“Dibs,” my King muttered hurriedly, jumping like a kid, and landing next to Sin.
“Shoes!” Sin and I both shouted at the same time, and I waggled a finger at my King’s dirty as hell boots. “Take those off!”
Even as King Collins started taking his boots off, King Zeller moved forward quickly, arching and popping his back, muttering swiftly, “I call dibs, too.” He pointed at his dirtless attire. “And I’m even clean.”
“Just take your damn boots off,” Sin muttered, lying down on his side, facing me, giving them room, since King Zeller was, apparently, going to sleep on the edge of the bed next to King Collins.
Cain mumbled quickly, “I could use a bed.” He bent, picking his duffle off the floor, tossing it next to me. “I call dibs, but I’m going to shower first.” He turned on his heal, and went into the bathroom.
Elder Farrar hopped forward on one foot, taking a boot off as he moved. “Dibs next to him.” He tossed the boot, and started hopping on the other foot, working on his other boot. “Fuck, my back’s killing me.”
The remaining three appeared all types of shell-shocked at the mad-dash-dibbing for the bed, all staring at the foot of it, the only place left for someone to sleep on a soft surface.
And…even as Brann and Elder Bridges started racing toward it…Elder Samson stood still, and just flicked a hand, both of them magically scooped up inside golden bubbles, and tossed out the front door that flew open as he sauntered over, muttering, “My ass is still numb from the damn ride, so I’m going to be sharing the bed with you six.” He appeared properly disgusted, dropping back on the bed below our feet, careful to keep his boots off the edge, but claiming his space just as Elder Bridges breezed back into the cabana, appearing peeved, Brann following behind him, growling softly, slamming the door closed. Elder Samson only raised his eyebrows. “You two are so predictable.”
I chuckled softly, approving wholeheartedly. “That’s why you’re one of my point guards.”
Elder Farrar grunted, rolling on the edge of the bed, still ticked at this fact, even as Elder Samson grinned a bit, resting his hands under his head, appearing all types of cozy on the soft bed while Brann and Elder Bridges grumbled, trying to find spare blankets to use on the minimal space on the floor. Cain came out a few minutes later, and I made sure not to pay any attention to him, since he was only wearing a towel around his waist, olive skin glistening with droplets lovingly sliding down his ripped frame…yep, I turned my head away as he leaned over Elder Farrar, rifling through his bag. After he returned from the bathroom wearing a pair of black flannel pajama bottoms, he flicked the lights off, but turned the overhead fans on in the stuffy room, power sitting heavily, everyone done having removed boots, and were firmly settled on the floor or bed. He crawled in over Elder Farrar, nimbly lifting to slide his legs under the sheet, and instantly turned on his side…and smoothly, but firmly, yanked me from Sin’s hold in the darkness of the room, keeping the sheet properly over us as he pressed my back to the strong contours of his front, wrapping his arm around my stomach…and palming one of my breasts possessively, even as he inhaled deeply, and silently against the back of my head.
I blinked slowly, and breathed shallowly, lifting my wide gaze from Sin’s amused, but quietly hostile, emerald eyes, and stared at his forehead for long moments, trying frantically to calm down, because I couldn’t let my heart rate or emotions or scent, do anything abnormal in the tight confines of this room. I focused on my breathing, noticing the variations between Sin’s natural scent and Cain’s forests before a rainfall fragrance. Eventually, calmed enough, I closed my eyes, but they shot open again, when Sin scooted the barest bit, removing the distance between us, pressing his familiar, strong contours against my front, trapping Cain’s hand between our bodies, only to bend and place a gentle kiss on my forehead…all while Cain froze behind me.
My lips twitched the barest bit as I felt Sin’s lips curve against my forehead, knowing full well he was being ornery—hell, who knows what else, silently running his hand down my side to my hip, pulling my leg over his hip, holding my bare thigh comfortably through my skirts slit even as he closed his eyes after tilting his head on mine, comfortable once again. I felt Cain’s chest vibrate the barest bit against my back, his wolf, but fortunately, no sound emitted from him. Although, he did press more firmly against my back, squashing me between them, since Sin didn’t move, and shifted his arm a bit between our bodies, resituating his hand over my breast, making it even more obvious what he held…and tipped his head up silently…and bit the side of my neck, his teeth latching, sinking into my vulnerable flesh. It took all I had in me to keep from jerking, or feeling or doing anything I shouldn’t at that moment, even as Sin chuckled silently against me, blowing out a breath to remove one of the many black, damp curls fanning both of our faces when Cain didn’t release his hold on me, his warm, slick tongue actually taking a long, slow lick against my flesh inside his biting mouth.
Instantly, I froze when directly in my ear, King Zeller muttered with exasperation, “You three have got to be fucking shitting me.” A pause. “Play this dominance bullshit elsewhere…like, say…when there isn’t the severest fucking Elder in bed with you!”
I do believe that would be a contradiction, because the “severest Elder” wouldn’t actually be in bed with us, but I understood the meaning behind it, and knowing full well Sin and Cain had heard him, too, I poked Sin’s side, then tapped Cain’s head, a silent demand for them to stop using me as a damn tug of war toy in whatever game they were battling against each other.
Sin muttered something under his breath, resituating his head against mine, pulling my leg more firmly over his hip, even as Cain’s chest vibrated silently again against my back while he released his hold on my neck, brushing the bite mark once with his nose before resting his head against the back of mine…and all went silent and still.
I yawned largely, even with their slightly frigid frames wrapped around me, neither one of them releasing me, and let my eyes shut. Cain had known getting into bed with us, we always slept next to each other, and yet, he had gotten into bed anyway, and then proceeded to pull me from Sin’s arms. Sin had known Cain and I were sleeping together, and yet, he had proceeded to antagonize Cain. So, they were both getting what they deserved. Arching a bit, my back popped, even as they both pressed closer, and I yawned once more…falling asleep between their combined heat.
A hand softly shaking my shoulder woke me in the pre-dawn light streaming in the sheer white curtains of the small cabana. I blinked my eyes open blurrily, toasty warm pressed between…I blinked a few times more…seeing black curls and neon green hair hanging over my face…ah, I was sleeping between Cain and Sin, wrapped like a twisted pretzel between them to where I wasn’t sure whose leg or whose arm was whose. Again, my shoulder shook, and I was instantly awake, because it wasn’t Cain or Sin doing it. Fear had me quickly wiping their hair out of my face, tilting my head a bit, frantically thinking of an excuse…but it was Elder Farrar peering down at me with sleep rumpled golden hair, a finger to his shushing lips.
I instantly breathed easier, then blinked, shaking my head a bit when a small flash erupted in my face, stirring Cain and Sin, both of them groaning softly. Elder Farrar smirked, lowering his camera, but once again pressed a finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet, then mouthed, “Wake them up before the others wake.” The bed barely shifted as he got out…with a damning photo, entering the bathroom.