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When my mind floated down from the massive high, my shoulders rested against the cool counter surface. I panted, still not able to hear. A shadow fell across my closed eyelids, turning my red eyelids dark. Opening my eyes, I found Bastien staring down at me.

The fingers in my pussy turned in a circle, causing me to jolt from the sensitivity.

Ren’s heated brown gaze focused on me as he popped wet fingers in his mouth.

I struggled to swallow.

“Such a good little meal,” Ren murmured.

“One we should feed,” Asher added from where he leaned against my leg, his elbow propped on the granite by my hip. His wide shoulders didn’t allow me to close my legs. His blond hair waterfalled between my thighs and tickled.

My gasp turned into a moan as his tongue lashed across my clit. Asher chuckled.

“What would you like to eat, Pet?”

My head lolled to the side and I blinked up at Bastien. He stared into my features like he’d been studying them. Having those red eyes looking at me should have skeeved me out, but the focus comforted me.

Asher’s hair tickling my legs retreated.

“Catalina?”

I angled my head to watch him as he rolled his sleeves up, baring his forearms. His blonde arm hair glinted on his arms, the dusting faint. Unlike me with my too obvious Hispanic arm hair.

“I don’t care,” I said awkwardly.

“Soup sound good?”

They have soup? Where did they get soup from? I nodded, drowsily blinking. With a big yawn, I stretched out my arms, shaking a bit from how good my body felt. Bastien still watched me, his large body hovering near.

Ren held his hand toward me, and I slipped mine into his. He pulled me upright.

I tried to let him go, but he didn’t until I scowled up at him. His grin told me he thought I was funny.

Huffing, I inched off the counter, the torn sweater under my ass aiding my slide off, and I dropped to the floor. My feet tingled and my knees buckled. Ren gripped my elbow, helping me balance. Another yawn crawled free and I rubbed my eyes.

The scratch of a spoon against the side of a pot echoed through the kitchen. I should clean the island if I was going to eat.

“Do you guys have cleaning supplies?” I wrapped my arms around my bare breasts and tried to stuff down my embarrassedflush. I should really get some clothes on after I cleaned the counter.

Asher paused his stirring and turned to me with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not actually sure.”

“Actually? Asher, please speak proper English.” Tobias’s clipped steps entered the kitchen and he leaned against the island. “We hire cleaning staff, Love.”

He was speaking to me, yet his attention focused on my shoulder. His expression resembled a thunder cloud.

“ProperEnglish,” Asher muttered with an accompanying scoff. Tobias tossed a robe at Bastien, then he handed me the other, still not looking at me. I pulled on the silky black material and tied the sash around my waist. Instead of dwelling on Tobias’s avoidance, I turned my attention away from him.

The counters were bare, and the cabinet Asher left open held plenty of wine glasses, and a box set of ceramic plates unopened.

Nothing was ever used.

But at least they had hand towels and a sink. I strode over to grab one of the clean and folded white squares and shook it out. On a whim, I pulled the bottom of the sink open and found a few bottles of cleaners.

I pulled the disinfectant out and walked over to the counter. Bastien was no longer sprawled across the island when I turned. He watched me with eagle eyes from his position against the far wall.

“What are you doing, I’ll have the humans over to clean.”

“My blood and—” Need, were on the counter. I cleared my throat and sprayed the blood on the edge of the dark granite. With quick efficient swipes, I cleaned all evidence of them biting me and eating me out.