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Nisha follows my lead, raising up so that Tanner can slip her shorts from her tawny skin. She drops back down, her lithe back bent like an offering, and he chuckles. “Kitten,” Tanner says, his voice lower, almost growling.
She trembles.
He smoothes his hands over her rear, kneading and massaging. “She listened so much better at Silver Rock,” he mutters, but his eyes are like liquid mercury.
“They always do when I am around,” Caine teases. He presses on my back and I lower. “Head down, angel.” I press my cheek to the smooth wood. “Kitten. Now.”
Nisha drops, her face flushed. There is the audible sound of more than one zipper. I stare into Nisha’s eyes as they widen, then flutter. Tanner groans and my breathing speeds.
“Can you feel them, yet, angel?” Caine asks as he leans over me. “Allow me to aid you.”
With a sure stroke he slips into my body in a perfect glide and fire fills my veins.
It’s not just him. His need.
It’s Tanner’s fullness and Nisha’s heat, the joy of being back together. It’s Ruin’s fangs as he pierce’s Lilah’s skin twice, the rush of blood, pleasure, and the surety that only she can quench his thirst. Her love for him is almost too much, too vast. Too strong.
I feel another resilient love in Amoret for Gage, and his desire to show her all the carnal pleasures he can as he devours her. To prove his worthiness in the only way he can. I can taste the fire in his veins and the knowledge that the power could fill us all and still never end.
Distantly, I catch a softer desire. One to be as accepted as we all are. As content with another, and I know it is Horan’s need that I have brushed.
Caine grips my throat and forces my head up. “Do you feel them, angel?” I nod as much as I can as he fills me over and over in shallow strokes. “This is what it means to be Asmodean. To know their desires. Their needs.”
Red light curls around me. It glides along my hands and I scoot them closer to Nisha’s. Her fingertips brush mine and the sensations from her and Tanner increase.
I can smell his scent, mine. Caine’s. I can hear Amoret’s mews of pleasure, the soft suckles as Lilah takes Ruin’s blood as he enters her.
Nisha’s body ripples and I know it has been days since she had Tanner. Days and long nights of craving his touch, his warmth. Wanting him with a desperation that scares her for what it is.
New love.
It’s such an intimate look into her that I don’t know if I should pull away.
Tanner leans over her, winding their fingers together as he bites at the nape of her neck. The closeness channels into me and I catch one word through his emotions:mate.
My heart tightens.
Something so strong, so solid.
I crave that surety. Always having a home. Always having someone to call my own.
Caine forces me up from the table, his hand tightening as he pounds into me. Tanner’s eyes raise to watch us as Nisha moans again. There is such heat in his gaze, such starkness. But it’s not want of us, but a shared joy. A primal taking that his beast revels in.
I force my eyes closed as Caine reaches for my apex with his other hand. My pleasure doubles and stars dance behind my lids. I try to find a rhythm between his long fingers as they swirl over my pearl and the shattering force of his body in mine.
My hips jerk.
“Are you going to come, angel?” he croons as he bites my throat. I cry out and grind over him, seeking release. Needing it. “Good, angel.”
He glides out and rolls back in, and all the blood he forced to my groin with his pounding rhythm heats. I begin to ripple and Tanner groans as Nisha starts to thrash.
“They wait for you,” Caine tells me. “Come, angel. Now!”
His command shoots down my spine and fire courses through my veins as my body clamps hard around his still throbbing length. I scream his name and the sound echoes around me as Nisha arches.
Amoret’s cry is nearly drowned by Ruin’s name in Lilah’s voice. I catch a flash of green light from Horan’s bedroom as Tanner growls, his head thrown back.
Still Caine moves and the suite seems filled with red light, it moves under the closed door, along the ceiling, across the table.
