40. Catalina
FORTY
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I lay on the couch, my head cushioned in Ren’s lap with a book in hand. Turned out, one of the doors led to a floor to ceiling library, so I’d had plenty to comb through before I settled on the first edition of Pride and Prejudice. I looked up from the book. Ren stared down at me with contemplative focus.
Asher lay behind me, his arm wrapped around my midsection, his head was also on Ren’s lap as he held my back flush to his chest.
“Does it bother you?” Nothing but curiosity filled Ren’s tone. Was he still talking about the conversation we had earlier?
“Because you were a criminal as a human?”
He hummed his assent. I pursed my lips. I’d abstained from asking further questions because ‘ignorance was bliss’ and all that. But he seemed almost confused by my lack of reaction. “What did you do?”
“Theft and murder.” His brown eyes scanned my face.
“He had a signature kill, too.” Asher’s fingernail scratched across my throat. I jerked my chin down to block his access to my throat.
“Asher,” I complained. He chuckled and retreated. When I returned my attention to Ren, he still stared at me.
“This does not shock you.” It wasn’t a question.
“That you were just as chaotic as a human? Not so much.” What was shocking was his curiosity about how I felt about it.
“You’re in a house of criminals and degenerates,” Asher murmured in my ear. His hand delved under my long sleeve pajama top. I snorted, wiggling madly against him. His cock stiffened against my ass.
Asher groaned.
“I want your beautiful, tight cunt, ?lskade .” He nipped the shell of my ear. “Ren, would you like to fuck our pretty little human’s ass?”
Ren’s thigh tensed under my head.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip. My stomach clenched with anticipation.
“Does that require an answer?” he drawled.
“Go retrieve the lube in my bedroom.”
Ren’s hand cupped the back of my neck, and he propped me up as he slid his leg free. He gently set my head back down. Next thing I heard was him storming up the staircase.
Asher rolled me on top of him. I grinned down at his too beautiful face.
Then the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” I shouted, sliding off Asher. His hard cock nudged my belly.
“Hurry, Pet.” He groaned, cupping his dick. I rushed through the foyer and my socks slipped on the wood floor. I caught myself on the door handle and yanked it open.
The ground dropped from under me. I froze with utter shock as a whoosh of disbelief crippled me.
I couldn’t—this wasn’t?—