Havoc’s lips were warm, and the tongue he brushed against my own encouraged me to nibble. A strong arm swept me closer. His dick was so hard it quivered when pushed against my belly. I slipped a hand between us, and stroked him through the thin fabric.
He groaned, long and low, and I heard an echo of it in Marcus’s voice. His arms had scales now, too, and I was acutely aware of Rafael, standing rigid beside him. The scent coming off him had me panting.
Close. So close.
Havoc’s fingers played with my bustier laces, teasing the top two ties loose. My breasts threatened to burst free from the confinement. Havoc palmed them, his breath hitching.
With a sharp exhalation, Marcus stopped singing and rose, coming up behind me.She likes this,he said, as his arms came around, sliding beneath my breasts while the thumbs flicked over the fabric, causing my nipples to tent against it.
Electric zings passed straight through to my core, and I moaned. Pinned between the two of them, I found myself gasping for air.
Once does not make you an expert,complained Havoc. But his eyes glowed as he watched Marcus, and his dick pulsed beneath my hand.
Well, there were the dreams,hedged Marcus.
I looked over to Rafael, just in time to see him take a step away. His eyes glowed, but I saw the panic in them.
I broke away from Havoc and Marcus, walked toward Rafael, and stopped when he took another step back.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered.
“You are exactly where you should be,” I said.
He shook his head so violently that his hair flew outward. “No. I could kill you all. I need to leave.”
I sensed the heat of the other two as they came up behind me. “Do you believe in Fate?” Marcus asked, his voice husky. “Because not long ago, I didn’t. Not really.”
“I thought I wanted to be free,” Havoc said. “I thought what Fate wanted for me was nothing more than another prison. I was wrong.”
Rafael’s panicked gaze drifted between the three of us. “Why does it matter what I believe? Nothing can change what I am.” He swallowed. “I’m afraid of what I will do once triggered.”
I took another step closer, and this time, his reluctance brought him against the cave wall. “We are different from the others, Rafael.”
He held up a finger. “No, you aren’t.”
“Yes, we are. We are the mates Fate had chosen for you.” Another step. I was almost within touching distance now. But the despair in his eyes twisted something inside me.
“Fate has been a cruel mistress,” he whispered. “She has never been my friend.”
“That wasn’t Fate,” I said. “That was Isobel.” I took the final step. For a second, I thought he would slide away along the wall, but although he trembled, he held his ground.
I took his hand. “Isobel is dead. She cannot torment you anymore. But if you walk from us, you will never know what could have been possible.”
“I could kill you.” His words projected as near-soundless breaths.
“If it seems like that is going to happen, we will stop.”
His expressive lips twisted. “If you really think you can stop, once I unleash, you know nothing.”
“We all have beasts we must conquer, Rafael,” Marcus said softly. “I have learned that some roads should not be walked alone.”
“Can we get to the fucking now?” Havoc growled. “I’ve had sword wounds that hurt less than this.”
I thought Rafael’s eyes were intense before, but now they flashed silver and gold fire. It was the answer I’d been waiting for—I reached up and pulled him down for a kiss.
For just a moment, his lips were stiff, unresponsive. Then he shuddered, and let it go.
My entire body tightened as a result of the scent that flooded over us, and I heard Havoc gasp, and then growl. “Fuuuuck.”
