She didn’t need me.
She might say she wanted me now, but later…?
I couldn’t imagine she’d see any value in keeping me around.
Which meant I should treasure the time I had with her.
When I shadow-stepped up to Izzy’s room, she wasn’t there… and the room was blasted to hell.
For an instant I thought she might have been killed… till I felt her through our bond.
My shock and horror at seeing her room destroyed was tempered, knowing she was okay. She didn’t seem upset.
In fact… she seemed aroused.
And she was close.
I stepped into the adjoining bathroom, which was untouched, then into the next room, not even bothering to wonder who might live there. Izzy was there. That’s all I cared about. Her heady arousal drew me to her.
But I stopped one step into the room, stunned.
Izzy was wrapped in the arms of an incubus, their lips fused in lust, her scent of arousal billowed around them. She moaned as his hand massaged her chest over her dress.
My dick went rock hard even as my fury rose.
“Izzy!” I hissed. “What the hell are you doing?”
IZZY
If I hadn’t already seenRook’s penis, I might have assumed incubi didn’t have dicks and all they had to do was touch you to overwhelm you with bliss. His lips were a sinful delight. His hands over my dress urged every part of me to sizzling pleasure. He hadn’t even touched skin, and my nipples could cut glass, my vagina drooling like a teething child.
“Izzy! What the hell are you doing?”
Myel’s voice barely registered through the haze of decadent lust Rook had instilled in me. It was Myel’s raging emotions through our bond which slammed into me, jerking me back from Rook.
“Myel!” I gasped.
I should have felt ashamed or embarrassed or something, but I didn’t. Rook had been comforting me, helping me forget the horrors of my life, and he’d done it so very well. All I felt was blissfully serene.
I held out a hand to my bonded with a sloppy smile on my face. “Join us.”
I wasn’t sure where that had come from, only that Iwanted more of what I’d been having. And I had a suspicion that Rook and Myel together — a lust demon and my bonded — would nuke my mind.
Myel blinked at me, stunned, confused, angry.
Rook sighed. “Ah, so this is the one you’re bonded to?” He didn’t seem upset at being interrupted, nor particularly perturbed by me being bonded to a beastfolk. “Makes sense.” He cocked his head. “And he’s pretty too.”
Something brushed my mind, some outside thought, an image: the three of us together, but from Rook’s point of view. I was squished between the two men, Myel in front, Rook behind and they were doing their best to make me scream myself hoarse.
Wow…
That potent image filled my thoughts, distracting me from Myel and keeping me from wondering too hard where it had come from.
Myel, however, was pissed. Through the bond I felt him settle on anger as he stalked toward Rook.
Myel swung a fist in rage and Rook deftly blocked, grabbing Myel’s wrist and twisting till the shifter hissed in pain, kneeling on the floor.
“Let me go you man-slut!” Myel growled.
