Page 12 of Little Music of Night

The rest of our dinner flew by and by the time I was walking home, I felt as though I was living in a new world. I still had so many questions, which Lisa promised to answer as I thought of them.

I also felt like I owed Bell an apology. But alsooh my god,I couldn’t believe Lisa had slept with him. I mean, I could see why. I had eyes. But still, I never would have guessed he was her type.

Well, now that I thought about it, she loved men who looked like they had secrets. And Bell? He hadsecretstamped on his forehead.

My keys jingled as I went up the stairs, all the way to the third floor. This building was old and it annoyed me that we didn’t have an elevator, but the price was worth it. Plus, I was close to everything I needed.

With a sigh, I unlocked my door and stepped inside, dropping my bags and kicking off my shoes.

“Fuck. Fuck, Erik. On her bed?”

“I want to fuck you straight through her mattress.”

My heart lurched in my chest. Someone was in my apartment. I reached for the bat I kept by the front door, gripping the cold metal as I tiptoed across the squeaky hardwoods.

I came to the doorway and froze.

Holy shit.

I sure could see monsters now. I could especially see the two right in front of me.

And they were fuckingin my bed.

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Erik

She could see us.

I paused mid-thrust, looking across the room directly at Christy. She stood in the doorway with a bat, her sweet brown eyes wide with shock. Her velvet lips parted on a gasp and she just stared at us, her expression locked in place. She smelled like champagne and arousal andgods, she smelled delicious.

I didn’t want to stop fucking Ray.

Both of my cocks pulsed with need. Harder than steel.

“Christy,” Ray panted, lifting his head. “Fuck. You can see us?Erik, let me go.”

“No,” I growled, pushing my cock deeper inside him.

I was angry. Furious that this had taken so long, andthiswas when she could finally see us? Fates be damned, I wasn’t going to stop fucking my mate until I’d come.

“Erik,” Ray groaned. “Fuck.”

“Are you going to come closer, little angel?” I asked, glowering at her. “Or will you run from us like you did yesterday?”

Christy slowly put her bat down, her brows drawing together. “How are you here right now?”

“We live here,” I gritted out, dragging my cock back. “Say hello to your phantom roommates.”

Ray tried to wriggle free, but I only tightened my hold on him. He could fight me all he wanted, if hetrulywanted me to stop, he’d use our safe word. He liked being taken like this in front of her. Truthfully, between the two of us, he was far more kinky than me. Which was saying something.

“My dreams . . .” she whispered.

I raised a brow at her as I drove into Ray again, claws digging into his hips. He let out a long moan, his face pressing into her blankets, right where her body lay while she slept. Right where she’d come for me just last night without realizing it.

“Did you dream about us?” I asked.

Her expression spoke the truth. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned her bat against the wall. “This is insane,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head. But then, she drifted across the room to us, sitting at the foot of the bed, her eyes on us. On my cocks. On the way Ray was taking me so well.