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I can almost taste how much he wants to feast between my thighs. To pin me just like he is as he takes me against the wall. The emotions fill my head in brief flashes, bursts of the two of us together in every way he knows how.
Again, and again, and again.
My core grows slick, hot. The temperature in the room spikes, and it is no longer just his heat. There is a soft gasp and I know my eyes have streaks of red in them. The mark of a distant heritage.
One Caine awakened.
“Yes to all of it,” I breathe, and his eyes glow. “However you want. Just please, Caine, please.”
His smile is pure Sin. “If you do not wish to remain in the room,” he says to the others, “go.”
Gage pulls Amoret into his arms and stalks into Horan’s room and shuts the door. Ruin and Lilah pause.
“Onyx?” Lilah calls.
I peer at her. “Yeah?”
She smiles softly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Would you prefer we use a room?”
The question is mild, careful. I want to dislike her, but she has done nothing but be nice since she arrived.
“You can use our room,” I say. Her nod is brief. “But leave the door open.”
Her blue eyes dart to mine. Gold light streaks the expanse and Ruin’s fangs drop as she shivers. He grabs her hips and shoves her into the room, but leaves the door wide like I asked.
Tanner and Nisha remain in the chair, their focus fixed in our direction. She licks her lips. “I’m not really a lover of women,” she admits. “But I would like to stay in here.”
Tanner smiles. “Me too.”
Caine chuckles. “Such curious cats,” he croons and his eyes flash again. Nisha moans and Tanner’s eyes go languid.
There is an audible gasp from Horan’s room. My face flames.
It’s like a frat house.
Caine draws me away from the wall. He glances at Tanner. “The table looks promising,” he remarks, almost wryly.
Tanner’s eyes gleam. “I was thinking something similar.”
“I know,” Caine says.
Faster than I can follow, Tanner has Nisha on all fours over the table, one large hand in her thick hair as the other slaps her rear. Nisha arches, pressing back into the forceful touch.
Caine walks me over by my throat. I drop down without needing to be told. “Such a good girl, angel.”
Nisha’s eyes glow gold as she watches me lower my torso over the table.
“Hands on the table’s edge,” Caine commands. We both grip the table.
His long fingers dance along my ass through the silk of my shorts. “Oh I hate to tear these,” he bemoans.
“Then take them off,” I say.
“But you are already—”
I get my legs under me and raise my lower half without ever moving my hands. Caine purrs. “Oh God does love me,” he croons. His hands make fast work of my shorts and I am left bare from the waist down. He spreads my thighs and his tongue swipes along my heat.
I cry out and an echoing feminine cry pierces my ears from both rooms. I swallow.
