I lose myself completely in the moment.
“I love watching you like this,” Julian says, his movements becoming more frenzied. I can tell he’s close, the way his skinis glistening with sweat is a big indicator. “So fucking perfect wrapped around me,” he growls.
I whimper. “Oh God. Harder, please,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut. “On my throat and inside of me.”
Kai grunts and presses his hand tighter, slamming into me as Julian does the same. His voice drops, dark and teasing. “One day, I’m going to press a blade here instead, feel you tremble beneath it while I take you apart.”
The tension winds tighter, almost painfully so. My thighs begin to tremble, and high-pitched, inhuman sounds begin to escape my lips. I’m overwhelmed at the sensation of both of them, at the dizzying euphoria spreading through me. My hands grip the sheets tightly so that I don’t fly off the bed when I come.
“God, the noises you make,” Kai murmurs, laving his tongue along the side of my neck. “I’ll never fucking get enough.”
“I’m c-close,” I whisper. “Oh fuck, yes, just like that?—”
I’m right there, teetering on the edge. And then Kai groans under me, and I canfeelhis cock get thicker, hardening as he comes inside of me. One hand flies to my hip, gripping me so tightly, and the thumb on the side of my neck presses into where my pulse is beating against him, and though it’s brief—only two seconds—everything lets go.
It’s like a dam breaking. A flood of molten heat and electric pleasure crashes over me in waves as my eyes roll into the back of my head. My body thrashes on top of Kai’s, and I feel his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside of me. My back arches as a cry tears from my throat.
“That’s it, pet. Fuck, I’m coming,” Julian says, going still as his jaw clenches, and a loud, low moan escapes his lips as his eyes glaze over. I feel the hot spikes of cum hit my cervix, intensifying everything.
The pulses of my climax continue rolling through me. It feels endless.
And when I come down, I feel absolutely spent. There’s nothing but this feeling—my body trembling uncontrollably, fingers still gripping the sheets, the feeling of not being able to breathe. My body is hot and loose, and a lingering hum of bliss ripples through me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
Kai chuckles under me, but even his voice sounds shaky as he removes his hand from around my throat. “Yeah.”
“We’re definitely doingthatagain,” Julian adds.
They take care pulling out of me. Julian goes first, and then he helps me off Kai. His hands are steady, like they always are. As I find my footing, I glance down at Kai, and the air shifts.
He isn’t just watching me. He’sdevouringme.
For so long, I could feel his attraction to me. I could see the way he longed for Julian, too. But this?
His chest rises and falls with labored breaths, and there’s a shadowed darkness in his eyes that freezes me. It’s unrelenting—almostprimal.It’s a look I’ve come to love, but there’s something more this time—something raw and unguarded. His hand twitches by his side as if he’s fighting the urge to touch me again. His throat bobs as his eyes rove down my body. His gaze softens briefly before that hunger overtakes his expression again.
This isn’t just possessiveness. It’s something deeper, something he doesn’t seem to know how to handle.
Julian doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he murmurs something about cleaning us up, and then he disappears into the en suite.
Kai’s mouth tugs into a small smile. “Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you,” he murmurs. “Not until I’m sure every part of you remembers my touch.”
My mouth drops open as a flash of heat works through me, but just as I think of something to say, Julian walks back intothe room. My eyes don’t leave Kai’s as Julian cleans me up with a warm cloth. He licks his lower lip, and for a moment, his gaze isn’t just hungry.
It’s completely open—like he’s waiting to make sure he’s not alone in his feelings.
Like he needs to know that this isn't just some momentary conquest, but something deeper.
And that terrifies me, because I have no idea where to go from here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
THE FIXATION
Malakai
The smell of sawdust fills the air, sharp and earthy, as I push the sander across the worn wood floor. Sophie is crouched nearby, focused solely on prying stubborn nails from the baseboards with the conviction of a woman who refuses to let any obstacle get in her way. And she should be damn proud, because this place is coming together seamlessly. I let my eyes wander over her… the messy halo of hair half pulled up, the flushed cheeks from the physical exertion, the way she hums along to a Gracie Abrams song under her breath as it plays over the speakers I installed yesterday…
