The Tribrid and Her Prison {Book One - Complete}

Why Choose?

Taking a ship to England wasn't bad at all. Then again, Hope and Newt rarely left the bedroom, or the bed for that matter.

By the time they had traveled through London and hitched a ride on the train, all seemed relatively back to normal. Hope was in high spirits from the blood content- and the sex, of course - leaving her back to being her playful personality.

As Newt left for the bathroom, Hope looked over at Albus, who seemed content to sit and watch the floor. She moved a little closer.

"You...look wrecked, and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible." She pursed her lips, watching him look over at her. "When was the last time you slept?"

Albus smiled crookedly, tilting his head to rest it against the compartment wall. "Does my lack of sleep trouble you?"

"I wouldn't say troubled," she shrugged, biting her lip, "more like- highly concerned."

He laughed now, the deep soothing laugh that always made her stomach flutter. Perhaps she shouldn't feel that way, but how could something that felt so good be so wrong?

It could be worse, couldn't it?

"Your mind never stops, does it?" Albus murmured, making her glance up to see he was watching her with interest.

Shrugging, she leaned against the seat and sighed softly. "Would you like to know what I'm thinking of?"

Hope could have sworn his eyes flitted to her lips momentarily, but it was so fast she couldn't be sure.

"What might that be?"

"I think you can guess..."

They shared a silence before he slowly shook his head. "It's complicated, Hope."

"Then uncomplicate it."

He chuckled again. "If only it were that easy."

"It can be," she smiled crookedly, "if it's something you want enough."

"You and Newt have a relationship, and I will not be the one to stand in the way of that, given how happy you make each other," he started, though it was clear he was running a bit out of steam with the conversation as if he were tired of fighting his argument, "the ship ride over was an obvious indicator of that..."

"So you did hear us." Hope couldn't help but grin, watching him with intrigue as a blush crept up his neck.

"I..." he trailed off, looking over at her. "The walls were very thin." He swallowed hard.

Hope bit her lip and leaned closer still. "The real question is," she eyed him till his blue gaze met hers, "did you like what you heard?"

Albus' jaw clenched just as Newt opened the sliding door with a smile. "I'm a bit hungry. Would you both like anything?"

Looking up, Hope smiled. "I love sandwiches," she stole a glance at Albus, who was watching her intently, something new glittering in his eyes, "with extra pickles."

Newt nodded and looked to Albus, who didn't tear his eyes away from Hope, and she started to get the feeling that maybe she'd bitten off more than she could chew.

"Same for me." He finally said, and Newt closed the door.

Hope waited, eyeing him carefully.

"I think you'll quickly find I'm not very tolerant of attitudes."

She opened her mouth to retort something quickly, but he cut her off.

"Inside my chambers, that is."

Mouth suddenly parching, she found it difficult to swallow just as a thrill rushed through her. Making her pussy quiver with anticipation.