The dark depths of a forest, delicious and comforting.
Oh, my God.
“She is. Fucking stunning, even,” Killian adds, never breaking my gaze. “And such a good girl.”
Okay, not at the dining table!
I force myself to keep my breathing steady, sitting up straight and clearing my throat.
Dylan’s pupils are wide, his expression ravenous, while Killian’s is devilish and devious.
My jeans are damp, and I shift in my seat awkwardly, hoping they can’t smell my slick.
Or if they do, I hope they’re kind enough to not mention it.
“Suppressants,” I say awkwardly, my voice shaking. “We need a plan.”
Killian holds my gaze, as if reading my mind.
As if he can feel exactly what he does to me.
What they both do to me.
“Yes,” Dylan adds, his voice low. “When do you want to leave, beautiful?”
It’s too much. My cunt tingles, desperate for touch, and I bite my lip, suppressing a groan.
“Tomorrow night?” I squeak. “And you can be the lookout.”
There’s never been so much sexual tension in a room.
Dylan’s gaze darts to my chest and my nipples harden at his gaze. “We can make that work,” he murmurs. “Right, Killian?”
“Of course,” Killian adds. “I already have everything we need.”
They look at me, their pupils blown.
This is insane. I need to get out of here before I lay myself out on the table so they can feast onme.
“Alright, great,” I say, tossing my napkin onto the table and leaping out of my seat. “I don’t feel well, so I’m going to go to bed. Thank you so much for dinner.”
“Of course,” Dylan adds, giving me his sweet smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed dinner.”
I nod quickly, then look to Killian. “Well, goodnight.”
And just like Brock, I flee from the dinner table, limping and hopping away as best I can.