Seeing Damien and Malakai together just made me realize how much they had missed each other, a bond of brothers. Who knew what they both had been through all their lives and they had been separated all these years?
Damien gave me a sly smile, his voice smooth. “True, but especiallyGwendolyn. She is my favorite in this room.”
“Isn’t she for us all?” Xavier asked and pressed a kiss on my wrist.
We all continued our dinner, the silence almost unbearable.
After a while, Malakai suddenly leaned back again, his breath close against my skin. “If you’re ever open to… experiments,” he murmured against my ear, “just say the word. I have ideas, things far rougher than whatever sweet little fantasies my baby brother’s trying to impress you with.”
His tone was teasing, but I could feel the tension beneath it, the need of possessing me as he glanced in Xavier and Damien’s direction.
And suddenly, I understood.
This wasn’t just playful dominance. It wasjealousy.
I remembered what they all told me about the bonds of angels. Their connections are almost bordering on obsession, as it went so deep that they’d never even think of touching someone who wasn’t their destined mate. Which meant every time he touched me… every time he yielded… it wasn’t just desire. It was devotion.
I looked up at him as I stroked my fingers along his knuckleswith the aim to ground him. “I’m happy with the way you make me feel in bed,” I whispered, letting him see the sincerity in my eyes.
His smirk deepened, the kind of smirk that made my stomach flutter and thighs clench.
And I was very aware that Xavier could smell my arousal. One of the reasons my vampire prince kept grinning at me the entire time.
It was like all my mates knew what I was thinking, feeling and yearning.
“I know,little robin,” Malakai whispered against my skin. “I’ve seen the way your eyes roll back when I’m inside you. I’ve felt your tears on my chest after I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure from you.”
He leaned in, his lips ghosting across my ear, voice dropping to a delicious growl. “But I don’t want quiet tears tonight. I want screams. I want everyone in Carnivalland to know who you belong to, including Xavier and my baby brother.”
A tremble ran through me, and he felt it. Of course, he did.
He was the only one since my childhood that felt everything.
“So,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, “…what do you say about a little game?”
I bit my bottom lip, heart hammering, breath already shallow. “A game?”
His grin turned almost feral. This was a side of Malakai I never thought he had.
“Oh yes,” he whispered, “and in this one, I make the rules…”
“What rules?”
“You will see soon enough. When this dinner is over. Come to our bedroom.”
The rest of the time at dinner, I couldn’t think of anything else but what Malakai wanted to do with me. Xavier just grinned, amused at me the entire time, like he knew exactly what myangel had planned out for me.
Although I said goodbye to Damien and Xavier to meet up with Malakai, it was clear that later we’d all be sleeping together in the same bed, one way or another.
Before I made my way over to Malakai’s bedroom, I quickly changed into my silk gown. The excitement coursed through my veins; my body started to get tingly. I wanted to know what kind of game he had planned and somehow, I already knew it would end up with us shedding our clothes off.
I knocked at his door and then opened it tentatively.
“Baby, could you please stop knocking like some guest, you’re my woman. You can come in whenever you want,” he said.
“I’m sorry, it’s probably an old habit of mine.”
“Did you have to knock when you used to be at home?” he asked, like he was able to sense every feeling, every memory I still carried inside me. “Well, now you’re here, baby, and you’ll never knock at my door ever again, okay? The only sounds on the door I want you to make are the ones that are caused by fucking you against it.”
