Page 27 of Third Offense

“Was that why you kept tensing up?” I asked. “She smelled unpleasant to you?”

He raised a dark brow. “Why else would I be tensing up?”

Because you wanted her,I thought, then dismissed it.

I was being silly. Of course my mates weren’t going to betray me for the first large-breasted Noir they came across. I needed to give them more credit than that.

“Do you feel better now, little dove?” Sorin asked, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips.

I hummed in delight. He tasted so fucking good, like candy.

And other parts of him tasted even better.

His nostrils flared as he granted me a wicked grin. There was little I could do to hide the scent of my interest when they made me feel like this.

“A little,” I admitted, then pursed my lips. “But if that bitch looks at either of you like you’re food again, I’m going to slash her face open.”

“I love it when you’re violent,” Sorin said as he grabbed my jaw. “Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

I obeyed, unsure of what he intended to do until he drew his tongue over my mouth, tasting me like I was something to be savored.

When he slipped his tongue inside, I bit down, needing to claim him.

He hissed, then grabbed my throat and squeezed.

I grinned, releasing him.

He growled in response. “Bathtub.Now.”

Sorin let go of me and turned to walk toward the bathroom, disrobing along the way.

“Now you’ve done it,” Zian mused as he curled his fingers around my wrist. “I wonder what punishment he has in mind, hmm? That bathtub is mighty large.”

My stomach flipped with excitement as Zian yanked me away from the window, the two of us following Sorin.

I was glad I’d already had a chance to admire the extravagance, because the sight of Sorin naked and wingless fascinated me.

Muscles created deep grooves down his back, indicating places that I wanted to trace my tongue.

“Do you want to touch him?” Zian asked as we entered the bathroom. He slipped his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt from behind, then he curled his grip around the fabric, holding it taut against my chest. “Because you’ll have to earn it,” he said, then heripped.

Spinning on him, I swung my legs over his hips, trusting him to catch me.

Without my wings I felt off-balance, but I was getting the hang of being lighter. Using that to my advantage, I grinned when Zian predictably settled his hands under my ass to catch me.

His gaze went to my breasts as what was left of my shirt fell to the floor.

“You’re mine,” I told him as I scratched my nails down his bulging biceps. “You hear me?” I leaned in and bit him on the neck, wanting to draw blood, wanting tomark.

The sound of the water starting vaguely caught my attention. Not the shower, but the tub.

“Hurry up, Sorin,” Zian hissed when I squeezed my legs around his hips, pressing myself against his hard erection.

I shifted up, then down, then up again, tormenting us both through our clothes. “Mine,” I told him again, seemingly unable to form a more cohesive thought than that.

Steam filtered across the ceiling, and it was all I could see for a moment when Sorin wrapped his arms through mine and hauled me off of Zian. “Grab the towels and use them to bind her wrists,” Sorin instructed, making my eyes go wide.

Zian grinned and went to the cabinet that Sorin had opened.