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Gage is passed out behind Tanner, his white hair free of his bread and left in a gorgeous sheet over his clothed chest. Ruin is half on the bed near the foot, one arm draped across Gage’s jean-clad legs as he pillows his dark head on his shoulder. Horan is at my feet, and it is his bulk warming my toes.
But they all seem exhausted, like they were up for quite a while.
“What happened?” I ask, staring at all of them.
“They are offering their warmth, Onyx, to replace what you gave to me.” Caine’s voice is almost warm. Affectionate. “And they are watching over us both.”
I turn my head and find him high on the pillows, his crimson eyes glimmering.
“I don’t understand,” I murmur so as not to rouse them.
He frowns. “You fed me, angel, and collapsed.”
“I remember the sex of my life, Caine. But I didn’t collapse. I passed the hell out from too many orgasms.”
One corner of his lips quirks. “No such thing.”
My face flames and I am grateful for the dimness. “Caine, I was barely coherent that last time, but I am pretty sure I’ve never come so hard or so much before.”
The smile he flashes me is all Sin. “Then I have a new goal.”
My core clamps like a vise and he moans deep in his throat.
“Is that our cue to go?” Ruin’s voice is a groggy rumble from the foot of the bed.
I drop my head into my hands. “Damn it, Caine.”
The demon cackles and the men ease upright. I quickly cinch the blanket to me.
Ruin climbs to his feet and stretches, making his body ripple with the motion. There is a stirring of heat inside me. Like lust.
“Onyx.” Caine’s voice is sharp behind me and I stiffen.
“I’m sorry,” I hiss.
Ruin drops onto his feet, his dark gaze darting back and forth between my no doubt red face and Caine somewhere behind me. “I’m not going to ask,” he murmurs.
A knock sounds from the direction of the main room and he stills. Horan is on his feet in seconds, Gage too. Ruin palms a large black handgun and starts to the door, the others trailing him.
Tanner locks his hands behind his head, a smile dancing over his lips.
I peer at him. “You aren’t going too?”
His silver eyes gleam. “No need. I can smell who it is from here.”
There is a shocked masculine inhale and the lilting cadence of several female voices. Caine stiffens.
A tawny woman barrels into the doorway, her body clad in denim shorts and a tank top. Her thick hair is in a high ponytail and her body is lean and muscular as she slams to a halt.
Tanner lets out a low sound like a purr and the woman dives on him. He catches her easily, fitting her legs to each side as she grips his face in a very passionate kiss.
“Oh god I missed you,” she says, her voice husky.
He chuckles and nips her lip as he sits up with her in his arms. The flex of muscle is impressive.
Her eyes lift from him to find me and she blinks. “Oh. Shit.” She drops her head to T’s shoulder. “All I saw was you,” she tells him.
Tanner grabs her ass in his big hands and she moans. Loudly. “Good, kitten. I’m the only one you need to see.”
