Show them I’m still here. I am rightfuckinghere. And I’m staying.
“Fine.”
Brynne squeals and immediately pulls out her phone. “Let me find a song!”
The Legacies whisper to each other.
Tori and Evie join Brynne to find whatever song I’m going to dance to, not that I care.
The Heirs watch me.
I drink the rest of my beer.
I look at each of them in turn.
Luther is an obvious no.
Killian is an obviousfuckno.
Thane—the last time we got close, he freaked out.
So I guess that leaves the Devil himself. “Roth.”
Calanthe’s jaw drops in shock.
Roth’s lips part as I walk over to where he’s seated, staring down athimfor once. “You good with this?” I put my hands on my hips and wait. So does everyone else. Something flashes in his eyes—not the fire, not the moonlight—but it’s gone in a blink. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he spreads his legs for me to step between, and thenWonderlandby Neoni starts playing on Brynne’s phone.
I step between his legs and maintain eye contact as I brush my fingers up his arms and rest my hands on his shoulders. He’s... warm. And strong. I trace his jaw, then run my fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter, but snap open when I crawlinto his lap, straddling his legs. Thane is close enough to Roth that I brush his thigh with mine. When I glance over to him, his eyes follow as I bring my hands down Roth’s chest, tracing down to his muscled stomach.
My touch turns into an exploration as I move my hips in his lap, pressing my breasts into his chest, running my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and pulling it gently until he’s looking up at me. I undo my hair, letting it cascade over my shoulder in a curtain that hides us from everyone else. And all along, he watches me as intensely as I watch him. I slip off his lap, sliding to my knees in front of him and arching my back as I run my hands down his stomach to the top of his thighs.
He spreads his legs farther apart and I stroke up his inner thighs, teasing him with a promise that will never be made. I stand slowly, turning my back on him, posting my hands on his knees and grinding my ass into his lap. I lean back into his chest and snake my hand around the back of his neck, tilting my head to brush his jaw with my nose. He exhales sharply on my skin as I writhe against him. When I look up, Luther and Killian are fixated on me, unblinking gazes full of naked hunger.
Something inside of me twists viciously when Killian and I lock eyes, and then I’m no longer dancing for Roth—I’m taunting Killian with everything he’ll never have again. I’m taunting Luther with the body he tried to break. As the song comes to an end, I turn back to Roth and lift his chin with my finger, bending down until our lips are a hair’s breadth apart.
I don’t know who moves first.
All I know is that I’m kissing Roth.
He’s kissing me.
And it might just be the best kiss I’ve ever had.
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ROTH
I don’t know who moves first.
All I know is I’m kissing Nyx.
And she’s kissing me back.
The taste of her on my tongue is?—
Not enough.
I draw her into me until her body is flush with mine again, until every point of contact between us burns.
