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The two of them together, a storm I wouldn’t survive.

I yanked my hand free of his mouth and wiped his spit off on my thigh.

“Go with Orion,” I said, turning away from both ofthem. I needed to get out of the office and breathe. I didn’t need to give them another instruction because I’d already made myself clear. Tour of the house, detour to the kitchen, final stop in the bedroom. I’d thought about settling Jacob intomybedroom, but I knew for Orion that would be a bridge too far. Even Orion, who had shared my bed more nights than not before my attempted assassination, had his own space. Jacob the Priest would be allowed the same.

I climbed the stairs to my third-floor bedroom, ignoring the pulsing heat of my erection. Flipping the light on, I went straight for the dresser. I grabbed a pair of sweats and collapsed onto my bed, covering my face with both of my hands. It was hard to breathe, hard to focus, and I fought off the edges of a panic attack for what felt like a lifetime, until Orion’s knee pressed into the bottom of the bed and he crawled up between my legs, a plate of fruit and cheese balanced in one hand, a glass of wine in the other.

Chapter 28

Orion

Vince dropped his hands away from his face, eyeing me warily as I made my way closer to him. His bed was unmade beneath him, the sheets tangled.

“Are you still hungry?” I asked

He worked his jaw, taking the glass of wine I offered him and having a large swallow.

“I think I hate you,” he said.

I wanted to kiss him on the mouth, lick the taste of Cabernet away from his lips. “I expect that.”

Vince took another drink of wine and passed the glass back to me. I edged closer and folded my body over his until I could reach the nightstand to set it down. I put the plate of cheese down beside it, then notched myself back in place between Vince’s knees.

“What do you want from me?” he whispered, sounding like he was speaking more to himself than me.

I gently lowered my hands to the tops of his thighs, shivering at the way his muscles quaked. “I want whatever you’ll give me.”

“Do you hate me?” he asked. “Is that why you…”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Not even when I made you hit him?” he pressed, sitting up straighter. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. “When I made you clean him up?”

“No,” I whispered.

“Not even when I fuck him?”

I sucked in a small breath and screwed my eyes closed.

“I’m going to fuck him,” Vince said softly. He reached up and cradled my cheek in his hand, and moaning quietly, I let his palm take the weight of me. Our noses bumped together and I chased after his mouth. Our lips brushed and he dragged his hand away from my cheek, down to my chin, where he gripped me hard and flipped us both. I landed hard on my back, his fingertips digging into my jaw as he levered himself up and over me, eyes scanning my face for any hint of jealousy.

There was plenty for him to find, but there was also something else for him to find, hard and hot between my legs.

“You like it,” he said, shoving me down into the sheets. The answer must have shown on my face because next he said, “God, Orion. You make it so easy…”

He trailed off, leaving the rest of his sentence unsaid and I’d never been so desperate to hear words come fromhis mouth than I was in that moment. The need to know what came next was a tangible thing that wrapped itself around my fingers, drawing my hands up to his waist, to his ribs, around to his back.

“Easy to what?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

He shifted, bracing his hand on the bed beside my face to hold his weight, and he reached between our bodies with the other, fingers fumbling madly at my fly. I helped him along, getting out of my pants while he went to the nightstand for lube. Vince shoved his sweats down behind his balls, then squirted half the bottle onto his still-growing erection. My slacks were caught around one of my ankles, but he was back between my legs, the slick and swollen head of his cock fighting against my unprepared asshole.

I spread my legs as much as I could manage, and with one sharp snap of his hips, Vince forced himself into my body. Arching, I threw my head back and let out a strangled cry. I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice, and as he drew out and moved back forward, burying himself so deep inside of me, another choked-off whimper fell past my lips.

Vince started to fuck me in earnest then, setting a punishing pace that moved both of our bodies across the bed until my head was half off the side.

His face was contorted with rage as he fucked into me, fury and some other emotion I’d never seen him wear before that had shivers tracking from the tips of my toesto the top of my head. He paused his assault only long enough to haul me back into the middle of the bed so I didn’t fall to the floor entirely. With his fingers curled around my hips, Vince lifted me half off the mattress, deepening the angle of his penetration so his cock slammed against my prostate with every thrust.