Blind Salvage: A Rylee Adamson Novel(44)

“Dox.” She breathed his name, and the triplets let out a collective groan. Dox smiled at her, but it was sad and wistful and full of a past I was pretty sure we didn’t have time to dig into.
“You two, break it up. We have a job to do, remember? Dox.” I breathed his name out like Sas had. His body shook and he shot a glare my way.
“Rylee, we have to wait until dark, you heard them.” He waved a hand at the triplets who were openly grinning now, their eyes darting from Dox to Sas and then to each other. An image of the five of them in bed together flashed through my mind, and I shook my head to clear it. Dox didn’t seem the type, then again … Liam spoke in a low whisper that I thought only I could hear.
“Fighting and fucking, that’s what you said, right?”
Dox at least had the grace to look chagrined. Apparently, he heard Liam too. “I can’t, Sas … .”
She sashayed to him and ran a hand over his well-muscled blue shoulder. “Dox, tell me you’re going to stay awhile. Please.” Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Shit, I would have had a hard time saying no to her. There was a compulsion in her words, and her voice tugged at me. That wasn’t magic; that was whatever chemistry she had going on. Liam put a hand on my lower back as if he knew.
Dox shook his head, disappointment etched into his face. “I can’t. I have to stay with my friends.”
Now I felt like a gods-be-damned ogre. What he said was the truth, but if the triplets were going to make us wait anyway, there was no reason to make Dox suffer. And suffer was the right word, he looked freaking miserable standing there, denying Sas.
With a laugh, Dev darted forward and scooped Sas up, taking her away from Dox, her long, bare legs dangling over his arms right under Dox’s nose. But he never looked away from her face, nor did she look away from his. Shit on a sharp stick. Why did things always have to get complicated?
“We meet back here in three hours time. You should be fine, no other ogres frequent around here, and if they do, just punch them in the balls,” Lop said, giving me a wink.
Dox stared after them, a longing in him that was plain as the three colors swirling in my eyes.
I was going to regret this. Damn it. “Go with them. You can make sure they keep to their word, and then we’ll meet you back here.” I pushed him after the brothers, and though he paused, he gave me a smile. Hell, Sas gave me a smile that made me blush with all it promised.
They welcomed him, arms slung over his shoulders, pulling him along with them. But more importantly, Sas welcomed him. She grabbed his face and kissed him long and hard and deep.
I gave a shiver, the pheromones they were throwing off suddenly making me horny. Not something I was terribly wanting in the middle of a salvage. Liam pressed himself up against my back as the ogres disappeared through one of the metal trivets that led to the gods only knew where.
Liam slid his arms around me and nipped the side of my neck, his body hard against mine. Fighting and fucking, the books weren’t kidding. Whatever the ogres had going on, it seemed to be contagious.#p#分页标题#e#
“Let’s go get something to eat—unless you want to follow their example?” Liam said, his voice softening even as he gripped me tighter.
I spared a glance for the bodies at our feet. Eat? No, not likely. Sex? Yeah, that’s what I wanted, the ache in my body a steady thrum.
“Yeah. Let’s get something to eat.” I stepped away from him and over a puddle of blood and dark grey matter I chose not to identify even though my own brain did a quick comparison.
We slid back through the veil over the metal trivet we’d come in by, and I crouched beside it to get a better look. Anything to distract me from what had just happened. The trivet was indeed not functioning, which was apparent by the sudden spout of water around us from all the other miniature spouts. Clever, very clever. No doubt the triplets were assigned this area to keep the humans from it, maybe even direct them back if they accidently stepped through. No, I knew that wouldn’t be what happened. If a human stepped through, either they’d be killed or sold into some sort of slavery. At least, that is what the books on ogres I’d found had called it. The description, though, had been less like slavery and more like bondage.
I shook it all off and headed toward the truck. There were a few humans wandering about now; the rain had slacked off and apparently that was enough to draw them out into the weather.
Back at the truck, we cleaned up, getting the worst of the blood and gore off—meaning it wasn’t obvious unless you looked really close. Liam brushed a strand of my hair back and tucked it behind my ear, his eyes lingering on my mouth as if he were hoping I’d change my mind. I shook my head ever so slowly. I wasn’t an ogre, and now that whatever pheromones had been floating around had eased off, I could think more clearly. I couldn’t go from fighting to sex in the space of a few heartbeats. “Do you smell coffee?”