Page 196 of The Midnight Order
“What?! What did you say?” His hands explore my torso, teasing, testing.
Dominating always leaves him in a delirious state, just like it leaves whoever has submitted to him.
I turn around, and he drops his hands, his fierce eyes pinned to mine.
“I told herweloved her. I took that from you. I didn’t mean to. I hope you’re not upset with me. That wasn’t mine to give away.”
“Corvin—”
“No. Let me apologize, you pig-headed man. I overstepped, and?—”
His hand wraps around my throat, and my sick heart pounds off-beat in my chest.
Fuck.
“Shut up!” he growls, enlivening the subordinate inside me, my knees begging to kneel, to crawl to him. “You did nothing wrong. You know how I am. It would’ve taken a lot for me to admit. I love her. Fuck, I love her so much. But you know I wouldn’t have been able to say it aloud or realized it if you hadn’t done it for me. It’s why I love you. You know what I need and when I need it. You always put my needs ahead of your own, even when Valentina?—”
“Don’t say her fucking name.” Disgust crawls up my throat before he squeezes tighter, cutting off my words.
“Even when Valentina was becoming an issue, driving a wedge between us, and I couldn’t see it, you knew what needed to be done.”
“I caused this curse,” I manage as he lets my throat go, my hands rubbing at the soreness. “It’s all my fault.”
“Technically, it’s Lowell’s fault. He finished it.”
“Yeah, but?—”
Asher shakes his head. “It wasn’t your fault. Besides, who cares? We’d have never met Silver if not for the curse.”
Taking a moment to wade through his logic, I find my insides uncoiling. “We love her,” I breathe.
“We do.”
“Both of us.”
He grins knowingly, and I’m so caught in its glow, not paying any attention to his traveling hand that grips my length, sliding to the tip, squeezing as my knees nearly buckle. “Ash.”
“Mmm, you always worry about my needs, our needs. Let me take care of yours, yeah?”
I nod as he drops to his knees, looking up at me with a gleam.
I love how he included Silver in what he said, but the burning fire in my chest overtakes me as his mouth slides over my cock.
My hands sink into his hair, taking control of my pleasure, shoving him down, pressing forward. He gags around me, and the dark speck in my soul is revitalized, feeding the tiny morsel it needed to grow like a spreading stain on a carpet.
“Gag on it again.” I slowly shove down his throat, fighting his throat’s resistance as my eyes roll back. “Fuck.”
Silver’s sittingon the couch in Asher’s lap sleepily. Lowell woke us up from our collective nap turned stupor twenty minutes ago, telling me my machines were alarming. After I realized some results were done, he assembled us all in the living room for a meeting, which seems like they’ll become a more regular thing now that Silver’s becoming a fixture in the order.
“Well?” Lowell asks, his hand rubbing over Silver’s leg, which she has thrown over his lap.
Jasper’s sitting in the recliner to my right, his eyes fixed on the scene on the couch.
“Well, I hacked into the human databases and ran the blood that we found in that syrup against any known samples given for either booking for their prison system or given freely for their obsession with ancestry and nothing. There wasn’t a match.”
Lowell visibly deflates, and Silver grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. He gives her a tight smile.
“While we’re here, we should probably tell them about last night,” Asher says, giving me a look.
