It’s bad enough that they’re here. It’s worse that they want toattackme.
“I hope you have a good reason,” I say, “because it’ll take a lot to convince me.”
Talon’s watching me the entire time.
“It’s a good enough reason,” he says, “as long as you want it to be.”
He reaches out, grabs my hand, and pulls me onto the couch.
“The world might burn,” he whispers, “but at least we finally got there.”
“Got where?”
“To the point where you can’t use the ‘I need power’ excuse anymore.” His fingers pinch my chin. “Now, if you want to get fucked, you need to admit you just want it.”
The grin he throws me is pure wickedness.
My mouth opens, then closes. That is so not helping. But also… it is. Helps to tune the crows out. One moment my heart is racing with panic over how deep in shit we are; the next, my hands are around Talon’s neck and I’m thinking about his cum still spilling from my pussy.
“You’re so unserious right now,” I whisper.
“Maybe,” he murmurs back. “But it looks to me like the crows aren’t going anywhere. Finding a solution might take a while. Your powers are pretty much gone, and…” He smirks. “You’re stuck here. With us.”
“That’s some perspective.”
“One that I like very much.” His hands slide to my ass and grab a handful. “She doesn’t need our cocks to get stronger, guys. Turns out she just really likes mine.”
I glance back.
Cassian’s eyes are locked on us.
Nathaniel’s staring at my ass, mouth slightly open.
I wonder if he’s thinking about my fear of him—how he implied earlier that my caution, back when I first turned human, had hurt him. Does it still hurt now, when my lips part and every thought slips from my head?
“There are no wraiths out there yet,” Talon whispers. “We’ve got supplies for a while. And I think we all need a little lovin’ after what those bad, bad crows did to us.”
Cassian’s gaze drags from my face to my hands around Talon’s neck, then down the curve of my back. His jaw flexes once, twice, like he’s tasting the moment. Then he nods. Sharp. Uncompromising.
“If that’s what Skye wants,” he says, voice low, rough.
Fuck.
Heat crawls down my throat and chest.
I look at Nathaniel.
My fingertips tingle.
“Seems like I’m stuck with some bad men, huh?” I taunt softly. “You’re so selfish you’d just—what? Want to fuck me? Even now?”
His eyes widen. I think I’ve hit the nerve I wanted. I know what he’s done. I know what he is. A part of me will always be afraid of him. But right now… I want him.
“You’d let us?” he asks finally. “If we all wanted to?”
My hands stay on Talon’s neck, but my pulse betrays me, hammering so hard I know Nathaniel can hear it.
Three serial killers might just share me.
