Chapter 75
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
ASTRID
Cairo’s cold marble floor sent shivers up my body as my bare feet smacked against it over and over. I kept my breath low, though my heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. The mansion had turned into a maze of hallways that I couldn’t keep straight.
Rush hadn’t followed me out of the room, but the others were still searching for me.
His cum ran down my thighs. I kept running through the hallways and turned a sharp corner, narrowly missing a statue. After placing my hand over my heart, I pressed myself up against the wall and listened to the voices in the next room.
Calix and Frasier.
Adrenaline surged through me, my pussy clenching.
I nestled my body into the small corner and crouched down behind a side table, their footsteps approaching quickly. They were fighting—or more specifically, Frasier was saying something smart and sarcastic to Calix, and Calix was getting pissed.
When their footsteps became louder, heading straight for me, I pressed a hand over my mouth and sucked in a low breath, hoping that they would pass quickly. Yet my heart was pounding in my throat, my legs trembling from the awkward position.
“It sounded like she went this way,” Calix said.
“You sure about that?” Frasier asked.
As they stepped into the room, warmth spread through my body. I couldn’t wait to be found by both of them, and at the same time?! They pissed each other off often but loved me. The thrill of the back-and-forth, the enemies and friends …
I shifted slightly, trying to keep quiet.
My chest rose and fell quickly, my thighs quivering.
Fuck!
“You hear that?” Frasier asked.
“You’re hearing things,” Calix growled. “Shut up and listen.”
“Why don’t you shut up and listen?” Frasier said. “She’s here.”
I pressed my hands against my thighs in an attempt to still them. If they didn’t get out of here soon, I was totally going to give myself away! But I loved this thrill, this excitement. Who would’ve thought that this would happen after three weeks ago?
At that party …
My nipples hardened, and I bit back a whimper from the memory.
“There she is,” Frasier said.
When the words left his mouth, I was sprinting out the door that I had come from. I pumped my legs fast as Calix and Frasier sprinted after me. I rounded corners too sharply, scraping my thigh against some glass, and continued.
I didn’t have time to waste.
No, I needed to get out of here. Now.
My lungs burned, but I found a door and ran out into the darkness, heading straight for the garden. The cool nighttime air hit my skin, the grass tickling my feet. They were approaching quicker than I’d expected.
Fuck, I need to go faster! I need to get out of—
Before I could reach the garden, someone wrapped their arms around my waist, turned me toward them, and tackled me onto the ground. “Got you.”
We hit the ground with a thud, Calix’s hand on the back of my head so I didn’t slam it on the dirt. His eyes darkened from above me, lips twitching into a smirk. Then more footsteps approached, and Frasier was crouching beside us.
“Didn’t think Calix would catch me first,” I murmured to Frasier, knowing it’d piss him off.
Calix sat back between my thighs, grabbing my waist, as if claiming me. “She can’t be both of ours tonight.”
Frasier wrapped his hand around the front of my throat, pinning me to the ground. “Why not?” he murmured, his lips grazing over mine, his fingers strumming across the column of my neck and making me warm in all those sinful places.
Their touches were so different.
Calix—all soft and possessive. Frasier—rough and willing to share.
“She’s ours,” Frasier mumbled against my lips. “Both of ours.”