Page 49 of Paramour of Sin

Then part ways.

Zane would indulge as well, cool the lust burning a hole through his soul, and cherish the memories he’d leave behind.

It was a win-win situation for all involved.

And we’d start by satisfying that passion tonight.

I shifted my focus to Zane. “Perhaps she needs a better introduction to set expectations.” It was my subtle way of telling him that I intended to play, and he was invited to join. To break my rules. To indulge in the one we’d both craved for so long.Indulge temporarily, at least.

Zane’s silvery irises shone in the darkness. He was curled around Guinevere, his body flush to hers beneath the covers. I longed to join them, to wrap my own body around her, feel them both at my fingertips.

Slowly, I reminded myself.Or she’ll break.

Zane’s gaze held a dozen questions and a hesitancy I understood.

For two decades, I’d forbidden him from touching her. For two decades, I’d known how badly he wanted her—as badly as I did—and I’d denied him the pleasure. But all that was unraveling now.

Perhaps it was the prospect of losing her that had torn down my defenses. The idea that no matter what we did, there was a possibility we couldn’t exonerate her in Ashmedai’s eyes. If the Archdemon dragged her to Hell, and I never had the chance to taste her… I didn’t know if I could live with that.

Or perhaps I was just tired of fighting my desire for her. Exhausted of kissing her but never being able to take her. Exhausted of holding back when all I wanted to do was claim her, body and soul. I’d denied myself access to her for her own protection, but I wanted the release. Iyearnedfor it. I was a demon, not a saint, and Guinevere was too irresistible for me to deny any longer.

I wanted her.

I would have her.

But slowly.

I didn’t need to speak to Zane for him to read all of that in my eyes. We’d been companions for so long, we could hold full conversations with merely a look. At the very least, he would—and did—understand my permission.

For the briefest moment, he closed his eyes and his arm tightened on Guinevere’s waist. When his eyes opened again, the heat in them sent desire flooding through my body.

I reached out, wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck, and tugged him into a kiss.

Over Guinevere.

She sucked in a surprised breath as he yielded to my dominance, his lips warm and hard and ready to give me exactly what I needed.

Her warmth brushed my thighs, her body gravitating toward mine as Zane leaned closer to better accept my kiss.

I scraped my teeth along his lower lip before deepening the kiss to a more violent embrace.Mypreference. And his. Something he proved by untangling his arm from the covers and snaking it around my neck. He relied on my strength to hold him, his opposite arm still trapped beneath Guinevere. It was a demonstration of trust. Intimacy. Sensual understanding.

And the feel of him being pressed against her as he curled into me, was nearly enough to undo my control.

A feat very few had ever accomplished.

But Guinevere and Zane weren’t just anyone.

They were the kryptonite I’d craved for far too long.

But Guinevere needed to know what that meant.

So I demonstrated that with my tongue, dominating Zane’s mouth and unleashing the full potency of my lust over them both.

Guinevere gasped.

Zane groaned.

My power served as an aphrodisiac to them both, a current of passion that could fuel them both for decades and centuries to come. I didn’t hold back, not like I usually did with Guinevere. Instead, I indulged in it all, lashing out at them both and demonstrating the authority of my birthright.