“Make sure you don’t let anyone see you tonight.”
“Huh?” I glanced back at Antoine, forgetting he was even there.
“You are going out tonight, yes?” Antoine tossed his white hair over his shoulder, his pale eyes sharp and all seeing in the dark. Not much got by Antoine. Probably why he was the head of the house. He could have it. Too much drama and political bullshit came with that job.
“Uh, yeah. In a bit. Gotta get something out of my room.”
Antoine nodded and walked back into the dining room.
Without an audience, I stepped onto the landing of the second floor. I shifted toward my room, I should go. Antoine was usually right. Fucking asshole. I was the telepath, I should be right at least ninety percent of the time. At least, I should be right more than him.
Screw it.
He wasn’t the boss of me. If I wanted to fuck with the maid, I would. Not like she even had any interest in me anyway. Her mind was full of Wynn.
Stomping across the landing to the servants’ wing, I bypassed Darren’s room. The serious butler wasn’t in his room anyway. He would still be down stairs, waiting to see if we needed anything. He didn’t sleep much from what I could tell. Strange for a human though, with his blood bond to us, he was hardly human anymore.
Not like Piper.
Stopping in front of her door, I reached for the door handle. I twisted it. Locked. Raising my hand to knock on the door, I paused at a sound. A low breathy moan creeped through the door. Shifting closer to the wood, I pressed my ear to the surface.
There it was again. Definitely a moan. Was she touching herself again?
I must be a glutton for punishment because I reached out for her thoughts without hesitation. Her mind was fuzzy, telling me that she was dreaming. However, the maid might as well be flicking her bean for the images inside her head.
Piper sat on the island in the kitchen, her body bare and her legs spread wide as Wynn slammed into her pussy. She had her head thrown back as she cried out in pleasure. In her mind’s eye, I could see her breasts in perfect clarity. The rosy tips of her nipples made my mouth water and my fangs ache. I wanted to see more, but even I felt like a pervert, standing her peeping on her mind.
I grunted, reaching down to adjust myself. Even with Wynn as the main attraction, the sight of her body and sound of her moans were almost too much for me. I started to pull away from her thoughts, dead set on finding a willing woman outside of the house for the night when her dream changed.
While Wynn had her front half, another set of hands slid over her shoulders. A familiar head of hair bent over her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. I gaped. Piper actually dreamed of me?
“Anything good?”
I jerked away from the door to see a smirking Wynn standing a few feet away. Turning my eyes from his, I cleared my throat. “Not a thing.”
“Sure, didn’t look like it. You’re about to bust your load right outside of our sweet maid’s door.” Wynn pointed his finger at my hard on.
“Fuck you,” I snapped, glaring at him. Hands curled into fists, I stomped away from the room, shoving my shoulder against Wynn’s.
Big mistake.
A shock of pleasure ran through me. Groaning, I doubled over, and my hand shot out to grab the nearest thing which happened to be Wynn himself. I swallowed and gasped, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm shook through my body.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, ripping my hand away from the smirking bastard.
Wynn brushed his hand across his shoulder with a knowing grin. “You should mind your manners. Next time, I’ll make sure she’s here to watch.”