"Because he didn't deserve you." I pump my fingers, building her up with perfect cruelty. "He never knew what he had. He looked at you and saw an item there to serve him. Something to own. Something to hurt."
"Yes…"
"But I look at you and I seeeverything." I press my thumb to her clit, and she cries out, loud enough to echo. "I see the woman who survived years of hell and came out burning. I see the mother who threw herself into a frozen river without a second's hesitation. I see my future. My family. My whole fucking reason for existing."
Her blade clatters to the floor.
"I can't." She's shaking now, right at the edge, and I keep her there. "Tristan, please?—"
"Please what?"
"I need you."
"You have me." I twist my fingers, and she keens. "You will always have me."
"Inside me." She turns her head, and the raw hunger in her eyes almost makes me come in my pants like a teenager. "I need you inside me. Now.Please."
I arch a brow at her. "In front of him?"
"I want him to see." She reaches back, gripping my thighs tightly. "I want the last thing he ever sees is how you fuck me. I want him to die knowing that everything he tried to destroy is stillhere. That I was never his. That it was always you and me. That every time he touched me, I was thinking about you."
Jesus fucking Christ.
I spin her around so fast she gasps. Lift her onto the edge of the metal table, right next to the bowl of teeth, and slot myself between her thighs.
"Your wish," I growl, "is my fucking command."
I free myself with one hand, not bothering with finesse. Align myself with her entrance. Feel how soaked she is, and then I thrust home.
She screams.
I don't give her time to adjust. Don't give either of us time to think. I drive into her with a force that rocks the table, making the tools clatter, filling the room with the sound of skin against skin.
"Look at him." I grip her jaw, turning her face toward Calder. "Look at him while I fuck you."
The door opens.
I don't stop or slow down. Just glance over to see two familiar figures slip inside.
Aaron and Cat move like shadows, completely unsurprised by the scene they've walked into. They probably heard us from the hallway. Expected one kind of show and found something else entirely.
They don't seem to mind.
Aaron settles against the far wall and pulls Cat against his chest, arms wrapping around her waist like they're getting comfortable. Cat's head tips back against his shoulder, her eyes finding mine with the kind of dark amusement only she could manage in a room that smells like blood and sex.
My little voyeurs.
We all like the same shit. I learned that the night I met Aaron and Dom at Untamed—the same night that lit the fuse between Aaron and Cat.
Probably why we fit together so well. None of us are vanilla.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
It's just not who we are.
I don't acknowledge them beyond that glance. They know the rules.
"We have company," I murmur against Keira's lips, my hips never breaking rhythm.
