Page 200 of Boys Who Hunt

“Wait, where are you going?” Max asks.

“To check on Cora by myself. Or do I need to be supervised within the house too?” I quip.

Max pouts. “But I still wanted to … talk. About this.” He circles his finger around the room, insinuating all four of us.

But I really, really don’t want to talk, and especiallynotabout this.

Because whateverthisis … it’s not good.

It felt good—it felttoogood.

Their greedy kisses, their possessive touches, all the tongues everywhere, and God, those dicks inside me made my entire body zing. Fucking them … was like everything suddenly didn’t matter anymore.

And that scares me.

“Not now …” I say, opening the door while adding, “Please.”

Max licks his lips. “I love you.”

And I can tell from the way he says it that he truly means it. I feel it too, deep down in my heart, but the problem is that I’m not sure he’s the only one, and that’s what I’m not ready to face.

“I …” I mutter.

“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready yet,” he adds.

Thankful for the grace he extends me, I smile back, then close the door behind me and head up the stairs.

Silas

“What the hellam I supposed to do with thisthing?” I growl, looking down at that cat prancing between my legs.

“What she told you,” Max says, casually chugging down some water. “You play with it.”

“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I don’t have time for this.” I open the door. “I want to know why the fuck the Bones Brotherhood was targeting her.”

“Obviously, she has a beef with them,” Heath replies, folding his arms. “How much you wanna bet she owed them money too?”

My eyes narrow. “That can’t be it. There’s a reason she was stealing from us. No thief would pay one debt by creating another.”

“Except a thief who’s desperate,” Max mutters.

Desperate … for what?

“Meow.”

That demon is between my legs again, dancing around on its toes, rubbing its tail against my calf, and it’s beginning to annoy the shit out of me. “What do you want from me?”

“He obviously likes you,” Max says.

“Wrong person,” I growl, and Max laughs at me. “C’mere then, you deal with this.”

“You’ve been chosen by the Bagel.” He shrugs. “I don’t make the rules.”

Max walks right past me.

“Hey!” I try to catch up, but this cat keeps following me everywhere, nearly making me trip. “You can’t leave me with thisthing.”

“His name’s Bagel!” Max calls back as he walks off.