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I let my fingers brush harder against the soaked fabric, and Samara moaned, nestling further into me.

“The same as he always does,” she said through panted breaths. “That me and you were a bad idea and that he knew it would end like this. I informed him that nothing had changed and that you were still mine and that he should stay out of our fucking business. I might have thrown a dagger at him to punctuate the point.”

“The two of you are ridiculous.” I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric, and we both groaned at the dripping heat I found. “I love how wet you get for me,” I growled. “Even before I touch you.”

“Show me how much.” She arched her back, and I leaned down to capture her mouth with mine. Then I slowly pushed two fingers inside her while I continued to circle her clit with my thumb. Samara whimpered, and I smiled against her lips, loving the sounds she made when I was inside her. Maybe I could get some new ones out of her this time . . .

“I have another secret to tell you,” I whispered. Alaric would probably punch me for this later, but I knew my friend. His way of handling emotions, particularly confusing ones, was to lash out. I’d given him the time he needed to come to terms with how he really felt about Sam, but he was still stubbornly fighting it. He’d never even admitted to me how much he wanted her. But I’d noticed every heated glance he sent her way when she wasn’t looking and the way his heart had practically stopped beating when he’d walked in on us at the hot springs weeks before. Enough was enough.

“What?” Sam panted.

“He’s so pissed off all the time”—I thrust my fingers in deep, and her hips bucked in demand—“because he wishes it werehisfingers doing this to you right now.”

Dark eyelashes fluttered as Sam took in my words. “Hehatesme.”

“He doesn’t.” I pumped my fingers in and out, loving the way her pussy clenched around me. “He might wish he did sometimes.”

“You can’t tell me things like that when you’re—” Her words choked off as I pushed down on her clit and she unraveled. “Fuck!”

I let out a dark laugh as she trembled in my lap before pulling my fingers out and licking them clean. “Delicious,” I murmured. Sam watched every swipe of my tongue with dark, hungry eyes. “We’ll continue this discussion later when you’re a little less distracted. Up you go.” I maneuvered her body untilshe was straddling me with her back to my chest. “I might have gotten these chairs with a certain position in mind.”

“Of course you did.” She laughed in a low, husky tone.

“What can I say?” I teased as I unlaced my pants and pulled my cock free. “Every time I see a piece of furniture, I think about the best way to fuck you on it.”

I could feel her thighs quivering as my cock pushed against her entrance, and I felt a desperate need to be buried inside her. Originally, my plan had been to fuck her slow and tease her a bit, but I needed at least the first round to be hard and fast. Just as I was about to thrust all the way in, the door swung open. Shit. I’d forgotten to lock it.

Samara went completely still in my grip as Alaric’s pissed off expression fell on the both of us.

Chapter Five

Samara

“What the fuckis with you two and not understanding how locks work?” Alaric slammed the door shut, his eyes blazing with anger as his gaze roamed down our bodies . . . and compromising positions.

But there was desire there too.

How had I never noticed that before? I mean, he’d looked at me earlier in my bedroom, but I had been standing there naked, taunting him, and his expression had mostly remained cold and detached. The only thing I’d picked up on was annoyance at my antics. However, that was definitelynotwhat I was seeing in his eyes now.

He wanted me. Desperately.

A heady anticipation raced through me. Since returning to House Harker, I’d had more than one lust-filled thought about Alaric, but given that we had to work together and my apparently false assumption that he was in no way attracted to me, I’d done my best to ignore those feelings.

Every time I’d felt Alaric’s body pushed against mine when we’d rode together or practiced archery, my core hd instantly tightened and my breath had hitched slightly.

My dress was twisted around a bit, but it was still covering all the important bits, and Kieran’s hand was wrapped around his cock where he’d been teasing my entrance. I could feel the hot slickness running down my thighs, my anticipation high over him sliding into me. Alaric couldn’t see any of this, but given the way I was straddling Kieran, it was pretty obvious what we’d been about to do.

“You’re the one who didn’t knock,” Kieran drawled. “One might think you enjoy walking in on us like this. Now why might that be?”

Alaric’s nostrils flared, and the light green of his eyes was completely swallowed by turquoise as his gaze dropped to the apex of my thighs. My legs trembled, and I leaned further back against Kieran, which caused his cock to slide into me a little.

I froze, even as a moan slipped from my lips. Alaric’s gaze dropped, as if he could see past my dress to where Kieran’s cock was pushing inside me, but he made no move to come closer to us or leave the room.

“All this time,” I breathed out, “I thought you hated me, or at best, barely tolerated my existence.”

Silence stretched between us for what felt like an eternity. For once, Kieran kept his mouth shut, as if he knew this moment had to play out at its own pace. Alaric’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I’ve always tried very hard to hate you.”

“And have you succeeded?”

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