Rhyland's answering growl is a rumble of pure lust, his hand tightening on my thigh in a grip that's sure to leave bruises. "You're playing with fire, Angel. Keep this up, and I won't be held responsible for my actions."
I grin, "Well then, hot stuff, it looks like you've got your work cut out for you. Better find a way to douse these flames, 'cause right now? I'm a regular ol' fire hazard."
It's a dance of dominance and submission, a push and pull of passion and provocation that never fails to leave me breathless and aching for more.
And fuck, if I don't love every single second of it.
Rhyland
38
The more Ilearn about Dani and all her filthy little fantasies, the more it blows my fucking mind and sets me on fire. Every time she reveals a new kink, my cock gets so hard it could cut diamonds. I want to give her everything she craves and then some, even if it means going against every possessive, alpha instinct that's hardwired into my DNA.
Twice now, this kinky little scenario has reared its head—first in her dream, and then when I caught her getting wet watching Faderyn get railed and decided to make her come so hard, she saw stars. Fuck me, that night is seared into my brain like a brand.
And just last night, when Lucian watched us, did I feel even a hint of shame or embarrassment through our bond? Hell no. What I felt was pure, raw, fucking arousal pouring off her in waves. I can't help but smirk, realizing I've struck gold with this filthy, wild, insatiable little vixen I get to call mine. What I wouldn't give to pry open that dirty mind of hers and see every depraved, naughty fantasy she's hiding in there. It'd be like the kinky fucking cherry on top of the dirtiest sundae imaginable.
But I'm a patient man. I know these things have a way of unfolding, and with me pushing all her naughtiest buttons, this game will be the highlight of my entire existence.
After knocking back enough drinks to drown a damn elephant, hashing out our next moves, and heading back to our Inn, Dani pulls her usual stunt. She bats those golden eyes at me, begging me to bunk with my brothers for the night, so she and Seraphina can have some goddamn "girl time." She's determined to make sure Seraphina feels all cozy and comfortable. In the end, I cave like a fucking house of cards, helpless against those swirling golden eyes and the way she kisses me like she'strying to devour me whole. She leaves me with a raging hard-on and an ache in my balls that I know won't quit until I'm buried inside her again.
So here I am, stuck in a room beside the girls with my brothers. Lucian won't shut up about Seraphina. "Bro, can you fucking believe this? Did you see her? She's so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at her."
Erik stares at him, his face as blank as a freshly wiped ass. "Yes, Lucian. You've mentioned it once or twice... or a dozen times."
I take a look around our temporary room. It's not the fucking Ritz, but it'll do for a few days. The room is spacious, with a window that looks out over the sea. It's got an authentic Caribbean vibe, with walls painted in soothing shades of teal and furniture made of white-washed wood. The salty tang of the ocean breeze mingles with the faint scent of rum and the sweet, fruity aroma of the flowers blooming in the lush foliage that spills from a small table in the center of the room. Two queen-sized beds take up opposite sides of the space, with a couch that's seen better days shoved up against one wall. There's a bathroom that's barely bigger than a fucking broom closet and some dressers that have probably been around since the dawn of time.
I flop on the couch and kick my feet up on the table, fixing Lucian with a look. "So, what's the plan, Romeo? How are you going to convince your Juliet to accept the mating bond? Because right now, it seems like she'd rather chew off her own arm than let you put a mark on her."
Lucian gets this shit-eating grin on his face like he's about to drop the most profound fucking wisdom of the century. "Oh, I've got a plan, my brother. A foolproof, panty-dropping, angel-seducing plan that'll have her begging to be my mate faster than you can say 'holy matrimony.'"
Erik and I exchange a look, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes. This should be good.
I think back to when I first laid eyes on Dani. I was a stubborn bastard, fighting tooth and nail against the idea that she could be my mate. But eventually, even I couldn't deny the truth anymore. I embraced my alpha instincts and took a chance, claiming her as mine. Dani, being the perfect little submissive, melted under my dominance and control, accepting me as her mate. But Lucian? He's a different breed altogether. He's not known for his alpha tendencies or his ability to dominate. No, he's more of a smooth-talker, a charmer who can talk his way out of any situation. It might work on Seraphina, but it will be one hell of a show to watch.
"I'm gonna take my sweet time with her, you know, test the waters..." Lucian trails off, running his fingers through his hair with a smirk that screams 'I'm a cocky bastard.' "But before all that, I gotta say my mea culpas for the whole 'almost turning your girl into a juice box' fiasco. Let's just say I wasn't exactly playing with a full deck, if you know what I mean."
I nod, my jaw clenching tight. "I know that, and I accept your apology. But first things first, you son of a bitch." I stand up and stalk over to Lucian, who stands his ground like the cocky bastard he is, ready for whatever I'm about to do. I wrap my arms around him in a fierce hug, squeezing him so hard I swear I hear his ribs creak. "Welcome back, brother."
Lucian tenses up at first as if expecting a knife in the back. But then he's hugging me back, his arms tight around me. "Aww, I missed you too, you big softie. No homo, though."
I pull back, looking him dead in the eye with a smile that's all teeth and no warmth. He grins back at me, and then I twist his neck with a sickening crack, watching as he crumples to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. "That's payback, asshole."
I step over his lifeless body and sit back down on the couch, propping my feet up on the table like I'm the fucking king of the castle. Erik's deep, rumbling laugh fills the room, and I can't help but flash him a grin.
"Was that really necessary?" Erik asks from his spot by the window—his arms crossed. He looks out over the sea with a smirk on his face.
Before I can answer, he shakes his head. "Never mind. Knowing Lucian and his bullshit, I'm gonna go with a 'hell yes' on that one."
Danica
39
"Seraphina, I know this is hard to wrap your pretty little head around, but it's the real deal, honey," I slur, the alcohol making my tongue looser than usual. "I don't have all the answers, but I know that Lucian is your mate. Don't you feel... I don't know... something? Anything? A tingle? A spark? A sudden urge to rip his clothes off and have your wicked way with him?"
We're in our cozy little room next to the guys. The soft glow of the oil lamp casts warm shadows on the walls. The open window lets in a gentle sea breeze, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant sound of waves crashing against the docks.
"It's unheard of," Seraphina spats, her voice tinged with disbelief and disgust. "It goes against everything we've been taught, everything we've been protecting ourselves against—the darkness. Their kind—their species drain us, kill us…"
