Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
I wait by the door, gathering my anger at seeing his smug face. He knows I’m pissed, Theo must have warned him I’m on a warpath and want blood, his in particular. He sits on the edge of his desk and motions for me to step in.
“Let’s have it then, I’m ready,” he says, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. Theo steps in behind me. Is he here on my side, or to stop me from running after I finish Tobias off?
“Should I get popcorn?” He offers. He leans his hip against the door, closing off any escape. “What was it you said this morning?” He asks me, the picture of complete innocence. Innocent my ass, I want to kick him. Theo pretends to think, and I roll my eyes. “Oh, that’s right, she would like to give you a piece of her mind, and to think, all this over a little love bite,” Theo mocks with a shake of his head.
“Love bite? Does this look like a love bite to you?” I demand, pulling my hair off my shoulder. Theo looks and his face splits into a grin as he chokes on his own laugh.
“Why would you do that? You better hope it doesn’t scar.” Theo laughs again, making me glare at him.
“What the fuck is so funny, Theo? I don’t see you walking around with your neck looking like it has been bitten by an animal.” Tobias doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he thinks it’s just as funny as Theo. Am I missing something?
Theo straightens and walks over to me, slowly unbuttoning the top two buttons from his shirt, eyes locked on mine. The smile is still on his lips as he pulls the first one open and then the second. Grabbing the fabric, he slowly, teasingly pulls it away from his neck and cranes it to the side, exposing it to me, and pulls his shirt from his neck and shows me. He has an identical bite mark to mine, only it isn’t red and angry. His mark is a few years old at least. Fuck, does that mean I’ll have a scar forever too? Body shaking, I ignore the smug Theo, launching all my rage at Tobias.
My eye twitches, the nerve of this man! “You just go around biting people? Branding them like cattle? And you let him?” I jab a finger at Theo but he dances back out of my way, buttoning his shirt back up. He shrugs, I open my mouth, ready to scream like a banshee again.
“Let me remind you, Imogen. You didn’t seem to mind.” My face burns and I can’t even look at Theo, dipping my eyes to the ground. Does he have to bring up anything from last night in front of Theo? Does he have zero care about his boyfriend? When I peek back at Theo there’s no rage, just a mocking eager smirk, his eyes drifting from one of us to the other, licking his lips as if it all excites him.
“How could I mind if I didn’t even know you had done it? I didn’t find out until this morning! You want me to just bite you randomly without telling you I’m leaving a fucking scar on you for life?”
Theo’s composure breaks and I turn and glare at him. I can tell, I’m getting nowhere with this argument. “Will you stop laughing, Theo? It isn’t funny!”
“You will understand soon enough.” Tobias interrupts me. “And I don’t go around just biting people, I have only marked you and Theo.”
“Understand what? That you’re a cannibal?” I hold a hand to my poor neck. “And what the fuck do you mean by marking? This is more than a scratch or some tiny mark. It’s like you tried to give me a tattoo with your teeth. You didn’t tell me you were into that type of kinky shit.”
“Like I said, we will explain this later. I have a meeting, but we will sort this out tonight. You’ll be joining us for dinner. I don’t have time to scour through your apartment to make sure all of the bottles are gone.” Tobias explains everything calmly, a faint smile on his lips.
“Hell no! I’m not going to your apartment! What, so you can bite me again?” I whirl on Theo. “And same with you; you’re just as sick in the head as he is. You both need to just stay away from me, I’m sick of this little game you’re playing,” I whirl, done with talking to these two.
Tobias’s hand shoots out like a snake, faster than I can blink. He grips my wrist tight, not letting me break free from him. “I’m sorry.” I stop, blinking at him, all the rage inside me vanishes. Did I just hear Tobias apologize? Maybe the world is ending. “I should have asked you,” he says softly, his other hand gently brushing the mark. Not enough to hurt but like an artist surveying a masterpiece. “I knew you would say no, and I couldn’t let you walk around unmarked for much longer.”
Is he mentally challenged? Did I just hear that right? Leave me unmarked what the fuck does that even mean? And this gentleness, this isn’t like Tobias at all. “I’m not your toy,” I snarl at them, but my voice has lost its bite.
“No one thinks you’re a toy, although I do like playing with you,” Theo’s voice speaks from behind. He sweeps my hair away, exposing my neck. I shiver at the feeling of his fingertips brushing my skin.
“I think she likes being played with,” Tobias whispers, making me turn my attention to him. Theo chuckles, and I roll my eyes his way, his hypnotic green eyes glint, burning brighter. I can’t escape. My breath catches in my throat when he pushes his body into mine, forcing me to lean back against Tobias. Theo’s lips hover a few centimeters off mine, while his hand moves to my hip, his thumb rubbing circles against it, leaning in closer. “Do you like being played with, Imogen?” he whispers, his voice husky.
I can’t think, I can’t breathe. His hand moves languidly up my side to cup my breast, thumb lazily rolling over my nipple. The thin fabric of my bra isn’t enough to stop my shudder. Tobias’ hands wrap around my waist while his lips suck on the bite mark he gave me. It stings for a moment before that familiar pleasure from the night before dances through me. I moan as the bliss follows the path of this tongue.
Theo’s lips brush mine, “I think you like being our toy.” He whispers against my lips, he smiles before kissing me. My lips naturally part and his cold tongue brushes mine before a hand goes to my cheek, deepening the kiss. Tobias grabs my hips, pulling me into him. His erection rubs against my ass, sliding between my legs, promising me so much more than what we enjoyed the night before.
My mind clouds, this is so wrong, but yet I can’t pull away. I hate to admit it, but I want them both. I like Theo’s cold skin against mine and Tobias unnaturally warm hands on my body. One hot, one cold, but both feel so right. Natural even, although there’s nothing normal about any of this and I find myself drowning in this sensation. A knock at the door makes me jump away from the two. The fog lifts as our little bubble of lust bursts.
I was ready to have sex with both of them, right here and now. When did I become such a woman? That thought scares me. Tobias growls from behind me, it’s primal and predatory, like a tiger about to rip its prey limb from limb. It vibrates up my spine making me tremble. I look at Tobias over my shoulder. His eyes aren’t his normal piercing blue, they are pitch black. Even the whites of his eyes are stained. I stumble into Theo, trying to get away from him, this isn’t real. He looks like a creature from a horror movie! My hands tremble with fear taking over, Theo lets me go and I step back, studying them both. Every hair on my body rises, fight and flight kicking in, adrenaline and fear pulsating through every cell in my body. Tobias’ eyes go back to their normal color, but I know what I saw. Whatever my boss is, he isn’t human. People’s eyes don’t change like that, and they certainly don’t growl.
They are twin statues, watching my every movement but not coming for me. I think if either did, I would race out of the room like a scared bunny. Like this, they are too beautiful for me to tear my eyes away. The knock resumes, unaware it has changed the fate of my day.
Without the interruption I would be writhing between the two of them, urging them to make me theirs as I lose myself in the sweet bliss they bring with their touches.
I don’t belong to them in any sense, but I was willing to give all of myself before the truth came out. Something has always been off with these two, but not human? I dare not speak my thoughts, I’ll be nothing but labeled insane and threatened to be thrown into a mental asylum. The knock happens again, a sharp impatient rap at the door.
Theo moves first. He unfolds himself from his position on the edge of the desk and walks forward, arms outstretched, eyes gentle. “Imogen,” he whispers.
