My breath caught.
Zane growled quietly under his breath. Zeke instinctively reached for me but stopped himself, jaw tight. Oren’s shadows whipped so fiercely that the crystals flickered.
Nathan lifted my chin gently. “Reverie…who?”
Heat flashed through my cheeks. Through my whole body.
“Nathan—”
He cut me off with a kiss.
Not soft by any stretch of imagination and definitely not soothing.
Claiming.
His mouth took mine in a hot, hungry rush that stole the ground from beneath me. My knees weakened, and he caught me, slipping an arm around my lower back as if he’s been waiting—aching—for an excuse to hold me like this.
A sound escaped me—desperate, helpless—and the others reacted instantly.
Jet’s hand clenched my hip tightly. Zeke moved behind me, his fingers lightly brushing my neck. Zane’s touch on my spine sent a warm rush to my stomach. Oren’s hand rested on my wrist, and he pressed his lips to my pulse, checking that I’m alive.
Nathan pulled back just barely, lips grazing mine, breath shaking. “Tell us what happened…” he murmured, voice a low, dangerous promise…
“…after.”
His mouth crashed into mine again—and the world dissolved into heat, breath, hands, shadows, fire, lightning, ice.
And I fall into all of them at once.
Nathan doesn’t kiss me softly. There’s nothing gentle or sweet about the way his mouth claimed mine—it’s all heat and desperation, more of a collision than a meeting.
His hand fisted in my hair, tipping my head back just enough that his lips crashed against mine with bruising intensity.
His tongue swept into my mouth, deep, hungry, tasting me like he’d been starving for years. He groaned against my lips—a low, rough sound that vibrated straight through me—and the sound breaks something open inside my chest.
I kissed him back just as fiercely.
I missed this man…allmy men with an ache that encompassed my entire soul.
My fingers gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, dragging him down into me, and our teeth clashed—sharp, electric—sparking a jolt of pleasure so sudden it tore a soft sound from my throat.
He growled at that… actuallygrowled.
His other hand moved to my jaw, thumb stroking once before he positioned my mouth just how he wanted it, deepening the kiss until it felt like he was trying to breathe me deep inside him.
I felt a nip on my neck, and another hand unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it away from my body.
Nathan’s tongue tangled with mine—slow at first, then harder, urgent, needy. His breath mingled with mine, hot and unsteady, as he devoured every inch of my mouth like it was a promise he’s waited too long to claim.
He bit my lower lip—sharp, deliberate—and I gasped again.
He answered that gasp by catching my mouth in another fierce, consuming kiss, so full of teeth and tongue and unrestrained want that my knees buckle?—
—and he held me up as if he’d never let go.
A warm hand slid up my side—Jet. His touch is slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of my waist as if he were mappingout where he wanted to hold me next. His breath brushed my ear, sending a shiver through me.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, low and rough. “Let us steady you.”
