Page 46 of Love the Way You Lion (Rise of the Resistance #3)

The Artist Hungers

RAFE

H oly shit, they’re kissing.

The feral in the room notches up again, and I don’t even know what the fuck I’m going to do. My skin is on fire, and my body is aching with arousal.

They kiss deeper, legs and arms moving together in a symphony of dark and light, like the sun and moon in an eclipse. They’re murmuring low to one another, but I can’t focus on their words as I watch them touch and explore one another.

Small groans followed by the whisper of silk falling to the ground and a flip of positions make me grip the edge of the chair like I’m going to blast off.

The acting, the touching, and the sounds are more than I can handle, almost. But I can’t stop watching, and they sure as hell are too busy to tell me to.

“God yes, Deli, touch me,” she cries. My mate’s low response is full of Beast and she’s feeling ready to pounce .

I’m trying to hold out, trying to keep sane, but it’s hard. It’s damned near impossible. I don’t want to lose control and miss the rest of the show, but I don’t know how much more I can take. They hiss and growl and move together, but I get distracted for a moment as another scent fills the air.

My eyes pry away from the women, hitting the shadows across the room.

The bird’s having a rough time of it. I could try to see what he’s up to, but given my predicament, I opt for allowing him the courtesy of not shifting to night vision via the demon.

I can’t even imagine what part the two of us will play in the hungry, wild tangle that is our mates right now.

I feel his hunger, though; it mirrors mine.

The bloodlust in this room is rising with every second.

A throaty chuckle echoes from the bed before I feel the apex hit my wife.

She hisses my primary’s name, waves of her pleasure hitting me hard through our bond.

Something inside me twitches, and I know, without even seeing, that her fangs are itching to come out.

The cat falls over next and she hits me with an intensity I’ve never felt before.

Holy crapbuckets, it’s happening.

Taurus makes a strangled noise in the corner, and I know he’s feeling it, too. The power of these two is nearly knocking us flat. I can’t help it; a howl of frustration leaves my lips. I’m unsure what to do except try to quench the need.

I lift my wrist and tear into it, knowing that it won’t sate my hunger or the primal lust flowing through me, but it might calm the demon so I can see straight. It doesn’t and I let my arm drop, blood dripping on the floor in a way that’s going to get my ass kicked by the housemates.