As we’re leaving Kent’s voice is low, “I think we should bring her here soon.” I arch an eyebrow at him in question and something sinister wraps around each of his words, “She’ll think it’s neutral ground. She might not agree to come to our place, and she might not invite us to hers, but here it’s neither. She probably won’t even know what she’s walked into until it’s too late and by then she’ll be trapped in our web.”
Cy’s eyebrows slam together, and he shakes his head. “We don’t want to scare her away.”
“We won’t,” I insist. “She was made for us. She might not admit it, but she’ll love it and we’ll make sure she feels free to enjoy and explore herself here.”
“Only with us,” Kent’s voice is threatening, and I almost take a step back from the man. I can’t help how my own beast perks up inside. “She can explore, but she’s not free to do it with just anyone. She explores only with us.”
I scoff, “As if that was ever in question.”
Kent seems to relax, and Cy’s grin turns devious. I have no doubt he’s thinking about all the fun we can have with our woman here. I push them away, not because they aren’t enticing as fuck, but because I could get lost in the fantasy of it all and we won’t be able to see our woman for another few days.
It’s going to be pure fucking torture.