Because Hell was coming for us.
With purposely languid movements, I made a show of pulling Corry’s shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor. Striding across the room, I felt all eight of my mate’s eyes hot on my flesh as I stepped over Grigori’s decimated corpse. I paused in the doorway of Vincent’s bathroom, flashing them my fangs through a heated smile. “Who wants to join me?”
I already knew the answer to my question before I even asked it. With the combination of my heat state and the dreams we’d shared, the sexual tension was too intense to ignore for a second longer.
Unlike the rest of the Knight Mansion, Vincent’s bathroom was modern, and the shower had been made to fit his impossible size. There was no glass enclosure, with two showerheads mounted at the far end of the bathroom. The surrounding marble walls of the room itself was enough space to fit half the coven, let alone the five of us.
I ambled to turn the shower on, the rain-fall showerhead dousing me with warm water that soothed my muscles. I didn’t have to turn around to know they’d all followed me into the bathroom. Even Vincent—who would stay in bed if he knew what was good for him. But Vin being Vin, he didn’t.
The frantic rustle of clothes dropping to the floor met my ears, and the annoying space between my men and me shrunk. I turned around to find Sterling naked.
The others hovered around him, with Corry and Eros leaning against the bathroom vanity while Vincent propped a hip against the doorframe, his arms folded over his chest.
My throat pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Bloodyhell. Sterling was painfully gorgeous with his hard, lithe body, tight abdominal muscles, and full, thick cock that stood at my full attention.
He prowled forward. I bared my fangs, a low and sultry purr sliding up from my throat as he backed up against the shower wall, his palms flattening against the marble on either side of my head.
My knees went weak as the steam swirled around us, encasing me in a tight space filled with hot muscle, glistening flesh, and a hungry erection that was already oozing pre-cum.
He dropped his head, his lips grazing over the three mating marks marring my throat. “I’m going to speak plainly with you, Ruby, because you smell entirely too pleasing for me to beat around the bush. I don’t have any intention of allowing you to leave this room clean.”
The velvety darkness of his voice was like a collar around my throat.
He raised a hand, his fingers ghosting over the hollow of my throat to lightly trail between my breasts, down to my navel, to rest over my lower belly.
“I want to do something to you that I didn’t dare dream of doing to any woman for centuries.” His fingers trembled as they slid lower, tangling in the blonde curls of my pubic hair. “Do you remember what I told you in the dream we shared? How I’d fill you with my seed and make my brothers watch?”
I gave a drunken nod, his delicious scent and the sweltering warmth of the shower going straight to my head like a shot of liquor.
He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him even though he couldn’t see me in the same way. “But if you don’t want to do this…if you’re not ready, say the word. It can wait.”
I didn’t have to think about it for very long. Yes, I was young. Yes, I’d only met Sterling a few months ago. Yes, there was a war on the horizon. Still, even with all that, there was no doubt in my mind. There hadn’t been from the first moment I’d laid eyes on him.
“I want to be the mother of your child, Sterling.” I paused, letting him absorb my words. “Everything you have to give, I… I’ll take.”
“By the Virgin Mary’s blood, youmustbe sure, Ruby.” His voice strained with a combination of sexual hunger and something more urgent, more monumental.
“Iam.” I tipped my lips to his, silently begging for his mouth. “I want this so damn much it hurts.”
It wasn’t a lie. This primal urge to fuck and breed was a soul-deep ache.
A smoldering smirk stretched his perfect lips. “In one thousand years of life, I’ve never heard words so fucking sweet,salus mea.”
“Sterling,” I whimpered, sagging into the tall pillar of his frame—surrendering to him.
Suddenly his hands came around to grip my ass, and he spun us around so that my backside faced his brothers. Parting my cheeks, he spread me wide enough to expose all of me.
“From this moment forward, no one fucks our princess’ cunt without a condom, not until she’s heavy with my babe. Do we have an understanding?”
Sterling’s voice crackled with authority, daring his brothers to challenge him. I twisted my neck to peer over my shoulder. Eros wore the smuggest grin and—fuck me—had his cock in his hand.
Corry hadn’t gotten his cock out yet, but he was rock hard, judging by the strain in his pants and the fact he was practically drooling. Which made sense. Though youngblood loved to watch, and Sterling and I were about to put on one hell of a show.
It was Vincent who stepped out of the pair of sweatpants he’d put on earlier, returning to his much more pleasing, naked state. Only when his huge cock sprang out, full and thick with hunger, I wasn’t as happy as I usually was to see it.
What in the bloody fuck was he doing?
My anxiety spiked when Vin turned to Eros and ripped his belt free from the loops of his camo pants.
