Like with Harley, there was no bonding. That was with Arys and no other, which was defining all on its own. Yet there was no escaping the way my power sought to taste his, feel it and draw it into me.
“Wait,” Kale gasped, his voice low and strained. Whatever it was that he craved from me, it had him trembling. I could have stopped him; his control was pushed to the limit, not mine. “There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. Remember that.”
Pressed against him, the scent of leather toyed with my sense of smell. His eyes held hunger, but they also possessed a wealth of knowledge and genuine affection. I allowed myself a moment to enjoy touching his exhilarating aura.
“I will. Probably sooner than you'd like.” I managed a friendly grin as I disentangled myself from him. I paused to give his hand a squeeze. “I'll tell Kylarai you asked about her. I'm sure she would appreciate it.”
I adore Kale. He is easily one of my most favorite people. But, he had a longing I couldn't begin to dream of and something in me spoke to that yearning need. As I headed for the door, I felt the weight of his gaze upon me. It would be best to avoid feeding those hungers, for both of our sakes.
Chapter Twenty-One
The house was quiet when I slipped in through the sliding door. I was glad to see that the railing had been fixed and looked better than ever. No thanks to Arys of course. Shaz got the credit for taking on the task.
Kylarai hadn't been around when I'd come by the house to go for a much needed four-legged run in the forest. It had been quiet, and when I'd first stepped into the house, it hadn't felt like my home anymore. My belongings had slowly been disappearing, taking up residence at Raoul's. I had been putting off moving my furniture. Raoul's place was fully furnished, and I hadn't the need to do so. It also made me feel like I wasn't completely leaving the house I shared with Ky.
The rush of sexual energy slapped at me when I came inside, pulling my robe closed around me. I padded down the hall towards my room to get dressed when the hush of murmurs and whispers carried to me. Aw, crap. Maybe I could change fast and bail out before I had to hear much more.
Despite closing the bedroom door behind me, I could still hear Julian's animal rutting sounds, and it creeped me right out. They clearly hadn't known I was here or hadn't expected me back for some time.
I got busy jamming my legs into my jeans in a desperate attempt to get dressed and get out. Pulling a t-shirt over my head, I headed for the door with my robe in hand so I wouldn't have to keep wearing Raoul's. I slid my feet along the hardwood floor so that I made not a sound on my way out.
Today they were going at it like bunnies, but three days prior, they had been having a shouting match in the kitchen when I'd arrived. It really was none of my business. I wanted Ky to be happy, but I was starting to appreciate having another place to call home. It was evident that she was enjoying my absence in her own way, as well. Since the beautiful stretch of forest was outside her back door, I would likely be here often enough regardless of where I spent my nights.
I took a moment to admire my car as I approached. After two days in the shop, the damaged driver door was now good as new. My smile turned into a glare when I noticed how close Julian had parked his SUV to my Charger. There was no way he could have gotten out without dinging it with his door. I stalked around it angrily until I was sure that he hadn't scratched my car. It was the principle of the thing.
Raising my face to the fall night air, I inhaled deeply. I couldn't detect anything, but I knew I'd picked up a trace of Zoey's scent while running. I hadn't seen her though.
Raoul's daughter had crossed my mind recently. I'd been asking myself if it would be a bad idea to track her down and try to communicate with her. If that was even possible.
One could only guess as to the state of her sanity. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I should seek her out … one day anyway.
When I turned onto Raoul's street, my heart soared at the sight of Shaz' little blue Cobalt parked in front of the house. Would my heart ever stop fluttering in anticipation of seeing him? I hoped not.
Arys and Shaz both had a key to the house, but they rarely came by at the same time.
Since Halloween night, when we'd formed the blood bond and the three of us had been intimate not once but twice, they didn't spend much time in close quarters.