Rafe strode forward, his movement so quick and unexpected that I lashed out without thought. The knife slashed his arm, and a thin line bubbled with blood.
This wasn’t me. I was poised. Damn it, I held myself together. I never reacted with so much rage.Never.
But I couldn’t ignore the bitterness starting to sink its teeth into me. Like vines curling around every single vein. They were doing this to me . . .
No, I was doing it to myself.
I rolled my shoulders.
“I’m sorry—” He had a hand over mine, securing the knife so I couldn’t drop it. Rafe didn’t stop coming toward me, his presence overwhelming. I inclined my head back until it hurt. Still, I couldn’t read anything in his brown eyes.
Arms banded around my middle and jerked me back. I yelped, writhing to free myself. Delicious coffee filled my nose. I held my breath. But it was too late, the violent need that lived simmering under my skin roared to the forefront.
“Stop fighting, you naughty little temptress,” Cade said into my hair.
Rafe’s free hand yanked my shorts down, baring my sex. Cade backed up, taking me with him as he sat on the bed until I leaned against his chest and my feet dangled off the ground. Cade’s free hand gripped my knee and splayed my legs apart.
Rafe’s gaze focused on my sex, his hand still gripping mine holding the knife.Were they about to carve me up?My throat clogged, and I swept my gaze around. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Dorian hovered near the door, watching with heat simmering in his gaze.
He wouldn’t help me.
Rage boiled in my veins, and it was only worsening. I needed to get rid of this feeling.
“Get your dirty whore hands off me.”
Rafe tugged my hand, forcing my arm to stretch down. He twisted.Was he about to stab my—The pressure of the hiltpushed against my clit in a pressure so pleasant it made my toes curl.
“Oh,” I moaned, unable to keep it caged. Damn them for making it feel so good. Rafe studied my sex, his attention so riveted, I followed his gaze. My bare sex was spread, allowing a clear view of the bud of my clit. He gently rubbed the hard hilt against it.
I bit my lip, trying my hardest not to tip my hips up. So slowly, he glided the handle lower and lower. I held my breath, anxious and on edge for what was to come.
He thrust the hilt into my channel, hand half on the hilt and half on the blade. The thrust stole my breath. My sex clamped around the hard wood like it was a cock.
“I—” My groan interrupted whatever I was about to say, not that I could remember.
My God, this feels so good. Tingles wracked my limbs.
Cade rubbed his thumb against my side. Fortunately, it was over my skin.
“You—”
Rafe released my hand, which fell limply to the side, and gripped the silver metal to work the hilt in halfway. My hand fisted, eyelids fluttering as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“It’s clear you want it,” Cade murmured in my ear. I did, I really did.
I whimpered, my channel throbbing.
Rafe withdrew the base of the knife until only the shallow end was in.
God yes, I wanted their knots. So much. He pulled it out the rest of the way and lifted the glistening end to my mouth. I lifted my weak arm to push my palm against his chest. It didn’t move him even a little, and he pressed the wet wood to my lips.
“Lick it,” Rafe ordered gruffly.
He didn’t wait for me and forced the tip between my lips. The salty taste of my slick met my tongue. He withdrew it, and I licked my lips, collecting the need left behind. The same slick that would be an aphrodisiac for them as my Scent Matches. Rafe lowered the knife again, and I followed the movement, breathless and aching.
Slick dripped down the crevice of my ass, and I could only watch, limp and needy, as he rolled the hilt over my clit again. I grunted, my legs stiffening. Then he shoved it inside me.
My orgasm wracked my body, and I ground my hips in a circle. I ended up bunching his T-shirt with one hand. My other hand ended up on top of Cade’s muscled arm, nails burrowing into his skin.
