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“Look at me,” I tell him, my voice rough. “I want to watch you.”

His eyes stay locked on mine, the intensity in them almost too much. He’s shaking, his movements turning harder, less controlled, his jaw tight as his throat works instinctively around a sound that never comes. He gives himself away anyway, everything he can’t let out coming through loud and clear. I lift my hips to meet every stroke.

“I’ve got you. Let go.”

That’s all it takes.

Carnage slams in deep and stays there, his entire body locking up as he comes. At the exact same second, the orgasm rips through me.

White-hot pleasure tears up my spine and out through every nerve, so sharp it borders on pain. My back arches hard, my mouth open on a broken cry I barely hear. Every muscle clamps down around him as the first wave hits, then the second, then a third that leaves me shaking, gasping, and completely gone.

Hellfire and siren song slam together with zero restraint. The force of it is instant and overwhelming. His heat floods me, while my own power surges up to meet it. There’s only the two of us fused at every level, body, bond, and whatever the hell our powers just became together.

The shockwave detonates outward from where our bodies are joined.

It hits like a fucking nuclear bomb.

The bedframe explodes beneath us in a spray of splintered wood and twisted metal. The mattress drops straight to the floor with us still on it. Every lightbulb in the room shatters at once. Glass from the window blows outward. The dresser mirrors crack from top to bottom. Furniture skids across the floor and smashes into the walls. The air seems to tear, a visible ripple of raw power racing through the room and leaving nothing untouched.

We’re still locked together in the middle of the wreckage, shaking through the aftershocks, the bond roaring between us so loud it drowns out everything else. Carnage’s arms band tightly around me, shielding me with his body even as the last pieces of the ceiling light rain down around us.

My ears are ringing. Dust and plaster float in the air. Somewhere outside the ruined door, I can already hear boots running and voices shouting.

Carnage lifts his head just enough to look at me. His eyes are wide, wild, still black with the force of what just tore out of us. I feel the same stunned disbelief in him that’s currently locking my lungs.

I let out a breathless, slightly hysterical laugh and tighten my arms around his neck. “Well…” I manage, my voice rough. “That’s one way to announce it.”

His silent laugh shakes both of us, while the last bits of plaster settle across what used to be his bedroom.

The pounding footsteps outside get louder until Raze’s voice tears down the hallway. “Carnage!”

Carnage’s head snaps toward the door, and whatever amusement was on his face disappears as his entire body shifts over mine. One second, we’re staring at each other, trying to process the fact that we apparently just detonated his bedroom, and the next he’s dragging what’s left of the sheet around me and covering me with every inch of himself.

Hellfire surges again, his hellhound already pushing forward because apparently the bastard is prepared to fight whoever comes through that door while completely naked.

The door flies open before either of us gets the chance to do anything else.

Raze charges through first with Maul right behind him, and half the fucking clubhouse pours in after them. Sentinel’s wings are already out, Wreck has something sharp clutched in one hand, and Ruckus nearly plows straight into Maul’s back when everyone at the front stops so suddenly that the rest pile up behind them.

For several long seconds, the only sound in the room is all of us breathing.

Raze’s eyes move over the destruction first, taking in the shattered window, the furniture shoved against the walls, and the remains of the bed sitting beneath us in a mess of twisted metal and splintered wood. Flux looks toward the cracked mirror, Sentinel stares at what used to be the ceiling light, and I watch the exact second every one of them realizes there isn’t an enemy in here.

Their attention slowly shifts to us.

Carnage is still braced over me with one arm planted beside my head and the other keeping the sheet firmly around my body. I’m almost completely hidden beneath him, which might have preserved a little dignity if his naked ass wasn’t currently pointed at half his club and telling them exactly what was happening before the room fucking exploded.

Ruckus’s eyebrows climb so high they nearly disappear into his hairline. “Oh.”

Wreck lowers whatever the hell he came in here planning to kill someone with, his mouth beginning to twitch as he looks from the demolished bed to Carnage. “Well… that explains a few things.”

Wreck closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

At the same time, Raze tips his head toward the ceiling, apparently asking whichever supernatural deity might be listening why the fuck this is his life. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Raze mutters.

Heat floods my face so quickly I’m pretty sure even my ears are turning red, and Carnage takes one look at me before shifting farther over my body, blocking as much of their view as physically possible. His hellhound rises beneath his skin, amber eyes burning brighter as he glares across the room, apparently completely unconcerned that everyone knows exactly what we’ve been doing.

Knowing and looking are clearly two very fucking different things.