Page 163 of The Midnight Order
She flicks her eyes at me.
What’s she seeking, I wonder?
The longer she and I stare at one another as I stand to my full height, towering over her in the chair, the more I realize she’s asking for permission.
She’d never come between Asher and me, and it’s why she’s different from anyone else.
It’s why she’sours.
“Of course you can stay,” I tell her.
Silver stands,and the rolling chair slides backward from the force. Asher’s eyes are on her like he’s tracking prey. A giddy thrumming encases my stomach, squeezing like a vise in unyielding swells.
I never knew it could be this way. I never knew that one day, I’d enjoy watching the man I love fawn over another. So much so that I don’t even worry about myself, about joining. I never thought I’d enjoy… watching.
“Come, Sweet Silver.” Asher sits back on the exam table, dangling one massive leg over either side. His hair has blond streaks, and as he angles his head to watch her approach, they glisten in the fluorescent lights overhead.
Silver sits on the table before him, sitting in the space he’s created with his open legs. “I don’t see how my being in the middle will help you feed…” Her words break off as Asher slides them both forward, wrapping his arms around her. He runs the tips of his fingers up her thighs.
She’s in black cotton shorts, making her creamy skin look even more decadent.
“You’ll see. Won’t she, Corvin?”
I forget my name as I ignore the question, only ruminating on how close his fingers get to the hem of Silver’s shorts before turning and dipping back down to the insides of her knees.
Silver’s eyes droop, her hands on Asher’s thighs, her feet arched in delicate angles on the sliding footrest of the exam table.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Corvin,” Asher says, this time with a bit more snap to his tone.
“Hmm?” Striding closer, I drop my hands to the tops of Silver’s thighs. Even from here, I can smell Lowell on her.
In her.
It’s intoxicating.
Almost as much as the blood rushing through her veins.
“We’re going to show Silver just how needed she is here tonight, aren’t we?” he asks me, and this time, I give a nod.
I’m nowhere near coherent, but he’ll get angrier if I ignore him. Which can sometimes be fun, but tonight isn’t the night to show Silver how dark Asher can get.
Flicking my eyes up to Asher, I focus on how hungry he looks. I kick the footrest, which squeaks as it draws back inside the table.
Silver’s feet tuck around my calves as I come face-to-face with her.
“Is this going to be okay for you?” I whisper, dropping a small kiss on her lips.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Maybe we should have her pick a safe word.” Asher’s suggestion isn’t an ignorant one.
“Tenebris,” she says hoarsely.
There’s so much to unravel in her tone and how her hand shakes as it dusts over mine on Asher’s thigh.
Now is not the time, however.
