Ezekial’s arms tighten around me, Kane’s hand lingers on my hip, my cheek against his bare chest.
At least I won’t have to face them when I say what I need to.
“I need to apologise.” The words tumble out in a breath. “I’m sorry about last night. What I did.”
Silence, and… confusion.
Oh no.
Do they not remember? Is that what happens when they succumb to the dark?
Fuck.
I puff out my cheeks, releasing a slow breath as I ease myself out of their touches and sit up. I stare straight ahead, at the bedroom door, refusing to look at them.
“I’m sorry if I went too far.” My fingers tighten around the cover. “If you don’t remember what happened, I can show you. But I swear, I did what I thought would help—”
“We remember.” Ezekial’s voice is soft, pleased even.
My heart skips as I turn to look at him. He’s watching me through half-lidded eyes, silver and sleepy, but there’s no disappointment in that gaze. Only hunger. Wonder. The warm trail of his fingers against my right thigh confirms it.
A hand settles on my left hip, cold and firm, using just enough pressure to pull me back down beneath the covers.
“We remember everything,” Ezekial murmurs, eyes fixed on me.
“I need reminding.” Kane’s voice rumbles.
I slowly turn to him.
His dark gaze studies me, every inch of my face, before dropping to my lips. His other hand lifts, fingers threading into the back of my hair with a revere that feels… new.
Dangerous.
I lay completely still, staring at Kane, at the soft hunger in his dark gaze that never leaves my mouth. He leans in, just enough to graze my lips with his breath.
“Remind me,” he whispers.
But he doesn’t move any closer. He leaves it to me to take this step.
There’s no doubt this man controls the dark, because one look into his obsidian eyes, and I fold.
I press my lips to his. And Goddesses, the way hemelts.
I feel his slow surrender, the way his brows pinch, the softest frown of disbelief as his lips move with mine so slow and gentle—hesitant, like this isn’t real.
His hand slips from my hair to my spine, pulling me closer until we’re chest to chest, breath to breath.
And then Ezekial.
His arms slip back around my waist, his mouth grazing my throat, trailing up to my ear. “You have the power to ground us,” he murmurs as Kane’s kisses deepen. “And make us feral.”
His hold tightens, pulling me back, closer to him. Kane growls—a low warning, before claiming my mouth again, harder. Hungrier.
Ezekial laughs unbothered, amused. “My brother can be a bit possessive,” he murmurs against my cheek. “Struggles with sharing.” His fingers brush my ribs. “We’ll teach him.”
Kane’s hand slips lower, dangerouslylow, and I squeeze my thighs together, trapping it. His frustrated growl hums through me, then his tongue is in my mouth, stealing my breath, and I struggle to keep my legs together.
“But he’ll listen to you,” Ezekial breathes in my ear, knuckles brushing the underside of my breast. “He’ll always listen to you.”
