I stew on my thoughts and continue to drink, picturing ways I could torture him, but they all end up playing out as sexy, bondage moments—where I’m the dominatrix. I never knew that was what I liked, but I guess I was wrong.
I bang my head against the headboard and take another sip with a frustrated groan. The liquid sending shivers through my body as the warmth seeps in. “I’m going to kill him. I swear.”
“Kill who?” a voice asks as the door opens without a knock; Dane’s impressive size fills the doorway.
“Declan, I’m going to kill him,” I growl, and I wish I could picture delightful ways of pushing him from a cliff, or having Keaira eat him, but I can’t, because his lusty voodoo has taken control of my mind.
Dane chuckles as he closes the door behind him, a tsking sound filling the air. “And you thought drinking alcohol would help you what, exactly? Stop you from killing him or send the pain away?”
But I groan, and he pauses at the side of my bed, his eyes widening as they focus on me. I can feel his power whipping around me and the frantic intensity of it touching my aura. Any other time, I would be embarrassed and annoyed. But right now, all I can think of is his muscular body and those hot, fiery kisses.
My mind feels like it’s in a haze as I glance at him, his aura a mishmash of colors. It’s psychedelic and… oddly appealing. There’s lust. Longing. Need. Humor. Worry. But that last one does nothing for me.
“Serena? What… are you okay?” he asks, and his voice is like a silken caress to my ears. I lift the bottle of scotch to my lips and take a sip to calm the raging fire in my blood. Or maybe it’s the alcohol.
“Declan used his lusty voodoo on me.”
Dane snorts, but his eyes pinch together as he comes to sit on the bed next to me, his warmth like warm honey smothering my skin. “Lusty voodoo? What’s lusty voodoo?”
I picture the scene in the backyard perfectly, and I repeat everything that happened. Everything that was said, everything I’d felt. The way his eyes swirled with scarlet power.
By the time I’d finished, my body still felt obnoxiously hot, and the fabric rubbing against my skin was the last straw. Screwing the cap on the bottle, I set it on my nightstand with more force than really necessary and leap on Dane, his familiar smell wrapping around me like I am to him. He is my mountain, and I am the goat.
“I don’t know why we haven’t done it already, but I think we should, Dane. It’s time, you know? I like you, you like me, and maybe it’s time we bump uglies,” I sing, distorting the words of a children’s song I vaguely remember.
Strong hands wrap around me, and I’m lifted from the bed, my body jostling as Dane takes me from my room. “Declan! Get your fucking ass out here!” Dane calls, and I wince at the anger deafening my ear drums.
Dane barges down the hall to Declan’s room, bursting through the door like it wasn’t even there. “Damn, my man’s strong.” I whisper, and even though his body is full of tension, his aura wobbles with hints of laughter.
“What the hell, man? What’s your problem?” Declan shoves open the door of his bathroom wrapped only in a towel, and my mouth grows so dry it’s like I’m in a desert, and he’s the first glass of water I’ve seen in a long, long time.
A tall and delicious glass of water.
I bite my lip as his muscles ripple in his chest, the world drowning out around me.
“My problem? What kind of Aphrodite bullshit did you do to her?” he hisses, his chest rumbling against me, and I groan at the vibrations against my skin.
“You’re like a giant sex toy,” I whisper, and he chokes, the anger in his face deflating as he glances at me.
“I’m glad you think so, Serena, but let’s just get you back to normal, and you can tell me then,” he replies, and I melt at the softness in his voice.
A strangled sound fills the air, and we both turn to see Declan’s eyes widen. The toothbrush in his hands drops to the ground. “No. It’s not possible,” he whispers, his feet taking him backwards until he hits the far wall.
“What’s not possible? Your—”
“Lusty voodoo,” I supply, and Dane’s lips twitch as he continues.
“Your lusty voodoo did something to her. Now fix it.” He unwraps my arms from around his neck and sets me down on Dec’s black bed.
It smells like Dec, and I sink into the softness of his sheets. I feel like a cat with a ball of catnip, and all I want to do is roll around. With him. And Dane. I sigh happily as I cuddle a pillow to my chest and the haze in my mind begins to fade the longer I remain on his bed.
Dane sighs, and the bed shifts as he sits at the end of it, glancing between Declan and I. “Are you feeling better?”
I nod, unable to voice my words. The fire that had been a raging inferno was now a dull simmer, and the heat flooding my skin no longer had me aching to be naked.
“So, are you going to tell me what the hell you did to her?” Dane growls, and I glance to where Declan stands with wide eyes, his back still against the wall. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen fear on his face. Or him speechless. I guess it must be a first for Dane too, as his anger morphs into an expression of worry.
“Seriously, man… Are you both okay? Do I need
