His arms were wrapped around me, with one leg crossed possessively over my thigh, pressing his groin up into my butt cheeks. At my neck, his breath was even and slow. I hadn’t realized vampires breathed, which was stupid of me because how many times had I listened to Marcus panting over me during the eight hundred rapes I’d endured. Excuse me, eight hundred and one. I also hadn’t realized that Claudius was currently my pillow. I had my head resting on his upper arm as he slept facing me. His other arm was draped loosely over my waist, and his groin was pushed up against mine. What a hell of a way to wake up. I was trapped between them. Still, I needed to go to the bathroom. Apparently, vampires need to pee. How the hell was I going to untangle myself? “Marcus, move,” I whispered, pushing at him. The brown haired lump of a vampire hardly shifted. Hmmm, okay. “Claudius, roll over.” Without even opening his eyes, he did so, and I crawled over him and slipped out of the bed. I was surprised at how easy that had been.
