Page 67 of Left Hand of the Divine
I slipped the buttons open on his white shirt and peeled it from him. His pale skin shimmered like it was coated in stardust, and his chest was covered in runes like my mate mark. With his nebula eyes and dark marks, he looked like he’d stepped from another world. “So are you.”
Atticus slid his hands down the length of my spine, over the curve of my ass until he hooked them under my thighs. He lifted me into his arms and carried me backwards over to his bed.
Together we tumbled onto it, and he nestled his hips between my thighs, rolling his cock against my core. Heat pooled in my belly as my need climbed higher.
“I need you, Atticus,” I moaned, scoring my fingers down the magnificent lines of his back, pulling him in closer.
He fisted his hands in my hair and crushed his mouth to mine in a kiss that devastated me. It was teeth and tongue, and he owned me with it. Body and fucking soul. In this moment, I was his, and I lost myself in him completely.
Chapter Twenty-One
Thane
Islammed the ancient tome down on the desk, my frustration getting the better of me. That in itself was annoying; I didn’tgetfrustrated. But here I was, my stomach churning, my skin itchy and too tight. I couldn’t find any answers. There was nothing here on the God Killer, and the more I read, the angrier I was getting.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. I needed a break and to do something different; otherwise, I feared I might burn every damn book in here. Not that I would. That would be sacrilege, but the frustration was burrowing deeper, festering into something that turned my stomach sour. I wasn’t used to feeling this way. I wasn’t used to feeling at all.
I rested my head against the back of the chair and took a deep breath, dragging it deep into my lungs and letting my mind sink into oblivion.
The space behind my sternum buzzed, pulling me out of the silence of my mind. I rubbed my chest, willing it to disappear, butit just intensified until it was humming and vibrating beneath my skin.
Atticus…
My insides turned molten, and my cock twitched. I felt along the soul bond that tied us together, and a wave of lust crashed through it. My body shuddered. My abs clenched.
I shot to my feet and followed the call of the soul bond, up the stairs and all the way to Atticus’ door.
Which was wide open.
Roux writhed beneath him, rolling her hips against his while they kissed deeply. I could see Atticus’ tongue thrust into her mouth, and my cock hardened at the sight. I should step away, leave them in peace, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away. They were beautiful and so damnhot.
The temperature rose under my skin, burning me with the need to step across the threshold, but I couldn’t make myself take the step into the room. What if they didn’t want me there?
I’d never felt doubt before. I’d always been so sure of all my actions, but now I didn’t know whether to back away or make my presence known. I’d watched scenes before at the clubs I frequented when I needed a release because I was so tightly wound. Hell, sometimes I even participated in them but only ever under the thumb of certain people. People that I trusted not to take things too far. I had always preferred submitting to someone, but the way Atticus now depended on me for his very existence made me want to take care of him and be the one in charge. He relied on me to keep him alive, and therewas something about that power that felt like an aphrodisiac. Could I be the one to tend to his needs?
Something must have caught Atticus’ attention because his eyes met mine and held them with an unrelenting contact. There was a darkness in his eyes that stirred something in my soul, and I wanted to surrender to it.
“Oh, kitten,” he purred. “Someone’s spying on us.”
Roux tipped her chin towards me, and a slow smile spread across her face, lighting her eyes.
Atticus dropped his lips to Roux’s neck, licking and biting his way down her throat. Her mouth dropped with a gasp as he sucked the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Roux crooked her finger at me and beckoned me closer. “Shut the door behind you, Thane.”
I did as she asked, closing the door behind me with a soft click. I walked to the bed and awaited further instruction. My body thrummed with anticipation, heightened by the desire flowing through the bond from Atticus. He rocked his hips against Roux’s, and a zing of electricity rushed to my cock.
Roux rolled Atticus beneath her and pinned him to the bed.
Fuck.
“He likes that,” Atticus said, a devilish smirk gracing his pretty face. “He likes it a lot.”
“How can you tell?” Roux asked.
Atticus looked up at Roux while she pressed down on his throat. He rolled his hips beneath her, making her back arch andher breasts push forwards. “Because I canfeelit. Like a burst of sunshine on my skin.”
“Interesting,” she said softly, and I could see the cogs in her mind turning. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and her gaze flicked between Atticus and me. “Take off your shirt and sit in that chair.”
