Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖

I couldn't sleep. It might have been because of the threat, but it was more likely because Kyler was lying right next to me. I could feel his warmth beneath the sheets, even though he wasn't remotely close to me.

His eyes were open as he stared up at my ceiling. He told Lucian he was staying with me, but refused to tell me how he responded. A part of me didn't want to know, but the other part was curious. He just found out about one of his own being killed, then suddenly one of his werewolves were spending the night with me to keep me safe.

"You're cold," Kyler said, turning towards me. "Much colder than the last time I slept with you."

I shrugged. "That's a part of being a vampire. My body temperature drops the longer I've gone without blood."

It hadn't been that long since I had blood last, but compared to the heat I felt before, I was a hell of a lot colder. Or maybe it just felt that way because of the fact I took it straight from a vein.

"Do you need some?" The question had me turning my attention to him.

It was dark in my room, but there was enough light from the moon to allow me to see his silhouette, and a slight shine to his eyes. The longer I looked at him, the more features I could see - like his lips curled down slightly in concern.

I shook my head. "No. I'll be fine for a couple more weeks."

He suddenly pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me and placing his chin at the top of my head. I was too shocked to do anything at first. The sudden movement mixed with the physical contact made my heart skip and my face heat.

What was it with the men in my life all of a sudden? Weeks before, I wouldn't have been in half the situations I'd been in since Lucian burst into my house.

Kyler's hand slid under my shirt to rest at the small of my back, and I tensed.

"I'm the last person you need to worry about," he said, his voice quiet. "This is just the best way I know how to comfort someone. Although...usually total skinship works better."

I pulled my face back and wished I hadn't. The movement didn't pull me away from him at all. If anything, I felt too close. Our noses were almost touching, and I could feel his breath on my face.

I lost every word I was wanting to say about skinship and his hint that he liked cuddling naked better. I was going to tease him and say something about how he needed to have a bit more couth. Instead, I found myself at a complete and utter loss for words.

His breathing became slightly faster as the silence drew on, and I was reminded of what Lucian had said about Kyler being attracted to me. I didn't think about it before that moment, but maybe I should have.

He cleared his throat. "Nova...please don't look at me like that."

"Like what," I asked, genuinely confused.

"Like you want to kiss me." His voice was quiet and unsure, like he was questioning whether that was my intention.

Normally, he seemed quite sure of himself - which I guessed was par for the course for the alpha's right hand man. In that moment, his face close to mine, he didn't seem so sure anymore.

So I lifted my chin and placed my lips centimeters away from his. If he wanted to, he would. If not, I'd figure out a way to play it off.

I didn't have to think too hard, though. It took seconds for him to cover my lips with his, and his arms around me tightened so that I was forced to move closer to him or bruise from his strength.

He didn't seem sure of himself earlier, but the moment his lips met mine, he was in total control again. His mouth moved against mine, and his tongue teased my own gently. That was all he did though. He didn't touch me any more than he needed to keep hold of me, and he didn't request more.

When we finally pulled away from each other, my lips were swollen and I was breathing as erratically as he was.

"Jesus," he whispered.

"Sorry," I said, not sure of what else to say. Sure, I wasn't the one who pushed my lips against his, but I did initiate.

"Don't be," he said. "Never apologize. Although, if Lucian ever finds out, he'll kill me."

I puffed out a laugh and buried my head under his chin again to hide my face. "Why's that?"

"As if you don't know," he said, laughing. "He doesn't mind sharing, but he has to be aware that he's sharing. In this case, I didn't tell him ahead of time that I'd be kissing you."

I was happy it was dark and my face was buried in his neck, because the idea of sharing in any sense of the word caused my body to erupt in goosebumps and my eyes to widen.

I don't know why, but Lucian didn't seem the type to be fine with sharing anything - women or otherwise. Apparently I was wrong. I wondered for just a moment if he shared in any other ways, purely out of morbid curiosity, before I closed that thought off completely.

"That too," Kyler said.

I pulled away again, this time far enough so that he wouldn't question my motives. The first time, I hadn't realized I'd been looking at him in any particular way. The second time though, I made sure to narrow my eyes.

"What do you mean that too," I asked.

My eyes adjusted to the dark enough for me to be able to see more of his features - which included the obvious amusement in his eyes.

"I feel your emotions," he said. "I could feel them shift when I said share."

I had completely forgotten that he could feel my emotions. How I could forget something like that, I would damn myself for the rest of my miserable life.

I never used to be like that before Lucian and Kieran. I didn't automatically think sex when a man was involved in a conversation. Hell, I didn't really think anything would happen when Kyler laid down next to me in bed because my mind didn't tick like that. Then he held me and my body moved on its own accord like who I was weeks ago didn't even exist.

Who I was weeks before didn't want someone from the paranormal race. I couldn't even blame Naomi anymore. Everything from the moment she put that idea into my mind, until that moment with Kyler, was my own doing.

"What emotions," I asked like I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

His lip quirked. "Don't act like you don't know your own emotions. You liked the idea of sharing."

I pulled out of his grasp completely - totally not making a fool of myself in the process - and turned onto my side away from him.

"It's late," I said hurriedly.

The bed shifted with his weight, and I heard his quiet chuckles as he positioned himself. "Goodnight, Nova."

I clenched my eyes shut and pretended he wasn't there.