"Are you going to keep torturing yourself like this? Why not join us in bed? Her other side is cold and empty," Zen muttered in a low voice as he turned his gaze toward his brother, who was standing in the shadows, his own hand working in secret. The sight was pathetic to Zen, even if Kael thought himself above it.
Heck, even if they would not take her due to the pack, there was nothing wrong with doing what he had done, was there? It was mutually pleasing.
"I have no interest in sleeping with a stranger," Kael said flatly in his head, as always not speaking loudly.
Zen smiled faintly at the answer, his lips curving with mocking amusement. "A stranger, you say? You've explored every inch of her body, Kael. You've tasted her, touched her, left your mark on her, and yet you still stand there and call her a stranger? You're only shooting yourself in the foot, you know."
