our first time, exploratory and deliciously slow, but also like it was our last time, with a searing passion that spoke of no tomorrow.
When we were alone together like this, limbs entwined, bodies slick with perspiration as we moved together, it was as if we’d been born for each other. Our soul bond flared and consumed us, pulling us into each other’s heads, shattering the shields and melding our minds so that his emotions washed over me, his craven hunger became mine, and my desperate need to crawl under his skin became his. The connection throbbed and ached between us, heightening every sensation so I was putty in his hands.
His mouth slanted over mine, hips thrusting to meet mine over and over, slow, leisurely, and delicious. He swallowed my moans, one hand on my hip to hold me steady as he picked up the tempo, angling me so he was hitting the spot that undid me. I clung to him, desperate for more, for everything, for every inch, and when the world shattered we coasted the stars together, mouths inches apart, breath mingling.
We lay tangled together afterward, pulses thudding hard as the world melted back into place.
I stroked his chest, lingering over his abs and down to the V that held so much promise. He sucked in a breath and laughed.
“You are insatiable.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” He pulled me close. “I love you.”
I would never tire of hearing him say those words. I propped myself up and looked down into his face. “I love you more.” I would never tire of saying them either.
“How was your day with Mal?” he asked.
I grinned at him. “Oh, now you ask?”
He gave me his upside-down smile. “I’m feeling magnanimous now.”
I traced patterns on his chest. “It was good. We went ice skating, and we got some food, and then we came home.”
I left out the part about the shower sex. That part of our relationships remained private to each guy. They were happy to share me, but we had our own individual dynamic.
There was a knock at the door, and Azazel frowned. “What the fuck?”
“Are you decent?” Mal called out.
Azazel, bless his heart, pulled the covers up over me even though there was nothing on display that Mal hadn’t seen.
I clutched the sheet to my chest and bit back a smile as he called out for Mal to come in.
Mal entered the room, his nostrils flaring, attention zeroing in on me.
“Hey,” Azazel said. “Eyes on me.”
Mal gave him a look that said, seriously?
“What is it?” Azazel snapped.
My soulmate didn’t like his Fee time being interrupted. I gave Mal an apologetic look.
“We have to go,” Mal said. “Phoenix just arrived. Two troops close to Imperium have been attacked. Minuel is holding shit together by a thread.”
“Fuck.” Azazel shoved off the covers and started to dress.
“Conah’s coming too.” Mal looked at me. “And Keon.”
Azazel pulled on his shirt. “Keon? He’s supposed to keep Fee safe.”
“My first duty is to the queen,” Keon said from the doorway. I tensed, but he didn’t even look my way. “Keeping Fee safe is keeping Lilith safe. Now retrieving the herb is the main way to save Lilith. I’m the only one who can do that.”
He strolled into the room and leaned against the armoire by the door.
What the fuck? Was everyone going to come in and stare at my naked ass covered only by a thin sheet? Not that Keon was staring, in fact, he was actively not looking at me, which would be slightly insulting if I didn’t get where he was coming from. Wait, that made me sound like I wanted him to ogle me.
Conah appeared behind Keon.
Mother of pink frosted donuts.
“The herb is in old daemon territory,” Conah said. His gaze flicked my way, and then he turned his back to the room. “We have no right of access. Lilith was unable to conquer the land there.”
“No,” Keon said. “She could have conquered it, but she chose to leave it.”
“And now you all need to leave my chambers,” Azazel said.
They trooped out of the room, and Azazel closed the door, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. That was…weird.”
My heart sank as I realized they’d all be leaving me. “Be safe out there, please.”
He sat on the bed by my hip and brushed my hair off my cheek. “Will you be all right by yourself?”
“I’ll be fine. I’m going to sleep, and then I’ll head to Necro.”
He nodded. “Good. Stay with the pack. With Grayson.”