Page 58 of Fall into Savagery

Damien grinned. “Well, isn’t it nice that Luca is helping us out with this problem, even from the grave?”

Nikolay let out a vicious smile. “Not in the grave yet.”

I knew it wasn’t directed at me, but still, I could feel a hint of wariness running up and down my spine.

“Perhaps we should talk about this later,” Mikhail said, his eyes landing on me.

I leveled a glare at him. “I can handle this. I don’t—I don’t want to be kept in the dark.”

Mikhail’s eyes were soft when he replied, “No, sweetheart. We won’t keep you in the dark, but some things are better if you don’t know about them.”

“He’s right, pet,” Damien added.

I let out a huff of air. “I’m not that sensitive.”

“No, you’re not,” Damien conceded. He probably thought he sounded gentle. It sounded patronizing to me.

I had a feeling he only said that to not hurt my feelings.

I frowned up at him, but he went back to playing with me.

I let out a choked breath when he pulled my nipple, my hand coming up and gripping his wrist.

His dark eyes took me in.

“You’re still healing,” I said, trying to be the voice of reason, even as I could feel my arousal wetting my panties. He smiled a little at that.

“Do you think I can’t make you come, even injured?”

“Damien,” I muttered.

“Fuck yeah,” Nikolay let out beside Damien, his eyes taking me in intently.

Mikhail slid in closer to us, his chest warming my back and his hands moving down to my waist, his fingers playing with the waistband of my panties.

“I think we should do something to take her mind off all the shit that has gone on, don’t you?” he asked.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt Mikhail’s fingers inside my panties. Slowly, he moved his hand further in, his finger seeking out my center. He groaned when he found me wet.

Damien continued to play with my nipple while Nikolay watched on with rapt attention.

I bit my lip, unsure of where to look.

“You can’t just use sex every time you want to change the subject with me,” I grumbled, trying not to give away how affected I was by all of this.

By Nikolay’s animated green eyes, turning dark from his obvious arousal, or at the way Damien smiled while he played with me, knowing he was driving me crazy, or the focus Mikhail had on his face as he brought me to the bliss of ecstasy.

Nikolay skimmed his fingers gently up and down the outside of my thighs.

Goosebumps rose, and I forgot what we were even talking about.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes glinting in determination. I knew that look.

I knew it well.

I lost.

“Please,” I begged, my voice raspy and broken.

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