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"You’re so wet for me, doll. God, I love you." He swirled the tip of his finger around her entrance, teasing her.

"Cyrus," she gasped as his thumb pressed on that electric spot, making a new rush of wetness pool between her thighs.

He worked her over with soft, crooning praises in her ear, building her up without reprieve, until she teetered over release.

Cyrus pressed his lips to her ear, tugging her back until she felt a hardness against the curve of her backside. "This is what you do to me, doll."

And he sent her toppling over the edge, her toes curling as she gasped out broken moans. As he brought her down, her heavy breaths filling the room, she relaxed into his back. She opened her mouth to break the quiet, but?—

A loud crack resounded from the door. They both jolted, Cyrus’s hands releasing her as she grabbed her Echogun and stood, her legs trembling.

The door rattled as someone pounded on the other side, cracks splintering out.

"Get in the bathroom, Cyrus!" Rin pushed him away.

Sharp beads of water swirled in his hands. "I’m not leaving you!"

The door shattered. Rin threw up an arm to shield her face from the wooden splinters as two men barged in, black masks covering their faces.

She didn’t waste a moment, firing a warning shot at the doorframe, more wood splintering from the bullet. She doubted gunfire was odd for Scourge Motel.

"Get the fuck out, or the next shot goes in your head." She leveled the gun at the intruders.

The one on the left raised his hands in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, we’re not here to hurt you. We were sent by?—"

In a spray of broken glass, the window shattered. A man with white hair and piercing red eyes landed on his feet with perfect precision, dusting glass from his dark shirt, a holster on his hip filled with guns, knives, and was that... a fucking grenade?

Cyrus stepped between her and the man, keeping her from his gaze.

But that didn’t deter the newcomer.

No, as the moonlight filled the room from the broken window, the ruined blinds hanging in tatters, the man lifted his head, and Rin gasped:

"Rhyden Valkar."

12

LOVELORN

Rhyden stared at his Vesperin—his, but not.

She was different. Her hair was white, her eyes grey. He hadn’t noticed it on the monitors with the blue haze affecting the screens. But the curve of her cheekbones was the same, as was the shape of her eyes, the soft bow of her lip.

This was Vesperin.

And Rhyden was fucking pissed.

Miro and Daryk were guarding the door, their fucking masks on. Rhyden knew it made them feel important.

Rhyden’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Vesperin, tasting a drop of her blood in the air. Had she cut herself? Was she hurt? Oh, those goddamn idiots were going to pay for that misstep. He told themunharmed. She was his to punish.

"So, you do remember me, then," Rhyden drawled, the steel-tips of his black boots crunching over broken glass as he walked closer to her. The action made the male standing beside her puff up. Rhyden noted his purple eyes. An incubus? Interesting. He grinned at her. "I see you hired help, wife. Out of the way," he addressed the incubus.

Red glimmered in the air, and Rhyden felt the pull against him as the incubus tried to sip on his emotions. Oh, now that’s rich. He stared down the other male, letting his fangs flash.

The incubus’s eyes grew wide. "What?" he breathed, voice soft, wrapped in silken ribbons.

Rhyden knew what the male was picking up on.