I press a kiss to her hair, breathing her in. It still hits me, how lucky I am, we all are, that she’s still here, safe and healthy.
“How was it?” I ask, my thumb rubbing her shoulder in circles.
She slumps, her tone dejected as she talks me through their visit.
“It makes sense,” I muse. “That there might be another reason. Other than her being the world’s biggest bitch, I mean.”
Sienna shrugs. “I mean, I kind of wanted to shave her head. But I felt sorry for her, too. Not because she doesn’t deserve what happens now. Just… her life is empty, Gray. All she has is her father, and he’s in a cell next to her. And my life feels so full in comparison. I don’t want to waste any more time on her.”
My lips tighten. Pity is a stretch too far for me, not after what she did, especially during Sienna’s heat. But my Soul Bonded is a far, far better person than I am.
Impulsively, I lift Sienna onto my lap, positioning her so she’s facing me and pushing strands of pink hair away from her face. The white shirt she’s wearing as a dress rides up, and she swallows as my hands land on her thighs, massaging into her skin.
“Gray,” she whispers, darting a look towards Logan. He’s oblivious as he hums, his back to us.
I grin. “I wonder how long it’ll take him to notice us?”
Leaning forward, I grip the back of her neck and pull her into me, tracing her lips with my tongue. She sighs, her mouth opening under mine as I taste her, my other hand sliding up to cradle her cheeks.
“I will never get tired of that,” I whisper in wonder. “Not in a million years.”
Sienna’s smile wavers as I trace my hands down, following the line of buttons on her shirt. Holding her gaze, I flick the first one open. The second.
Heat flares in her cheeks as I slide my hand inside to cup her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple in my palm.
“You really don’t like underwear, do you?” I ask, and she bites her cheek to hold in a laugh.
I spread my hands across her collarbones, She pushes against my chest. “I want this off.”
Her hands slip under my tee, and I peel it over my head. Her eyes darken, and she licks her lips as she runs her hands over my skin.
Reaching up, I nudge the shirt back off her shoulders until it slips down her arms, the material pooling in the crook of her elbows.
“Beautiful,” I rasp, tracing her curves. Andours.
Instead of answering, she leans in, pressing her lips to the crook of my neck. My hands move to her bare back, tracing the skin.
There’s movement, and I look over at Logan. His eyes are bright as he watches us, and he holds up a hand. “Stay there,” he says quietly. “Exactly where you are.”
Sienna moves to sit up, but I press her head down gently. “Think the muse has kicked in,” I murmur. “We’re not allowed to move until he draws us.”
Her breath hitches. “Oh.”
I keep my hands where they are, only moving my fingers in gentle, soft strokes. Sienna melts into me, wriggling slightly, and I catch my breath at the feel of her pressing against my jeans.
“There,” Logan rasps. “Keep your face just like that.”
Time passes in a beautiful haze of torture. Sienna’s scent deepens as Logan sketches us both, his tongue poking out in concentration. His eyes skate over my face, tracing the curves of my nose, my eyes, the touch of my hands on Sienna’s back.
Our Soul Bonded lets out a tiny, breathless whine into my neck, and my hands clench. “Lo.”
“One minute,” he mutters, his hand flying across the page. “I’m nearly… done.”
He tosses the page aside, and his hands join mine as they run over Sienna’s back. I push the rest of the shirt from her shoulders, tasting the damp skin. “Bonded,” I murmur.
She sits back, her hand rising to curl around Logan’s neck as he presses into her, his mouth tracing down her neck. “Oh,” she gasps, when his teeth just tease the edge of her skin.
I lean up, pressing my mouth to hers, before I tug Logan to me, my tongue tangling with his in familiar bliss.
