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An invisible claw tickles over my skin, slicing away the last of my nightdress as cool air makes my nipples harden.

Then a tongue wraps around one of them, making me squeak. I know it’s a tongue because the texture and sensation is undeniable, but now I realize that there are wicked things a creature like Sabre can really do.

“Talk to us, Sigil,” Cage whispers in my ear. His voice is gruff and husky with need, making me whimper again. Just the rumble of his chest against my back is enough to make my core throb. “Tell us what you like, what you don’t like. We want to learn everything about you. Every inch. Every gasp. Every desire. Everything.” He enunciates the last word by exposing my neck, then tickles my skin with his tongue.

My breath comes in short gasps as I attempt to come up with words but fail. I’m too overwhelmed. My entire body feels like a string gone taut and ready to snap. I need something, but I’m not sure what it is.

Sabre’s tongue moves to my other breast, and he wraps it around my nipple, then tugs.

“Words,” Cage encourages.

I have no words, so I claw my fingers over his forearm and dig my nails in. He hisses as I draw blood. The sticky substance is like an aphrodisiac, making me feel drugged.

The light tugging on my nipple disappears, and then a hard body is against mine. I go still when Sabre presses against my front and his cock wedges between us.

That bulb I saw earlier is settled between my legs, and the base of it vibrates on my clit. Sabre palms my face, and his tongue brushes over my lip before dipping into my mouth. I moan as pleasure builds like a swollen knot in my stomach, threatening to burst. His tongue vanishes, but Sabre remains pressed against me, wedging me between him and Cage like their prey caught in a pleasure trap.

“Sensation can be more powerful in the darkness,” Sabre says. “But I agree with Cage. We need more than agreement from your body. We need your verbal permission to continue. Tell us what you want, Sigil.”

“I-I…” I stammer, fighting for words when my body feels like an instrument only these two creatures know how to make sing. Red eyes glow, eliciting a shiver from me. “I want more,” I manage to say in a breathless whisper.

Sabre’s long fangs flash as he grins. Then he dips and kisses my stomach. His words flutter over the blood-mark just above my navel as if taunting Cain’s magic. “Hold her in place, Cage. I’m going to lick her sweet pussy until she comes in my mouth.” He chuckles when I freeze. “Do you want that, Sigil?”

I know I’ll regret it, but my eager agreement drips from my traitorous tongue. “Yes. I… I want that.”

I nearly black out when he shoves his face between my legs, his tongue thrusting up into me as I scream. Cage does as ordered and holds me in place, but I asked for this.

In my dreams, I’m nothing but a wallowing ball of need.

No one has to know. I remind myself of that as I give in to the pleasure and slump against Cage, enjoying the throb of his cock against my back as he lightly thrusts, seeming to seek friction as I arch my back and let Sabre use his skilled tongue on me.

My dreams are so vivid, even if it is Cain’s blood that’s responsible for such dreams.

Just as the inevitable orgasm crests over my body like a lightning bolt ripping through the sky, I spot a strange raven in the distance. His black feathers should blend into the background of shadows and darkness, but he stands out to me all the same.

It’s as if Cain himself is watching over me. The aftershocks of pleasure make my toes curl, and I breathe out a long sigh, feeling as if I’ve released a burden I’d been holding on to for too long.

Now that I’m spent, everything begins to dissolve, and I fall into the bad habit of whispering a prayer before my dream ends. The urge overwhelms me, demanding I say at least one benediction to my dark Lord.

“Praise you, Cain. Thank you for your mercy, for this small reprieve, before I have to go back again.”

Because I know when I wake up, I’ll have to face Edward. After our last parting, and how he has seemed so utterly unconcerned for my well-being, I’m not so sure how I feel about him now.

I only know that I won’t ever be able to look at him the same way again.

Because I’ve already started falling for figments in my dreams.

They aren’t even real, Scarlett.

But… what if I’m wrong?

What if… they are real, and it’s Edward who is the dream?

CHAPTER 27

CAIN

I expected to experience jealousy after witnessing two other creatures giving my mate pleasure.

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