Amber awoke to darkness.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she craned her neck in search for her soulmates. The room was dimly lit by the orange glow of the lamp by the door and it took a while for her eyes to adjust. The soft beam of light was however, enough for her to spot her men.
Each one of them were in deep sleep. Sieon and Oliver lay on the makeshift beds on the floor, hugging one another as they slept. Casper was knocked out on the sofa bed, huddled into a ball with Hikaru by his side. Soft tiny snores drifted across the room along with the peaceful sound of soft gentle exhales. She would have been lulled to sleep if not for her bursting bladder.
Not again. Amber winced, letting out a soft sigh. She glanced at MinJae, her eyes roaming over his sweet face and messy hair. He held her hand, sleeping soundly with his other hand pressed flushed against his puffy cheeks. His long lashes were dusting prettily over his milky cheeks, fluttering from his dreams.
He looked adorable huddled in the comforter, his hair a mess of wavy locks. The flowers that blossomed on his head were steadily vanishing. The once teeming flower crown was now left with two bundles of lilacs that clung to the left side of his head. She didn't really know how the soul flowers worked, but she knew they would sprout again if their souls were connected.
Soul connection. She furrowed her brows. It was just a fancy term for the gold that flowed between their touch. It probably just meant that she had to kiss him to make the trickle of electricity that flowed between them turn into a tidal wave of roaring heat. Her eyes darted to the cupid bow of his upper lip. She could kiss him. If she pressed her lips to those dollops of red would the lilacs blossom again? Amber wavered, swallowing thickly as she leaned in closer, inhaling his sweet floral scent.
Shit. She winced as her body twitched with the need for relief. She seriously needed to pee. She tugged at her right hand, groping about in the darkness. Her brows furrowed. The band was not connecting her to MinJae…Who was she connected with? Her sleepy mind struggled to remember who was missing from the heap of men before her. She turned her head over to see who was on the other side of the band on her wrist. Her breath hitched as her eyes flickered to Ezra's.
He was awake.
He appeared unfazed, staring back at her with those dark eyes that mirrored the night sky. His eyes were glistened in the darkness, glimmering as he watched her. She could make out the strands of white blonde hair that was tousled on his head, brushed back slightly to reveal his forehead. She stared enraptured and a little dazed as a sexy smirk flickered over his lips.
"Toilet?" He murmured in question, his voice rough with sleep. It was a raspy timbre that vibrated all the way to her dripping cunt. She licked her lips, her body burning to life at his voice. She had forgotten how horny Sieon and MinJae had made her with their kisses, and the fire that coiled within her lower belly remained begging for sweet relief.
Fuck.
"I don't want to wake MinJae," she whispered back, rubbing her thighs together hoping it would help. But it only succeeded in making her core pulsate with her want, her cream dripping from her slit to soak her panties. Shit. She shifted sheepishly in the bed.
"Hikaru's up," Ezra nodded towards the other corner of the room and she was grateful for the distraction from his beautiful face. She turned to look spotting Hikaru craning his neck up from the couch, his face puffy and swollen from sleep. He gave her an involuntary pout, pressing his plump lips together as he slipped out of the bed.
Amber was a little sleepy and also too desperate to care, which greatly lowered her sense of shame. She found herself trudging along with them to the toilet to pee without a word of complaint. It was awkward, but the two men didn't comment on it. They chatted to one another in low voices to distract her from her embarrassment as if it following their soulmate to the toilet were normal.
The relief of pressure in her bladder however, did nothing to help the heat that pooled low in her belly. She winced at the sight of her soaked panties, glistening wet with her arousal. Her eyes darted to her men as she hurriedly pulled up her pants, praying that they couldn't smell her arousal in the air. She turned to flush scurrying to the sink quickly with them in tow.
"Do you feel better?" Hikaru asked as she washed her hands and she met his eye from the mirror. She swallowed, nodding as his words jerked her mind away from her needy body. It helped to quell some of the heat and she found herself sobering into a moody expression.
"Yeah, I do," she said, then let out a long sigh. "I just don't know what's wrong with me and why I can't seem to get over JieMi," she propped her hands on the sink. "He's right that we're strangers. He's not doing anything wrong when he says he doesn't love me. But, I still feel like shit whenever he tells me the truth."
"It's natural to feel sad. He's your soulmate, your souls call for each other." Hikaru smiled sadly, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes. The gesture was sweet and it made her heart skip a maddening beat at the sight of his warm, gentle eyes. "I'll be surprise if he doesn't feel the same."
"There's no way…"
"He will feel it," Ezra rubbed his face, yawning as he spoke. "Kid won't know what hit him, until it hits him."
"Trust me, he will eventually feel the effects. I have no doubt about that," Hikaru nodded. "But enough about him, he's not worth it." He glanced at her then, his beautiful face filled with his concern.
They both looked awfully gorgeous despite their sleep swollen face and dishevelled hair. Their cheeks were pink from the warmth of sleep and their eyes a little hooded as they adjusted to the light of the toilet. Amber resisted the urge to swoon at their beauty. Maybe gorgeous wasn't the right word to describe the two soulmates that stood behind her, devilishly sexy would be more accurate.
Dressed in simple t-shirts that clung to their muscular frames and sweat pants that hung low on their hips, they looked much more underdressed than Amber was used to seeing. Their sleeping wear was strangely lewd to her and she couldn't help herself as she tried to discretely check them out. Their muscular biceps were on display as well as the veins that danced over their forearms, symbols of their strength.
"You don't need a soulmate like him," Ezra growled, wrapping his arms around her middle and drawing her close, engulfing her in his wintery scent of mint and fresh snow.
"He doesn't respect you and that makes him not worth your time. You deserve so much better," Hikaru nodded in agreement. "Someone like me."
Amber huffed, letting out a breathy laugh. Did he just praise himself? She turned to look at him, raising a brow. "Someone like you?" Hikaru flushed, turning a pretty crimson as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Someone like us," Ezra offered, giving her a sweet lopsided grin. "People who have waited for you for far too fucking long. People who were willing to fucking wait. People who know how to take care of all your needs."
Ezra raised his hand, his fingers deftly tracing her collarbone to glide along her neck, moving to rest on her lips. He thumbed her lower lip, rubbing the swollen flesh gently with heat glittering in the depths of his eyes. "That includes giving you a bath."
"Are you trying to imply that I stink?" Amber gasped, faking a look of annoyance.
Although her heart did falter, worried that she did reek. She resisted the urge to sniff her pits. As a descendant of East Asian she did have lesser apocrine sweat glands, but that didn't make her completely stench free. What was with the sudden change in topic? She gave him a funny look. Did she stink that badly?
"No," Ezra answered. "MinJae told me that you looked like you wanted a bath, but you were too much of a pussy to take one in front of him," Ezra shrugged, leaning his weight on the wall.
"I'm just embarrassed!"
"I know you are, but you don't have to be with me or Hikaru." Ezra replied easily, his gaze clear and steady.
He was looking at her the way a predator looked at its prey, his gaze filled to brim with hot desire. He didn't even bother hiding the look from her. In the past, she would catch glimpses of his want in the depths of his eyes, but now they shone bright and clear in his gaze. She swallowed nervously watching as his eyes leisurely meandered over her features, resting eagerly on her lips as he chewed thoughtfully on his own. He definitely wanted to kiss her. Her heart quicken in her chest, shaking at its cage and demanding to be released.
"Hey, Ezra we can just wait until she's ready—" Hikaru started to say and Ezra shot him a pointed look in response, one that clearly told him to shut up. Then he turned to glance at her with a small smirk.
His eyes were dark with his lust and he seemed to want her to know that. He moved to sandwich her against the sink. She gulped, watching as he blatantly checked her out. His eyes darting down again to her lips before moving to her eyes.
"You don't stink," he said, his voice dropping into a breathy groan. "Your sweat smells like apples to me. It's crazy fucking sweet."
He stepped closer, gripping her hips and Amber yelped as he pulled her flush against his body. She could feel him against her lower belly, the bulge in his pants stiffening with his need for her. It throbbed on her thigh and her breath hitched at the feeling of his cock, hot against her covered skin.
Ezra grinned, tilting his head as he spoke. "Your pheromones drive everyone in the room fucking crazy, so fucking crazy that we're constantly hard in your presence." His voice dipped into a low soft moan that could rival the ones that would escape MinJae's pretty pink lips.
Fuck. He didn't make a move to grind his hips into her thigh, he just stayed flush against her body for a second or two. Her clit was tingling at his words and an involuntary shiver ran up her skin at the feeling of him on her body.
"You just want to get me out of my clothes," Amber snorted airily, trying to pretend that she was oblivious to his actions.