Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠

Working harder translated to me not being able to walk. I laid on the grass, staring up at the darkening sky, aching in places I had no business to be aching. I didn't even know armpit muscles could hurt. The hell was that about?

Kieran, Lucian, and Kyler all allowed me the moment to relax, probably completely unaware that I couldn't move if I tried. Heck, the feeling of the grass against me was suddenly becoming comfortable enough that I was deciding whether sleeping outside was a viable option.

Maybe I wasn't a fighter because I didn't like the pain that came with the practice.

We sparred for hours outside. Only towards the end did I finally start doing well enough to consider it a good fight. They ended up sparring each other and I watched, then mimicked the moves on my turn. A part of me believed they fought each other first because they secretly wanted to beat the shit out of each other.

Sadists.

"You're acting a lot like how you did when I was done with you," Lucian said almost absentmindedly.

I felt Kieran's mood shift. I didn't have to look at him, but when I did, there was a look of uncertainty and the beginnings of anger on his face.

I forced myself to sit up, even though my muscles screamed at me to remain lying motionless in the grass. I would have stayed there all night, but I was pretty sure a bug crawled up my leg and that in itself made me want to get up and go inside. My body was starting to yearn for the feel of hot water against my skin and the scent of those bath salts. Then I'd go to my bed and sleep for as long as my body would let me.

Also with the way that Kieran was looking at Lucian, I felt like I might need another burst of energy to stop a potential fight. Kieran was looking at Lucian like he wanted to rip out his jugular with his teeth, while Lucian stood there with a smug, satisfied look on his face.

"What's wrong, Kieran?" Lucian's tone was mocking. "Do you have an issue with her training with me?"

The growing anger in Kieran's expression stopped abruptly. I didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad sign. I didn't know him well enough to judge what that reaction might mean.

Kyler stepped up beside me and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me upright. I leaned into him because if I didn't, I'd probably end up on the ground again. I wouldn't be able to get up a second time. They'd have to carry me inside and leave me to die in peace.

"He wouldn't admit what he did to you to him," Kyler said quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Well, unless Kieran provokes him in that way."

"Yet you know," I mumbled.

His hand tightened around my waist. "Kind of hard to miss when I could smell you on him, Nova. But you won't get any judgement from me."

I scrunched my nose at the implications of him smelling me on his alpha. That was embarrassing.

"Speaking of," Lucian tilted his head as his eyes slid over to me, "I was just thinking about another training session. Maybe this time we'll have Kyler join."

Do not react, I thought. Reacting would tip Kieran off to what he meant when he said training. The only training Lucian was doing on his own with me was trying to make me more flexible than I already was and testing how long my voice would hold before it cut out completely.

And having Kyler join? What kind of insane idea was that?

"I can barely handle your training," I said, hoping my face wasn't giving anything away. "What makes you think I can take Kyler's on top of yours?"

Kyler turned his face away from me, but I saw the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

Kieran tilted his head. "What kind of training are you teaching her?"

"Flexibility and endurance," Lucian responded coolly. "Also, stamina. She does pretty well keeping up with me, but she seems to get tired quickly."

Six hours was quick? Please. The man needed help. Was there such a thing as a sex doctor? He needed one for how long his damn erection lasted and how fast it came back. No normal human would ever be able to last with him. If anything, they'd probably die from how hard he slammed himself into them.

"Flexibility, endurance, and stamina are all important things to know on top of fighting." Kieran shrugged, eyeing me.

It couldn't have been that easy. Kieran had to have known the true meaning behind Lucian's words and he was just pretending like he didn't. For as long as the man had lived, I doubted he was that oblivious.

Lucian snorted and turned to walk over to Kyler and me. When he reached me, Kyler willingly handed me over to Lucian to handle.

'It's cute,' a familiar voice spoke into my mind and I tensed, 'that any of you think I don't know exactly what you're talking about.'

I couldn't stop the widening in my eyes as a cold shiver ran down my spine.

Oh, God he did know.

I turned my head to look back at him.

'But what you don't know, Nova,' Kieran's eyes had a hint of anticipation plainly visible in the violet depths, 'is that I don't mind who has you, as long as I make you scream the loudest.'

"Nova?" Lucian grabbed both of my shoulders and gently turned me to face him. "What's wrong?"

Oh, Lucian. If you only knew.

I cleared my dry throat and tore my gaze away from the vampire standing motionless ten feet away. Even with that ten feet of space, I could feel him like he was running his hands across my skin, leaving a heat behind I only knew from drinking blood.

"Nothing," I croaked. Anyone with half a brain could tell something was wrong, I don't know who I was trying to fool. "Nothing at all."