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felt how wet I was.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispered in awe before guiding the head of his cock against me then pressing inside, moving with such control and steadiness I almost clawed him to death for more. It felt like exquisite torture, waiting for him to pump into me with the intensity I craved. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight, Babe,” he said with a moan as if it felt so good that it hurt.

I jolted up before begging him to move faster. “Harder, Cy,” I coaxed before biting my lip. He leaned down to kiss my lips while keeping the rest of his body impossibly still inside of me. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. Harder. Faster.

“More, Cy,” I pleaded again while writhing beneath him.

“Ask me again,” he ordered between kisses, grinning against my pout like this teasing torture was the best thing to ever happen to him.

I wrapped my hands around his back and clawed at his skin, showing him how much more I wanted to feel him—to show him how much I craved the wild sides of him. “More,” I hissed. The hiss he let out tasted decadent, and he flexed as I scraped a sharp nail down his spine. I never thought I’d ever be so brazen in the bedroom, given my limited experience, but that was the thing about Cyler Black. From the day he met me back at Stonewell Manor, he changed me. Molded me into a version of myself that didn’t hide behind shy smiles and polite societal norms.

Cyler Black didn’t just give me my wings. He gave me claws, too.

I didn’t have to beg again. Cyler thrust in a way that felt equally harsh and perfect. My teeth were rattling from the force of it. I took every damn drop of his guilt and grief, drank it up like it was the only thing that could make us whole again. I met each of his movements while crying out, not caring if the entire damn city could hear me.

We went like that for so long that I didn’t know where my body ended and his began. We moved like two people hanging on for dear life, knowing that at any moment, our grip could slip; at any moment, we could be like the rest of the empire and die.

But tonight? We were alive. Very, very, alive.

Chapter Twelve

“Surprised you’re up early,” Jules said while rolling her eyes. I adjusted the tight, black trousers I was wearing while looking at her. I was sore, each step reminding me of the night I shared with Cyler. I chewed on my swollen lip while cocking my eyebrow.

“What does that mean?” I asked. We were loading up the transport just outside Lythe entrance with what little supplies we could pull together. Mia wasn’t stable, but both she and Jules insisted that we continue on our quest for Payne.

“Girl, I’m half traumatized, half disgusted, and a pinch curious about the animal sounds coming from your room with Cyler last night,” Jules said with a shiver before tossing a box of rations in the transport. She placed her hands on her hips and looked me up and down with a smirk. I felt my cheeks heat and wanted nothing more than to hide. Jules and I had an unlikely relationship, and I used the term “relationship” loosely. It was more of a truce.

But regardless the name for whatever it was we were, it didn’t mean I was comfortable talking about the incredible sex I had with her brother the night before. “Um, sorry,” I offered with a grimace. I wasn’t really sorry.

I felt hands on my hips from behind and lips on the back of my neck. “I like you wearing your hair up like this,” a warm voice whispered over my skin. The straightening serum Jules put in my hair back at Madam B’s brothel had officially worn off, and I wasn’t willing to fight with my curls. They had come back with a vengeance. I turned around to face Maverick, who was eyeing me with appreciation. “Gives me better access to the sensitive skin on your neck,” he practically growled.

I was almost lost in the moment, the ominous travel ahead of us nearly forgotten as I lifted up on my toes to kiss Maverick, but a shrill shriek stopped us. “Disgusting! For the love of Dormas, please stop!” Jules yelled while throwing her hands up. With a light chuckle, Maverick winked at me before brushing his