They writhed together as another orgasm took her. Then another, and another. Bliss consumed her like a wildfire in a drought-stricken forest, stealing her breath and all coherent thought.
She lost count of the episodes of ecstasy that racked her body, but Blade remained inside her the entire time. Kissing her neck when she gasped for a breath between orgasms and then holding her tightly when she had another. He surged against her every time she came, sometimes slowly, languidly, easing her through her peak. Other times, he thrust wildly, wringing pleasure out of her as he climaxed again.
“Holy shit,” she breathed against his shoulder as she came down from the latest orgasm. Her legs flopped open, her muscles too weak to support them. She couldn’t even lift her arms to hug him. “That…that was amazing.” She swallowed dryly between panting breaths. “No wonder you guys never have a shortage of dates.”
His mouth curved into a slow smile dripping with male pride. And he did, in fact, have much to be proud about.
“Females do love us,” he said, his voice low and post-sex husky.
“And now I see why.” She might have to find herself a Sem of her own. “Maybe I should be hanging out at Underworld General. I think half the world’s Sem population works there.”
“You need to stay away from incubi.” He rolled to the side, taking her with him. “We’re all horny assholes.”
True. But she knew many Seminus demons, and for the most part, they were decent, loyal, and dedicated to their work.
“Is that why you’re still inside me?” She reached up and brushed a lock of dark hair off his forehead. “Do you need more?”
“I don’t…needit.” His cheeks burned red, which was adorable. “I just don’t want this to end.”
Her heart stuttered at his admission. She didn’t want it to end, either.
Back when the three of them had taken the oath, it had been hard, at first, to watch them pursue other females. She’d even walked in onthem in the middle of banging some of them, which had been like pinpricks in her heart.
But she’d gotten over it. All those pinpricks became protective scars, and for years now, she’d understood that friendship was all they could ever have.
Now, something had changed for her. Something new stirred, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to let go of the feeling quite yet.
“Scotty?” Blade pressed a lingering kiss onto her forehead. “I’m sorry your first time was…this.”
Was he kidding? This was better than she could ever have hoped for. She’d thought she’d go on a date or two with Jon, or Skoll, or anyone whowasn’tBlade or Mace, and they’d have hot sex, but a hella awkward time after that.
“This was perfect, Blade.”
She rested her head on his shoulder, growing gradually more aware of the mud on her skin, the rocks stabbing her bones, and the chill in the damp air. An imaginary timer started, too, one that ticked down the few remaining minutes they would ever have like this. The last seconds of—
“I’m worried about Mace,” Blade said softly.
Yep, there it was. Back to reality. An uncertain reality because, like it or not, things were different. And yet, nothing could change.
“Mace is in the best hands,” she assured him. “We’ll see him soon.”
“I know.” Blade withdrew, formally breaking their connection and leaving her feeling…empty. He sat up to gather her scattered clothes. “That’s not what I meant.”
Oh. He meant the sex. Her gut did a slow roll of dread. “He’ll be okay with it,” she insisted. He would. “You’ll see.”
“He’llsayhe’s okay. And he might even understand.” Blade dragged his hand down his face, looking suddenly tired. “But deep inside, he’ll blame me for not injecting myself sooner, or for losing my pack. I only left it behind that once, but he’s always jumping my shit when I take it off. It’ll fester. You know how he is.”
Yeah, she did. Mace didn’t let much get to him, but when it finally did, he was completely irrational, and he didn’t calm down for her the way Blade did. He’d say he was cool with something, but then, someday down the road, maybe even years later, he’d randomly explode over something small, and all his anger would erupt. And it was destructive. To himself and everyone around him.
Blade laid her clothes on a relatively dry boulder. “Maybe weshouldn’t say anything.”
If only it were that easy. “He can read us like books, Blade.”
“Yeah, but he can’t read us if there’s nothingtoread. Nothing has changed between us. We’re still friends. This was a one-off, and it won’t happen again.”
No, it wouldn’t, but she didn’t like how the finality of his words made her chest tighten. “We have to tell him. There can never be secrets between us.”
There was silence, broken only by the drip of water from the cave ceiling. Then, finally, “I know.”
