Page 251 of Red Ruin

Vhex’s tongue drives me deeper onto Remy’s lap. I lie half-reclined, roped in shadows and glued to his thighs. Still holding my throat, Remy rakes his free hand across my ribs. His cold palm lifts my breast. The jolt pops my nipple high and hard, presenting it to be circled by the ticklish, scraping claw of his thumb.

Pushed and pulled and utterly controlled, I can’t tremble. My shiver stays trapped inside.

Only my soul-silks betray the flutter that rocks me deeper with every lick and touch and pinch of claw. My silks wave with unseen wind, reaching out so desperate to connect to my Sentinels that they bathe my skin in neon blue.

“Remy. Vhex,” I murmur, not fighting their hold.

They’ve changed.

So have I.

Losing myself in the thigh-shaking rasp of Vhex’s tongue, I wind my silks into their souls.

Their hunger hits me first.

Clinging and coiling, silks and hands, they fight to drag me deeper; they won’t be satisfied until they’re licking my bones.

Theirwantgoes deeper than lust.

Theirneedsteals the breath from my lungs.

Most of their earlier healing has been undone. Remy’s tangles are more tangled and Vhex’s meridians sting, freshly charred. On top of their usual damage, the lich king’s touch left pock-marks of decay.

It doesn’t hurt them, and that’s the worst part.

They can’t even tell parts of themselves are warped.

Using energy I didn’t realize I had left, I wrap their grayed-out silks and coax them back to life.

Slowly, the grey turns white.

Then it turns blue.

Remy groans. Twitching and shuddering, he bites my shoulder—not breaking skin, just holding on.

“Firefly,” Vhex gasps as he collapses on my thighs.

I pour myself into them.

Their ears round, claws shrink, and their magic sinks beneath their skin.

I catch the throb of Vhex’s fang and the tight, heavy pressure of his cock.

Remy’s thoughts return scrambled, but they ring with a craving that goes beyond thirst. His grip tightens. His shadows thicken, binding me in ropes.

When he slammed me on his desk, monstered out of his mind, Remington Azrid didn’t give a fuck if he drained me to a husk.

The man pulling me against his body is no less a monster, but somewhere, his goal stopped being my blood. Now, Remy bites the flesh of my shoulder with his flat teeth, not to feed but topossess.

The new and sparkly feeling gives me a shiver that wiggles my toes.

Vhex and Remy’s silks coil and suck. I feel them savoring the happy sensation, my energy, my touch. They drink down everything I offer, always wanting more.

I wind into them, constantly running my power up and down their souls, feeling more of their sensations, and more of their emotions return.

“Fuck.” Vhex shudders against my belly. “Wife.”

He melts between my thighs. His hot kisses trail from my clit to my mound, up the slope of my stomach. Vhex lingers at my navel. The heat of his breath softens me for the electric tug of his fang. He tugs my skin between his teeth, circling fingers around my entrance as he kisses his way back down.