Kindred Souls Complete Series: Books 1-4

Chapter Twenty-Three

A bit sore and achingfrom Whist’s rough treatment, we had to return more slowly on our way back to the safe house. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the entire way back, remembering how hard and rough and filthy it was. How wild and free and uninhibited I felt. It was completely different from my time with Saber, but no more or less powerful and perfect. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would be with Sky. He showed hints of dominance as well, at odds with his usual easygoing humor.

The three assassins were nothing like each other and I craved each one. I was starting to think I needed each one. Sky brought fun, laughter, companionship to my lonely life. Saber brought understanding and a shared love of music and art to my thirsty soul. And Whistler met my darkness with his own, turned my pain into something beautiful and strong.

What did I do for them? Something similar or different?

The safe house appeared at last and a warmth built around my heart. Almost like I’d just caught sight of home. Something I’d never had before. The assassins had brought me a lot of firsts.

My eyes were heavy with weariness, our trek took us deep into the night to make it back. The safe house sat in a pool of welcoming moonlight. Our steps sped up at the sight, glad to be back.

Inside, everything was dark, quiet. It made me nervous. Whist seemed to sense my unease because he smiled and held a finger to his lips and led me over to Sky and Saber’s door. He cracked it open and leaned back for me to peer inside.

Moonlight streamed through the window, shining on the two naked men intertwined on the bed. I softened as I spied on them. Sky’s arm was tossed carelessly over Saber’s waist, half of Sky’s ass peeking from beneath the covers.

I stepped back and Whist closed the door. I grinned at him over my shoulder as I opened my door, leaving it ajar for him to follow me inside.

He followed.

We stripped off our boots and outer clothes and climbed into the bed. He laid on his back and held an arm out for me to snuggle into his chest.

“You disappointed you weren’t here to watch them?” I asked as I wiggled against him, trying to get comfortable.

“Not even a little.”

“Do you ever join them?” The thought turned me on. All three of them, moving together in a beautiful dance of pleasure. Though I had a hard time imagining Whist indulging in his darker pleasures with them. They were both a little too alpha to enjoy it.

He rubbed his thumb against my upper arm. “Sometimes. But I prefer women and I don’t have the same sort of bond with them that they have with each other. I’d rather watch them rather than take part.”

“You sure seemed to enjoy taking part earlier.” I grinned into his chest.

“It’s different with you. And trust me, watching you with them is still almost as good as being inside you myself.”

I squirmed against him, his words making me hot.

He kissed the top of my head. “Sleep, gorgeous. I’ll fuck you again tomorrow.”

How the hell was I supposed to sleep now?