The words rip through the room like a detonation.
None of us expected it. Especially not her.
But her body doesn’t hesitate. Shemoveswith it, shaking, unraveling, wave after violent wave of orgasm ripping through her. Her fingers claw the sheets, and she lookswreckedin the best way, smeared in sweat, tears, and come, but still aching for more.
That raw, shattered beauty?
It snaps my control.
I thrust deep, unloading into her throat with a grunt of satisfaction. “Fuck, those lips… they’re heaven wrapped around sin.”
She locks eyes with me. Obedient. Starved.
“Swallow it all,” I growl, brushing a thumb over her spit-slicked chin. “Like the filthy little slut you’re becoming.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Not anymore.
She drinks every drop, tongue licking me clean like she was made to.
Then…Bang.
The door swings open. The lights flash on, bleaching the shadows.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Wyck’s voice is a whip across the room.
His eyes blaze as he takes us in, Spade still zipping up his pants, me tucking myself away, and Athens… well, she’s glowing. Bare, trembling, eyes still unfocused from the high.
“Wells,” Wyck’s voice drops to lethal levels, “I told you topunishher. Not fuck her.”
Wells shrugs, that smug smirk curling his lips. “Ididpunish her. Ask her ass. Took a proper lashing before she got a proper fucking.”
He smacks her ass again like punctuation.
“Figured she earned having my name carved into it.”
Wyck’s jaw ticks. “Says who?”
“She did,” Spade answers without flinching. “Asked me herself. Said she wanted everyone who sees her naked to know she’s mine too. I thought about carving it, settled on a tattoo instead. Cleaner.”
Wyck steps forward, his rage simmering close to boiling. “She’s not a fuckingfree-for-all,Spade.”
“No,” Spade says, stepping up to him. “She’s more than that.”
The air thickens. Something old. Something dangerous.
Athens stumbles off the bed, coming between them, bare feet silent on the stone floor.
“Stop,” she pleads. She cups Spade’s face, calming him. “Yes, I gave him permission. It’smybody.Mychoice. He wanted to make it permanent, but not brutal. He respected me.”
She turns to Wyck.
“This doesn’t have to be another Twilight pissing contest.”
Her voice is shaky. But firm.
I choke out a laugh despite myself.
Only she could throw vampire romance shade during a Devil’s standoff.
