Page 66 of A Rift in the House of Bruin

“Don’t you cum. Wait for me,” Luca said, drawing my attention back to him. It was everything I could do to follow his orders, to hold myself back while his brother filled me so completely.

Nico stilled, fully sheathed inside me as a feral groan rumbled from his chest. The sound of him letting go was almost my undoing.

“My turn,” Luca growled, grasping my arms and pulling me from his brother. The loss of Nico’s length—the feel of his seed dripping down my thighs—was profound. I was on the brink of climax, and they’d left me desperate.

Luca pulled me over his body, drawing me into his lap. The warmth of him soothing the bite of the cold air as his hands caressed my back.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” he whispered in my ear, pulling my hair to the side to bite my shoulder. His hands were on my ass, lifting me until the head of his cock found my opening. He eased me down, slowly impaling me on his thick shaft, my breasts pressing against his chiseled chest.

“You’re perfect.” Luca hissed. “You take me so well,”

His praise unleashed a need unlike anything I’d ever felt. I leaned my forehead against his, wrapping my arms around his neck, and began to grind. Shamelessly, rubbing against him to find the friction I was so desperate for. The lines of power wereback, swirling up from the ground, circling around us in another blue vortex. The energy shifting between the two of us was heady—an otherworldly connection and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“I can’t—” I gasped, trying to hold back the dam that was about to break.

“Yes, you can. Wait for me,” he groaned, holding onto me for dear life as he thrust into me with fervor.

It was almost painful, denying myself release. Each punishing stroke demanding deliverance, until no amount of willpower could keep me from tipping over the edge. A cry erupted from my lips as I lost all control. My climax seized my body, tensing around his length as I rode out the wave of pleasure.

Luca growled, his hips jerking as I drew him into his own rapture, the two of us sharing the high as we melted into one another. I stayed there in his arms while my body slowly returned to reality.

“You were made for me,” Luca sighed, his face buried in my hair.

A second pair of warm hands were on my back, sliding under my arms, and pulling me from Luca’s body. Nico cradled me to his chest placing a chaste kiss on my forehead before slinging me over his shoulder.

“You were amazing, little bird, Let’s go home. We’ll get you cleaned up and tucked into bed,” he said, slapping my ass before stalking off into the darkness.

Iwas on fire.

Luca and Nico lay on either side of me, the three of us tangled in a puddle of blankets we’d arranged on the floor of the bunk room. The two of them gave off so much heat, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I needed some air. Maybe that’s what had woken me?

The room was still dark, but there was that subtle shift in the air that told me dawn wasn’t far off. I untangled myself from the sleeping beasts, and when the cool air hit me, a shiver ran over my skin as though something, or someone, was watching me. I scanned the room. Everything was deathly silent. Even the beasts beside me slept soundly. My gaze caught on the doorway,shadowed and still. I couldn’t be sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but it looked like a figure leaned against the frame.

“Jase? Is that you?” I whispered, trying to focus on the darkness, willing it to move.

Nothing.

The shape remained frozen in place. Lay back down and you’ll fall back to sleep, I reasoned as I rubbed my eyes. Maybe it’s a dream.Maybe I’m just exhausted.

When I opened my eyes again, the shadow was gone. A sliver of moonlight now highlighting the wooden frame. My heart pounded as I second-guessed what I’d seen. There had been a shadow. I’m sure of it. Right?

I padded across the room and inspected the doorway, but everything seemed normal—none of the icy foreboding Jase’s shadows usually left behind. I slipped from the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

The cabin was packed. Every available inch of floor was filled with the lucky few who’d found a spot to crash after the night’s festivities. A dull thud echoed through the silence, not quite loud enough to wake anyone. At first, I ignored it. Then it came again.

Something about it was off. Unsettling.

“Jase?” I whispered again, gingerly stepping between the sleeping bodies.

Still no answer.

When I reached the hall, I froze. The front door was open. It clanged softly against the frame in the breeze. A sliver of moonlight yawning between the gap. Where was Jase? He was on sentry duty. Heneverwould’ve left Whisperhold exposed like this. Not unless something was wrong.

Another gust shoved against the door, forcing it open wider with a groan. The house inhaled. Cold air slithered around my ankles like fingers. I reached for the door to pull it closed until afaint glow beyond the tree line stilled my hand. Lights flickered as if a processional approached the camp. A procession?

What in the bloody hell was going on? Was I dreaming?

I stepped out into the frozen night, blinking furiously. But the lights didn’t disappear. They grew brighter until a nightmare took shape. A line of soldiers emerged from the woods—flaming arrows nocked and ready to fly.

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