One Dirty Night - Page 136

Despite myself, my core fluttered. The first flush of desire appeared.

Hunter gave me a knowing look before tipping his chin at Nick and strolling toward a white throne at the foot of the bed. Sitting down, he patted his knee. “Ella. Come here, please.”

“W-What?” I backed up, slamming into Nicholas.

My eyes sought his. Seeking permission. Horrified to find it.

If he tells me to—

“Go to him, Ella. Sit on his knee.”

My heart sank right into my toes. “Nick…” I shook my head, words failing me.

Fisting his left hand, he stuck his right into his jeans and clenched his jaw. “Do this one last thing, and you’ll know exactly why I’m doing it.”

Not sure if I loved or hated him in that moment, I clipped toward Hunter and sat primly on his knee.

The instant my weight settled on him, Hunter wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my hair. “God, you smell just as I remember.”

I stiffened. “Don’t.”

I didn’t want to be mean.

He’d helped me with so many confusing things.

But…this felt wrong.

“Hands off, Dixon,” Nick snapped. “You know the rules.”

“Yes, yes, the rules.” Hunter drawled. Rolling his eyes, he sat back in the throne and smirked at me. “Did you know your Master called me this afternoon? We had a particularly interesting conversation.”

“He did?”

“Yep.” He popped the word. “He told me how grateful he is that you’re his. How much he loves you. How much he will always love you.”

“I-I don’t understand. If he loves me so much, then what are we doing here?”

“He wanted to bring you back to where it all began.” His purple eyes lingered on mine. “You called me once and asked for my advice. I gave it. It seems to have worked. And today, it was Nick’s turn.”

I shot a look at Nicholas standing stiffly by the door. “What advice?”

“He wanted to know how to prove himself to you.” Shooting another glance at Nick, he raised his voice. “What were the words you used again? To prove that you’re hers forever?”

“For infinity,” Nick growled.

“Ah yes, that’s right.” Smirking and looking as dangerous as ever, Hunter pouted dramatically. “You’re his. Never to be shared. Never to be doubted or taken for granted. He’s yours, through and through.”

“I’m so confused,” I croaked, never taking my eyes off Nick as he approached us. “If he said that, then…”

“Why are you sitting on another Dom’s lap?” Hunter breathed into my ear. “Good question, and you’re about to get your answer.”

I tripped into his amethyst stare.

We shared a moment.

A single second of goodbye.

Giving me a gentle smile, Hunter dropped his voice to a whisper and tapped his finger against my chin. “Look at him, Ella. Not me. See what your magic has done.”