Unintentionally, I traveled as I focused on her. Her hunger sang to me. My shadows shrouded me in darkness, keeping me out of view. I assumed I’d find her silently getting herself off to thoughts of me based on the intense emotions she emitted through the bond. Excitement lit through me at the thought of joining her from a distance. My palm slid over the bulge protruding from my cargo pants.
When I found her silvery hair reflecting the moonlight, I didn’t expect to see her kneeling opposite my cousin…naked in the woods. She stared at him as if he were…well, me.
My nostrils flared, and the anger boiling beneath the surface of my skin had me ready to act now, but I couldn’t look away. I watched as my Twin Soul betrayed me. Betrayed us. Our future together.
My heart might as well have been pierced repeatedly by my own shadows. I couldn’t breathe past the hurt. It didn’t seem possible anymore, but it felt like the threads weaving my soul together were being unraveled with each kiss and naked touch.
Snapping out of it, I shoved the emotion away, dominating the soul bond that begged to keep me shackled.
I should’ve killed Slate years ago, when I first suspected his feelings for her had been more than mere protection.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of seeing the two of them together again. Witnessing their first kiss all those years ago had driven me over the edge, had driven me to give her up when I should’ve held on harder and fought for her.
Gray was mine, and this time, I would ensure that the two of them didn’t fucking forget it.
I forced myself to stay and watch the whole way through, letting my anger soar to its peak. I couldn’t tell if I was more shocked by their audacity or more outraged by their betrayal. But I wanted them to know, when the time came, that I knew about this tryst.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Gray
“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” I whispered, frowning at Slate.
He laughed, tilting his head back as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I hope you mean that. It’s going to be”—he paused, keeping his voice low enough not to be overheard, seeming to ponder on the correct word to use—“different.”
My eyebrows peaked upward, wondering what he meant by that.
“Come here.” Slate’s voice dropped a few octaves lower, his eyes hardening, demanding I comply. “But crawl to me.”
My lower stomach clenched, and my breath hitched, but I found myself crawling to close the small space between us from where I knelt in the dirt and leaves. A thrill shot through me at the fact that my fully exposed body was there for anyone to see. I looked up at him, holding myself up on all fours.
Slate thumbed my bottom lip, nudging me to rise up on my knees. He buried his head beneath my hair, nipping and licking my neck again. A moan rose in my chest and climbed up my throat, but Slate slapped his palm over my mouth to silence me before it reached the night air.
His clothes needed to go. I needed to feel him again. It had been too long since I’d felt his skin against mine. Excitement warred through me, wondering what his intentions had in store. With unsteady hands, I grappled with his cloak, shoving it off his shoulders before moving along to the hem of his shirt as he worked his lips across my collarbone. He only broke free from my skin when I had to pull his top over his head, then impatiently returned to my chest and worked his way down to swipe his tongue around my hardened nipple.
I gasped, arching my back into him, making him cradle me tighter. His lips kissed and suckled on my sensitive skin, just before he clenched his front teeth gently around it. Jolts of desire fired from my head to my toes. Biting my bottom lip to keep quiet, I dug my nails into his back to keep myself steady as he massaged my nipple with his tongue.
Slate moved to the opposite nipple, just before his fingertip began circling my clit. Gently, he worked his finger inside me, getting reacquainted with my body and allowing me to open up for him. With no warning, he slipped in a second finger. Meanwhile, his lips and tongue never stopped the continuous motions on my nipples.
I rocked against his hand, needing more, but every time I did, he’d slow his fingers and start to pull them out.
“Tonight,” Slate whispered against my skin, his voice husky, “I worship my queen the way I always wanted to.” Then, he lifted his head to brush a kiss against my lips just before driving inside my pussy at an intense pace with his fingers.
My mouth widened, a scream threatening to break the peaceful night. Slate snatched his fingers from inside me, shoving them between my lips instead. “Suck on them.”
I licked myself from his skin, sucking his fingers further into my mouth, wishing they were his cock.
Slate licked his lips before laying me on my back on the ground. His pants still hung around his waist. I waited as he pushed the remaining clothing down to his ankles and stepped out of them, myanticipation climbing higher each moment I didn’t have him inside me. “Turn around and get back on your hands and knees for me.”
I did as he asked. A breeze wafted by, caressing the skin along my back and chilling the wetness between my legs. Slate’s tongue traced up my spine, further adding to the pebbling of my skin and the shiver following it. “You may not be mine. But just for tonight, you belong to me,” he whispered in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and sucking on it.
He pulled away, and I wanted to whimper in his absence. Just before my protest, his mouth pressed against my pussy, his tongue diving inside. I moaned, unable to stop it.
In response, Slate removed his mouth and slapped my pussy. “Quiet, Princess.” Already, I felt swollen and ready, and I needed him to relieve the pressure. “You promise to stay quiet?” he asked, massaging my pussy from where he’d just slapped it.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“That’s a good girl,” he muttered as he lowered his mouth to finish what he’d started. “I’ve missed the way you taste.” He licked, sucked, and spread me wide as he feasted on me until my arms threatened to give way. My fingers dug into the softened soil.
