Page 130 of Obsidian and Frost

And as for her wearing my robe, I’d absolutely intended it in that way last night. I’d ripped her clothes off her, sure, but she could have easily conjured more. Instead, though, she’d let me wrap her in my robe. She’d wanted it, wanted a piece of me on her. Well, another piece of me. She still had my blood and cum on her, I could scent it all over.

“I’m working on something for you, especially in light of last night,” Velra told him.

Color me intrigued.

Before I could ask, Sylas moved closer, his bare chest brushing her breasts covered only by the thin satin, and I heard her breath hitch. “If you don’t take a shower before breakfast is ready and scrub that blood off you, I’m gonna be working on my own marks of possession all over you.”

My blood heated at his words.

The intensity skyrocketed as she stared up at him, noting the undeniable challenge in his tone. It was more than just a comment with him, more than just flirting.

I could feel it, I could see it with the tent in his crimson silk pants, the carnal heat in his eyes.

He wanted to finish that kiss.

He wanted more than that.

He needed to be right there with us, not on the periphery.

“Well, I’m not going to do that. I prefer to eat first this morning and shower after,” Velra informed him.

Surprise flickered in his eyes.

She usually backed down when something decidedly sexual was in play, or when things got too intense.

But last night had opened the floodgates for her.

All that need and passion she’d kept locked down for so long was free now.

And it was clear that she wanted to let it loose, to explore it more.

In the next beat, Sylas fisted her hair, then crushed his mouth to hers.

A gasp escaped her, but the shock was only for a second before she dug her nails into his biceps and jerked him tighter to her as she gave it right back to him, the kiss an explosion of ferocious passion that had my cock reacting fucking fiercely.

I saw that talented tongue of his come into play, and then the surprise from him when Velra met his strokes and tangled with him in the insanely erotic way she had with me last night. The way she kissed when she was caught up in the moment… it was another level. It was honestly fucking mind-blowing, and his eyes flicked to mine briefly, indicating he’d registered the same thing.

I smiled to myself and sank against the wall as she gave him a run for his money, scraping her black-painted nails down his chest and making him groan into her mouth, then snag her hip and yank her tightly against him as he ground against her.

He broke their kiss and bit and sucked at her throat, her collarbone, easing aside the robe a little so he could get her shoulder, then down to the tops of her breasts. She undulated against him and threw her head back, sexy moans spilling from her lips.

“Keep my marks on you,” he breathed at her ear in that hot thrilling tone of his. “Don’t heal them. I want to see them all fucking day on your delectable skin.”

Shit.I could barely hold where I was, finding myself stroking the bag of jerky Sylas had tossed to me earlier—needing something to sublimate with.

He caught my eye, then spun Velra and shoved her against the counter so her back was to me. And then I watched him run his hands up the backs of her thighs. She widened her stance in invitation.

I started as her frost sparked against the counter, her palms flat to it sweeping a whole lot of ice all over the worn top.

Sylas’ red glow emanated, and then he pressed his palms to the backs of her hands and I saw him taking her frost into himself, sounds of pleasure from each of them fusing together, just like their magic was.

She pushed back against him, her little ass rubbing against his cock.

With a curse, he flipped up the hem of the robe to her lower back, and then he was palming her bare ass.

Fuck. Me.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, especially when he reached around and palmed her cunt.