Lulled by that sound. By the air vibrating between them.
The way Giaus’ throat rumbled and danced, singing for Renegade as she lay boneless across his chest. Her cunt oozing slick, wasting precious moisture as she wept for that melody. The muscles of her lower back twitching… bunching in a rhythm that hinted at the purest sort of contentment. A thing that might have been displayed in the sailing arch of a flicking tail, had she such a thing to display.
Instead, she could do little more than drool.
Her eyes open but vacant. No longer shivering with the mark of ill health, Giaus’ large hand was pressed to the back of her skull. Keeping one ear pressed to his chest as he uttered that perplexing drone, he petted her with a careful attention Sinadim would have thought impossible after tasting the violence Giaus’ was capable of inflicting.
A giant unafraid to purr for a lowly Hathorian breeder.
That sound was infectious, for Sinadim felt an answering rumble deep in his chest. A rising bubble he fought to burst, even as he was wracked with violent tremors. Plagued by the killing fever as it settled deep into his bones, aching where he couldn’t scratch. Where he couldn’t do much of anything but hope… watch… gorging himself on the bounty that was Giaus and his Renegade.
He slept.
And when he could manage to lift his lids once more, it was to the sight of rolling hips and stretched, pale flesh. Flesh that slid against his own in their cramped prison, for he’d lost the battle against gravity on that slippery granite floor. Feet braced against the far wall, his entire left side pressed against the blistering heat of feral muscle.
Naked and hot.
That throbbing purr played havoc with Sinadim’s senses.
Overlong legs spread, Giaus’ tail was pinned beneath Sinadim’s calf. A detail that stuck, despite the lewd display of shameless fucking. The writhing limbs and the scent of wanting, laced with the sourness of the virus working so deep inside.
Renegade was spread and stuffed—Sinadim could see it in exquisite detail. Could reach out and touch… press against the flexing wink of her back entrance, if he were bold enough to risk his own life. Daring enough to ready her for his desperate, aching need…
His cock pulsed where it was held behind tattered laces and damp leather, a burst of seed spilling at the thought of having her like that. Of pinning Giaus beneath them both as he showed other what it was to be a prince. Third in line to the Sultan’s throne.
Helpless to stop, drunk of the fumed of so taboo a thrill, Sinadim’s hand slipped down. Bumping over ribs, the ridges of taut abdominal muscles, and the point of his hips, he tore himself free. Palmed the heavy pulse beating in his cock and stroked it,hard. From tip to aching base, he worked his shaft and watched Renegade ride.
On top.
Her breasts swaying with the gentle rocking, Giaus let her work. Indulging her in a manner Sinadim himself had never thought to allow.
The fever pillaged his restraint, leaving him pliant to his base needs.
Here, in the dark where none could see.
Where he was nothing.
Heedless of the danger Giaus posed, he fisted his base and stopped his knot before it swelled. Knowing just how to drag this out, to make it last.
It seemed impossible, watching her like that. The slow roll of her hips as she ground herself against that dark nest of curls, her movements not her own. She was enslaved to that purr. Dancing at Giaus’ whim, rippling over his length. Winding ever tighter as his song rose in pitch. And then her head fell back. Her chin drifting to the side, she exposed her throat and submitted in a graceful curl of sinew and muscle.
Eye contact.
It electrified him, pushing the killing fever back. Thirst forgotten, just for a moment. Long enough that Sinadim was caught in those empty black pools and fell in deep. A willing victim. One fist working his length, the other milking his knot despite the ache of sickness chewing on his spine, he watched Renegade come apart.
Neither blinking, until her eyes rolled back. A soundless scream stretching her lips wide as they might go, her every movement held precious as she shuddered around Giaus’ cock. Keening… body begging for more…
He savored every second.
It wasn’t the sounds that set him off. The sordid wet squelch of female flesh gushing cream as her orgasm rippled through her abdomen.
Wasn’t the scent of slick screaming for him to taste and surrender to the rut. The unconscious demand that he lose himself just once more before Giaus made a wreath of his entrails.
And it wasn’t that he was touching the most dangerous male he’d ever laid eyes on. Thigh to thigh with luxurious, prickling heat of a male he was bound to.
It was the complete surrender Giaus had bought with a purr. Enslaving a creature like Renegade with so simple a trick—one he ached to try. His throat twitching around a song meant to drive her into his arms, despite that it was wrong. That there would be consequences for what he’d done. That he’d sullied the purity of the blood running through his veins.
Blood to blood to blood.
