The room beneath House Harker had beds, but they were all single beds with one stacked on top of the other. Clearly, the point had been to jam as many Fae as possible into the space, but this room had only one bed—one huge bed—and a settee with several chairs arranged around it to the side.
Interesting. This was clearly a safe place to retreat, but they hadn’t expected to house the masses here. I assumed the other rooms were laid out similarly. Which Fae got to stay here and which were sent to the cramped rooms beneath the Houses?
Kieran and Draven sauntered in, each giving the bed an appreciative smile before disappearing through a door on one side of the room. Probably the washroom Desmond had alluded to. A second later came the sound of running water, confirming my suspicions.
Gods, rinsing all the dirt and grime off would feel amazing right now. Even better if I had Kieran and Draven to help me with that. Heat started to build between my thighs, and Roth’s gaze snapped towards me, the bright orange of their eyes flaring.
I took a step towards them until I realized not everyone had followed us into the room.
Alaric and Vail hovered in the doorway.
Dark grey eyes met mine, and for once, Vail held nothing back. Longing. Guilt. Confusion.
That’d always been Vail’s story, not knowing how to handle his emotions, and somehow, I was always the one who bore the brunt of it.
I was fucking done.
Moving towards the door, I held out a hand to Alaric. Unlike Vail, his expression was unreadable. Something was bothering him, and I was going to get it out of him because Alaric’s days of avoiding talking about things were over. He was mine.
And I’d fucking remind him of that.
A faint smirk played across his lips as if he’d just read my thoughts before he slipped his hand into mine. I tugged him into the room before giving Vail a flat stare . . . and then slammed the door in his face.
Roth let out a deep chuckle. “Good girl.”
“What do you need?” Alaric asked in a light, casual tone.
I narrowed my eyes at him. That was all he had to say? NotI missed you. OrI’m so glad you’re okay. Or even better,I can’t wait to be balls-deep inside you.
Fine. The best way to deal with Alaric when he was in this emotionally distant state was to jar him out of it by being incredibly lewd and demanding—something I just so happened to excel at.
“What I need”—I moved towards him, rolling my hips, and a brief flicker of turquoise flashed across his eyes—“is to get cleaned off and then have all of you compete to see whose name I can scream the loudest.” A smirk stretched across my lips. “Lately, I’ve got to say, Draven’s been winning. Just a couple of days ago, he had me pinned against the wall with his cock stretching my puss?—”
Alaric’s mouth crashed against mine. Everything he’d been holding back came pouring out at once. Desperation. Terror. Rage.
Beneath it all was a demanding, possessive love that refused to bend.
There you are. I kissed him back with equal ferocity.
He broke our kiss and stared into my eyes like he was convincing himself I was really here with him. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“Same,” I breathed out.
I felt a tremble run through him before his lips were on mine again. His hands slid under my shirt, going straight for my breasts. I moaned as he pinched both of my nipples, my own hands dropping to undo his pants as the lust I’d been fighting for the past few hours rose like a tidal wave.
Something rough moved around my waist, and I frowned against Alaric’s lips. He pulled back, and we both looked down at the bloodred ropes wrapped around us.
“Wha—” I squealed as I was yanked away from Alaric, who let out his own bark of alarm.
“Shower first,” Roth declared, marching towards the washroom and tugging us with them. Alaric and I stumbled forward towards the steam-filled room.
“Take your foreplay to the bed,” Roth ordered. “We’ll join you in a few.”
I peered around Roth’s lithe form and groaned as I took in the delicious sight before me. Draven was kneeling on the ground, Kieran’s rock-hard cock pressed against his lips. Something told me Kieran’s flush wasn’t just from the hot water rushing down on them.
“You heard them.” Draven licked a broad stroke up the underside of Kieran’s rigid length, causing him to moan, before sucking him all the way into his mouth and then releasing him. “Time to change the scenery.” He winked up at Kieran before rising to his feet.
“Are you sure we can’t just stand here and watch a little more?” I asked breathily, my gaze locked on the two gorgeous Moroi males who were giving themselves one more rinse beneath the steaming water.
