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Damian’s finger replaces his tongue inside me. “Come for us, Kat. You don’t have much time.”
“I can’t just—”
“You can!” Damian growls. “Come for your mates.”
Then his tongue is back on my clit, and I’m screaming. My body tenses like a rubber band pulled too tight. And snap! I break wide open with a roar of fire that singes the ceiling. Damian’s on me the second the flames recede. With my body still shaking and twitching with my release, he kisses me with all the passion of fourteen missed years. My pleasure on his tongue tastes so sweet, tears slip from my eyes.
“You remembered,” he says between kisses. “She remembered.” He kisses Otto over my shoulder with a giant smile. Woah, I wasn’t expectingthat. I feel some kind of way about it, but I’m not sure I can describe it. All I know is it’s not jealousy.
“Well, I… sort of, maybe…” I stammer.
Damian pulls back, panting, chest rising and falling heavily as he studies my face. I can’t meet his gaze.
“I mean, it wasn’t like a normal memory. I can’t see it, or remember exactly, but I just knew—know—that you… took my ass.” My brows pinch together. “You did, right?”
“Fuck yes, I did.” Damian beams as he kisses me again. “There isn’t an inch of you I didn’t have during our night together.”
“Okay, now I’m jealous.” Otto chuckles softly, easing his finger in and out of my ass a few times before removing it completely. “I’ve got some catching up to do.”
The words make me tremble, and my insides clench down on nothing. “Let’s get out of here first.”
Just then, there’s a loud thump above us. Damian draws back, taking one last look at my swollen pussy before lifting my sweatpants back up. His beard is still damp with my release, but he doesn’t bother wiping it off.
A second later, a panel opens and a uniformed firefighter peeks inside. “You all ready to get out of there?”
I’m not sure I am. This little elevator feels like a safe bubble away from our problems, its own little world apart. Leaving means facing reality, and reality seems pretty fucking confusing right now.
“Absolutely,” Otto says, not sharing my reticence.
But when I meet Damian’s gaze, he reflects my feelings perfectly.
Ignoring the fireman, I pull Damian into a quick kiss and whisper, “We’ll figure it out.”
I really hope we do.
Chapter 12
Otto
ThefiremenpullKatout first, and it’s all I can do to keep from burning them to a crisp for touching her. The only thing that stops me is the heavy weight of Damian’s hand on my shoulder.
“They’re just helping,” he whispers, but his grip is tight enough to bruise. He’s feeling this just as much as I am.
Another man is touching my mate. I should have been just as livid when Damian touched her, but that was nothing like this. Seeing Damian with her was hot as hell. It felt right. But seeing these men grab Kat as they pull her out of the elevator has me ready to burn the world.
Feeling wild and unhinged, I grip Damian and slam him against the wall, lips locked on his in a kiss that channels all the pent-up tension I’m trying to keep in check. The pain of learning Damian’s grief. The shock of discovering he has a son. The deep craving that pleasuring my mate awakened. I put all of it into this kiss.
And he answers with just as much emotion. He tastes like Kat, and I moan into his mouth, lapping up the flavor of her on his tongue. His hard cock presses against mine through our clothes, and I swear I could come just like this, just from tasting her while I kiss him.
Someone clears their throat, jolting me out of my crazed state.
“Sorry,” I mutter, unsure if I’m apologizing to Damian or the firefighter leaning through the panel in the ceiling. Does Damian even still want me after what I did, what I took from him? He seemed pretty into sharing Kat, but that doesn’t mean he still wantsme. Sure, he kissed me after making her come, but it was quick and probably just the heat of the moment.
This kiss wasn’t quick, I practically shoved my tongue down his throat. I didn’t ask. I just took. Again. I need to learn some fucking self-control.
The man leaning through the panel smirks knowingly. “You’re not the first hot and bothered couple I’ve rescued from an elevator. There’s something about being stuck in confined spaces that does it for people, apparently.” He gives us both a once-over. “I can’t blame either of you.”
Dual growls shake through our chests. A sound that’s just inhuman enough for the man to recoil. Shit. I feel as possessive of Damian as I do of Kat. The thought of him being with anyone other than the two of us makes me grind my teeth.
