All logical thought slips from my mind.
I arch against his chest, my leg shifting to accommodate him.
A low groan filters from his lips and onto my neck as he pushes against my sensitive skin. Slowly, his dick sinks into me. I bite my lip hard, and a long, muted breath escapes me. His hand comes back up to my hip and my fingers grip his wrist as he unhurriedly slides deep into me. Sharp teeth sink into my shoulder and my moan matches his.
Our pleasure is silenced. A mixture of anxiety and excitement swirls dangerously within my chest. The rasping sound of my breath is all that can be heard. I can’t look away from Daxdyn and Ryder for fear that I’ll be caught screwing the one person I thought I hated.
Shamelessly, I meet his hard thrusts. My back arches against him, finding a perfect and unhurried rhythm.
Gods above, does he have rhythm.
Painfully, his fingers dig into my hipbone as he guides my every move. His hand skims low until he pushes aside my panties once more, his fingers rough against my flesh.
I gasp when his fingertips push against my clit. My eyes flutter closed, and I moan as I shift against his talented fingers.
At the sound of my unfiltered appreciation, Darrio’s other hand slips beneath my head. Warm fingers brush against my parted lips as he shoves his hand over my mouth, muffling my voice. The quieted moans seem to fuel him on. Harder, he drives his dick into me. His fingers roll against me, building a restless energy low in my stomach.
I raise my hand and reach back for him. I run my fingers through his dark hair, pulling at the roots.
My thighs shake and, with another long stroke, I come hard around him. With my eyes clenched tightly closed, I open my mouth and bite down rigidly on his fingers.
A humming groan tingles into my neck, his beard scraping against my skin. With another jerking motion, he stills against me. Sweat clings to our bodies, not an inch of space separates us. Slowly, he lowers his hand from my mouth.
The thrashing sound of my heart is all I can focus on. I open my eyes. The firelight greets me. The other two men are still sleeping soundly. Nothing’s changed. All is the same.
Neither of us move. We don’t speak. There’s nothing to say.
He slips himself from me, shifting away. The tingling feeling still spikes through my veins. For a moment, his warm hand holds my hip. A gentle kiss skims across my shoulder before he turns away from me, lying flat on his back.
“Goodnight, Kara.”
Tension fills my body at the sound of my name. It’s the first time he’s ever actually said my name and it causes an odd feeling to drift through me.
And yet, nothing’s changed.
Chapter Twelve
The Beauty in Scars
I do sleep. Very comfortably actually. Just before the cloudy sunlight touches the horizon, Darrio’s lips skim my shoulder, sending a shiver all through my body.
My lashes slowly flutter open. His steely gaze holds mine. There’s an animalistic look in his eyes. It’s tinged with confusion and want. I know he’ll never ask me to tell him my feelings.
And that’s good. Because I have no idea what they are.
His brother was right; Darrio and I are the same. He just expresses his anger while I misplace mine. Rough hands meet my abdomen, brushing across my ribs. My thighs clench together as a shiver runs across my flesh
“Did I hurt you?” he whispers, his attention shifting toward the dry ground.
The two of us are in uncharted territory. We were so good at hating each other. It’s apparently hard to know how to be civil to one another.
I shake my head at him.
Ever so lightly, his fingers skim across my ribs. I feel the tingle of his magic burn lightly through me. My eyes flutter from his surprisingly gentle touch.
My gaze shifts, trying to capture his every move.
I’ll need to get some Silphium when we get to the coast. The pretty plant that Saint’s Inn always has in high supply flashes through my mind. As beautiful as a little fire fae baby would be, I’m not at all prepared for a smaller, angrier version of Darrio running around.
