Rowan hadn’t missed me. His home. My home was under attack.
‘Ezra’s with you.’Rowan’s mental voice grunted like he’d been punched while talking to me. ‘Make him an opening.’
I managed to turn my frustration into a husky growl. My Prophet watched. My family watched. If I was going to make an opening, I couldn’t give up the game; I had to play along. I took in Quinn, like the meal my ex-Prophet wanted me to feast on, and let my palm rest on her warm skin.
Chapter 41
Quinn
Heatcrawledovermyskin, sinking into muscle and marrow. Every twitch made the ropes bite and caress at once, each knot sending a pulse of pleasure through me. I’d never been this high, this needy. It was better than whispers, hunger, and the endless guilt that had become my life. I tried to move my hands, and my bindings moved with them. I moaned, cheeks burning. Wrong. So wrong. And still, my body begged for more.
Between one blink and the next, Cayden appeared in front of me, buck naked with his thick, hard dick straining between his legs. He pushed against my breastbone, lowering me to the bed so he could straddle me.
My heart stumbled. His eyes were Cayden’s, but everything else was… off. Corrupted.
“No. This isn’t what I want.” I struggled against the bindings. My unbound legs thrashed as my body argued that we wanted exactly this. More of exactly this. “You’re not really Cayden. I abandoned Cayden.I left him. I’m a shit friend. You don’t want to have anything to do with me.”
Cayden’s eyes watered, and he cupped my cheek. I flinched back, expecting pain. Instead, my best friend’s calm washed across me. The same feeling when he linked our ankles together under the table or let me fall asleep on his shoulder filled me with comfort.
I still didn’t believe it.
I wrenched back. “No. This is a trick.”
The not-Cayden ran his hand to the back of my neck and fisted my hair. “It’s me, Quinn. I’m here to save you, but right now, I need to play along. We’re being watched.”
Not-Cayden doubled, and the room spun with the drugs coursing through my system. “Prove it.”
He brought his lips to my ear but didn’t kiss me. “How dense are you, my special runt?”
His words should have hurt, but I felt him smile against the side of my face. He’d used dense and special to describe me when we first met. They’d been insults once, but they were ours; a frayed lifeline yanking me back to reality. Relief slammed into me, and massive tears ran down my cheeks.
If Cayden thought I was worth saving, maybe I was.
Cayden kissed my ear and ran his tongue along the outside. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. My tears dried, and my toes curled.
“They expect me to fuck, not talk.” Cayden ran a hand down my side and expertly plucked a silk rope. A trio of knots vibrated, and my hips bucked in response. “I need to pull out whatever they drugged you with, and you need to be ready.”
For what? I must not have verbalized the question because he didn’t answer.
He plucked the rope again. I trembled as the knots vibrated with it. Yes, slipped out before I could catch it, soaked in need.
Cayden kissed down my body before spreading my legs and lying on his stomach. He paused with his mouth inches from devouring my sex, but still not touching me.
Drugs ran rampant through my system, and ropes I hadn’t asked for bound me. I shouldn’t want more. But I did. Cayden reached under my hips, urging me to crush his head with my thighs. Slowly, I brought them up, hiding his face from view.
His breath brushed my clit before moving to my thigh. He kissed my skin once before his tongue danced across it. A straight line joined a curve with a slash. It took a sluggish heartbeat to realize he drew a rune with his tongue.
With my legs up, the knots rubbed and rubbed. Liquid heat washed through me. I panted and mewled like a cat in heat.
He connected the last line, and painful fire burned through my veins, making me scream. A sharper pain dug into the inside of my thigh. I looked down to see his teeth sunk into my skin, disguising the pain of his magic.
My head cleared, though the heat running along my body didn’t ease. Cayden covered me with his solid frame. He bit my neck and sucked, continuing the show while hiding as much of me as possible.
The world stopped spinning. The stars above came into focus. Mirrors all around reflected the twinkling bobbles with us, intertwined with the blood red of the sheets. Cayden bit my neck a final time and kissed up. His very hard erection dragged across my hip, and sparks literally crackled in the air above us.
“Ezra needs an opening,” he said so softly.
Ezra was here too. Hope filled my heart. Although the ropes still felt too good, with the drugs gone, my brain was taking control of my hormones. Why had Cayden told me Ezra needed an opening?
