Page 62 of Dark Fate

As our carriage kicks off, shaking like a martini in the hands of an overzealous bartender, I take in a lungful of resolve, grippingRhyland's hand with silent thanks for his vibe of sturdy calm.

We're en route toWhispervale, each rattle and shake drumming in the reality of our choice. It isn't just about putting miles behind us—it's the prologue to a saga we're writing together, a story just beginning to unfold.

Danica

26

Hours later, as I sit in the cramped carriage, my thoughts drift back to last night's encounter withRhyland and Lucian. The memories of his touch and whispered promises send a shiver down my spine. I can't help but glance over at him, catching his gaze as he shoots me a sly smile.

"That sweet ass doing okay,Angel?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

I catch his gaze and see the desire burning in his eyes. "No, actually," I reply with a sassy bite in my tone. "It's like my ass is begging for a break from this damn hardwood and jostling."

Rhyland reaches out and takes a firm grip on my thigh, leaning in close to my ear. "Want to trade that hardwood for mine?"

My heart races as I realize what he's planning. I shoot a look over to Lucian, who's just staring at me with that shit-eating grin.

I inhale sharply; the thought of doing something provocative in front of his brother baffles me. "You're joking?" I whisper. "You can't be serious...?"

He nods, determined to make his move as he pulls me onto his lap, my back against his chest. "There, that's better."

I take a breath, trying to steady the jitters dancing through me. Rhyland's hands start their ascent, tracing the bare skin of my thighs exposed by the whisper-thin dress that's barely there, caressing as if I'm the most precious treasure.

With a simple thought, he reminds me, "We don't need to speak aloud, baby."

I pause, glancing at Lucian, who's serving me a full course of 'come hither' looks.

Seriously, what's the deal?

"What are you doing?" I whisper back through our bond.

With Rhyland typically guarding me like I'm the last piece of chocolate on Earth, the idea of Lucian eyeing us like we're the night's premium show both thrills and freaks me out.

"It's okay, baby. I know you want him to watch. Lucian is a filthy fucker. Let's give him a show, shall we?"

Part of me is going, 'Is this for real?' because, let's face it, my 'normal' meter broke miles back. Yet here's this wild, wicked whisper in my head urging me to ride the crazy wave. There's a twisted thrill in pushing the envelope, in flirting with the forbidden.

And damn if I'm not tempted just to toss caution to the naughty winds.

I lean back into him as he begins to touch me gently, slowly running his hand up my inner thigh, his breath and lips on my neck. His fingers find me already wet as he reaches my pussy.

"So fucking wet. I know this turns you on, Angel," he says with satisfaction as I moan quietly.

Teasing my clit, he alternates between gentle and fast movements, causing my breath to quicken. With my legs spread wide, I sit on his lap while he holds me tightly from behind.

Lucian's positioned to get an eyeful, with nothing obstructed from his view.

With Rhyland's other hand, he pulls down my top, revealing my aching, plump breasts and hard nipples. He begins to pinch and flick them while continuing to tease my clit.

Lucian's piercing gaze remains locked on mine, that trademark smirk curling his lips as if he's stumbled upon some delicious secret. "Well, well, well..." he drawls silkily, eyes raking over me with undisguised appreciation. "Isn't this just an absolute scorcher of a sight to behold?"

His smirk deepens into a rakish grin. "Goddamn, Princess...you're so fucking beautiful like this." He lets the words linger—gaze roving slowly. "All flushed and breathless and radiating pure temptation."Lucianleans in conspiratorially, dropping his voice to a low rumble. "Makes a guy wonder what other pretty noises I could coax out of that luscious mouth."

His words wash over me, and I can't help but feel like I've just been placed on some sultry pedestal, adored and revered by both of these men like I'm the trophy in their game of desire.

Rhyland's finger enters me, and I can't help but groan at how thick his finger feels inside me. My head falls back against his chest as I respond to his touch.

"Fuck yeah, you're all mine now," he snarls possessively in my ear. "Every damn inch of you belongs to me."

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