things that Reece and Wilson have to say around me. I love listening to them talk about me. I love seeing what creative ways they can come up with to torture me.
“That might be true,” I whisper.
“But?”
“No but. It’s true.”
He laughs and climbs over me. He pins my wrists above my head and starts kissing me. Whatever magic he’s trying to work, it’s effective because for the first time since Wilson walked out the door, I’m not panicking.
I’m just...feeling.
I’m allowing myself to feel everything Reece has to offer to me, and I’m completely okay with this. I’m comfortable with it. I’m loving it.
And I’m afraid that I’m losing myself to him completely.
Not that I mind.
I don’t.
I carried the weight of my failed relationship alone for such a long time and to have both Reece and Wilson accept me in spite of that means the world to me. It means everything to me. Now things are going to change for us. I know that when Wilson comes back, our world will be different.
We’ll either be safer here in Fablehaven than we ever have before.
Or we’ll be broken.
“It’s going to be okay,” Reece says, breaking our kiss.
“Okay.”
“I promise, Sabrina.”
“I believe you.”
“You know, when he comes back, he’s going to want us to have a mating ceremony.”
I hesitate for a second as I look up at him. A mating ceremony? Us? The look of confusion on my face must be evident because Reece laughs as he kisses me again.
“You don’t have to make a decision right away, baby. Nothing is official, but you know how we feel about you: how we both feel about you.”
“I know,” I whisper. It feels like a strange time to be having the where-is-this-relationship-going talk, but at the same time, it feels okay. What better time to discuss the future then when I’m pinned down and can?
??t run away from him?
“Do you believe me?”
“More than anything.”
“Then kiss me.”