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“Feels like obsession.” “Does it?” His grin flashes all of his teeth too-brightly, showing off his canines. “Is that what we’re going to call it today? I don’t mind. I really am obsessed with you, Blair. Permanently. Hopelessly. Obsessed.”
“I cry myself to sleep every night that you don’t break into my room through my unlocked window because you can’t get enough of me. Every morning I wake up and you haven’t kidnapped me back to your apartment leaves another mark on my fragile heart.”
“I love you.” Quickly, my gaze flicks back to Rook’s, and I’m surprised to see just how shocked he looks. “I love you, too.”
“Do you love me?” “Yes.” Oliver is, predictably, the first to answer. He buries himself inside of me suddenly, dragging a choked gasp from my throat as my back arches off the bed, body pressing to his. “Yes.” He growls the word against my throat, teeth and tongue joining the word to make it that much more pressing. “Yes.” Rook reaches out with one hand, twining his fingers with mine as he watches me. “But we’ve loved you for a long time.”
“Perfect girl. Perfect Love,” he murmurs, turning my face to his. “You perfect, gorgeous thing.”
“I think that there’s nothing better than you telling me you love me…” He leans forward, jaw brushing mine. “When I’m buried inside your pretty, perfect pussy.”
“Wonder girl…” I don’t get why he sounds so hoarse. Or so unsure. “Fuck, wonder girl you look…” He lunges for me suddenly, only to be stopped at the last minute by Rook’s hand at the back of his neck. “No, feral child,” Rook sighs, his eyes on mine. “We aren’t ruining her makeup or her dress.”
“Nah, Dad. I’m…” I take a deep breath, my heart fluttering in my chest. “I’m not going back with you. It’s something I’ve been thinking about and…well, I’ve finally settled on my plans. I’m in love with this boy, and he’s invited me to live with him.”
“You used to never be this feral, my love,” he chuckles, as Oliver nearly attacks his throat as well. “She really brings it out of you, doesn’t she?”
On a whim I backtrack towards Rook’s door, and knock my hand against it. “You know your feral child is naked in the pool, right? Like, fully naked. On a pool floatie.” I swear I can hear his groan from all the way out here.
“Who will protect me from big, bad Rook?” “No one, little puppy.” Rook’s voice is a soft, sultry purr in my ear, and his kisses down the side of my neck feel like promises. Especially when I feel the skim of teeth against my skin. “There’s no one at all to protect you from me.”
“Oh, Rook is just going to love you.” “Yeah?” I perk up at that. “He will?” “Oh, no, not at all. There’s no way in hell he won’t demand to know exactly what happened and how you ended up with a scarred up mangy dog. No offense.”
