“Give it time,” Voren murmurs from the foot of the bed, though his eyes aren’t as glacial as his tone suggests.
“She’s had time,” Dastian counters, tightening his hold on me possessively. “She died and came back, and she’s still cuddling the disaster zone. I think she likes the heat.”
“I like that you’re a portable radiator,” I correct, yawning as the heavy blanket of exhaustion pulls me back under. “Don’t read into it.”
“Too late,” he whispers against my hair.
After that, I’m unable to sleep. I roll away from him, trying to get comfortable again, but the moment is gone. I sit up and stretch, feeling for the aspects of the slayer that I’ve lived with for so long, and I find them, but they are both more and less. It’s hard to describe, and I don’t want to unpack what that means yet.
“Not yet,” Dastian murmurs, pulling me back towards him and then lifting me to straddle him. He is rock hard, and it sends a shot of lust careening through me. His hands trail up my skin under the tee, pushing it up until he is cupping my breasts.
“I want to fuck these,” he murmurs, a wicked glint in his eye.
“Titty fuck? When you can get the real thing? Insulting.”
“Who said I wasn’t going to take your cunt as well, slayer?” he growls, his expression turning darker. “This is just the appetiser.”
He rolls me onto my back and drags me down the bed, shoving my tee up around my neck. I leave it here. I look like a desperate whore, and that’s just fine by me.
He unzips his pants as Voren and Dreven watch, riveted.
“Push them together,” Dastian rasps, straddling me.
I do as I’m told, shoving the mounds together.
He spits on me, creating a lube that should gross me out, but instead, the filthy action makes it hotter.
He slots himself between my tits and grinds, the hot, heavy length of him sliding between them. The noise he makes is filthy, delighted, and I feel it in my stomach.
“Gorgeous,” he rasps. “Tighter.”
I squeeze tighter. He thrusts, slow at first, then faster. My nipples peak in the cool air, and the obscene slurp of spit and skin goes straight to my clit.
I open up, tongue out. He drags the head over my mouth, smearing pre-cum across my tongue.
“Say please.”
“Please,” I grit out, because I’m shameless now and he knows it.
He feeds me the tip. I suck, hard, and the sound he makes is pure worship. He rocks, fucking the tight channel of my breasts, nudging my lips every other stroke. I chase him with my tongue, wanting to taste him. His hand comes up to my throat, not choking, just holding me still while he fucks me in this way.
Voren moves closer at the foot of the bed, blue eyes bright with frost and hunger. Dreven’s presence is a cold line along my flank, his shadows licking my ribs.
“Look at you,” Dreven murmurs, voice a blade against silk. “Our greedy girl, letting Chaos use her.”
“Fuck this,” Dastian croaks and scoots back to push my legs further apart.
He buries his face between my thighs like he’s starving. The first lick is obscene. Broad, hot, and indecent. I jolt, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
Dastian sucks my clit, and I forget all words.
Voren’s fingertips ghost over my ribs, cold trailing heat. “Breathe,” he instructs, voice a frost-bitten caress. I do, because he tells me to and because Dastian has me right on the precipice with a wicked curl of tongue and two fingers that slide into me like they were cast for the job.
Dreven’s shadow cuffs my wrists above my head. Not tight. Just there. His hand skates down my throat, cold under my jaw.
“Come for him,” Dreven orders softly, shadows humming with his command. “Then I will take your mouth while he ruins your ability to beg.”
“Oh, my gods,” I gasp, and Dastian laughs against my cunt, the vibration tipping everything. The edge hits like a tidal surge, and I go with it, clenching around his fingers so hard he swearsand rides me through. Pleasure tears me open and pours me out, slick, messy, undone.
