Page 117 of All Your Bloody Lies

“Compromise,” I say, drawing both of their attention to me. “I’ll get a projector, how’s that?”

Sydni hasn’t squealed that loud, besides over the phone, and I think she pops my ears. “Thank you!” Just as she’s about to break into either another conversation or ask when, her phone is going off. Her smile indicates enough that it’s probably that Shifter she’s been seeing.

“I’m going to go take this…” she giggles and charges away, “Hey Brice! Oh nothing, do you want to watch a movie with me? We can synchronize…” Her voice fades away. Honestly, she’s adorable, and I don’t care how Xeraphine feels, I couldn’t imagine her having anyother friend but Sydni. They complement each other, even if I can see the furthered exhaustion pulling at the corner of her lips.

“Insufferable…”

I lean against the wall, just beside the stairs. She has on my shirt, but shorts under because I refuse to have her bare for anyone but me. While I like Sydni, I can’t wait for it to just be us two again.

Offering a smile, I ask, “What would you like to do?” I know she’s going stir-crazy being locked away in this apartment.

“Does this place have a pool?” She uncrosses her arms and walks past me. “Maybe a nice swim will do me good; I’m feeling a bit cooped up.”

“Of course it does—it better for how expensive the utilities are every month.”

Groaning, she rolls her eyes, “Flaunt your money some more, please…”

I love tickling her nerves.

After changing, we both step into the elevator. It’s pretty late, so odds are there won’t be tenants out and about. I have never used the pool, so I’m not sure how busy it will be.

When the elevator doors close, she leans against the wall, her arms crossed under her chest. She doesn’t have a swimsuit, so she wears a matching set of lingerie. Panties and a bra of black lace, that I’m so thankful I can see her nipples through. I’ll be covering her up the moment another set of eyes turns in her direction, but for now, she’s all mine to devour with my gaze.

“You stare a lot, you know that?” I don’t think it’s actually a question for me to answer, so I only grace her with a grin. She groans and rolls her eyes into the back of her head, “Pussy throb, I swear to the Gods.”

As the elevator ascends, I step toward her, placing my hand against the wall beside her head. “Is your pussy throbbing for me, little demon?”

She gently chews on her lower lip. “And here I am, the sex addict Succubus…”

“Tell me you don’t want it.” Three more floors until we are on the roof, and I know it’s too short of a time for me to tear her apart. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to tease the living fuck out of her. My bare chest presses against her, and she sucks a deep breath in through her teeth. “I can’t help that you are the absolute best fucking thing this world has ever been graced with.”

A soft groan vibrates in her throat. Her nails tap against my chest, “Shut up.”

One more floor, “Make me.”

It’s the challenge in her eyes that makes my cock physically hurt not to have her cunt wrapped around me in this moment.

“Cinnamon.” The swiftness of her step is graceful, and just as she does so, the doors to the elevator open and she is out before I have the chance to grab hold of her.

“Tease,” I say through a chuckle.

This apartment complex is right in the heart of Sidence, and I’ll admit, I’m upset that I haven’t come up here before. The pool is mesmerizing, and the backdrop of the city’s glittering skyline is breathtaking. Not just to me, but I can hear Xeraphine’s gasp as she walks toward the main attraction.

The infinity edge of the pool merges with the sprawling metropolis below us, and if anyone with a fear of heights were here, they would probably pass out just with the first look. It looks as though it goes straight out to nothing, even if there is a glass barrier that won’t allow for even the thought of that happening.

While this building isn’t the tallest in Sidence, it still is nearly eighty stories, but that doesn’t stop the reflection of the myriad lights of the city against the clear waters of the pool.

“A mosaic of stars against a dark canvas,” she murmurs. “I do enjoy the night sky.”

I’m grateful there isn’t anyone else here, because as my gaze takes in her backside, I’m not sure if I’m capable of keeping my hands off her. Her thong is as flimsy as my restraint is.

As she descends into the pool, I place our keycard and my phone onto a high-top table. Music is playing in the background as I step into the water, and I can’t hold back the sigh of relief at how warm it is.

I give her a moment of silence to dip completely in. When she emerges, her wet hair sticking down her back, I stalk toward her. “Xera?”

“Hmm?” She turns and pulls her hair across her shoulder. It’s not like I didn’t notice how long it was, but jeez, it’s at her hip bone. She manages it perfectly too, it shines nearly as bright as her silvern eyes that contest the full moon itself.

“The word you picked, cinnamon, why that word?”

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