Page 85 of Third Offense

None of that was her fault.

This wrongness, this place, thislife—it was all a fucked up fate.

And she didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle.

She deserved to be worshipped. Loved. Cherished by me. By Novak. Byus.

I lifted her off the ground, my hands on her hips, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

Then I carried her to the bed with Novak right behind us. He’d already lost his tie and dress shirt, his chest hard and honed from his harsh, warrior training.

He moved to stand behind Layla as I slowly set her on her feet, his hands finding her shoulders and bringing the straps of her dress down.

My gaze followed, her flesh slowly revealed in the evening light, making her resemble her goddess birthright as her tits glowed with a soft, golden hue, illuminated by the moon.

I leaned down to capture her nipple in my mouth, the taut peak seeming to beg for my touch.

Then I shifted to her opposite breast as her dress pooled on the ground at her feet.

Novak grabbed her chin, tilting her back for a hungry kiss, his opposite hand going to her throat to give her a squeeze.

I nibbled her rosy tip while enjoying the view of their mouths worshiping each other.

Thiswas home. Even if it felt like a fucked up dream. Even if we were stuck in some sort of spell. This, right, here, was my everything.

And I needed Layla to know that.

Replace me with Ketos?I nearly grunted.Fuck. That.

Did I recognize the possibility that he might join our mate-circle? Unfortunately, yes. I did. But he would not be replacing me.

Because I would never leave Layla.

Just as I knew she would never leave me.

We were mates. Pieces of the same soul. Connected for eternity.

Nothing would come between us. Especially not another compatible mate. If she chose to accept him, we’d figure it out.

Until then, we were just us.Novak. Layla. And me.

I kissed a path up to her neck, my mouth capturing hers as soon as Novak released her. He busied himself by removing his clothes, then he moved around to my back, his hands on my hips.

His touch was tentative at first, almost as though he expected me to kick him off of me.

When I didn’t, his hands grew bolder, roaming to my abdomen and lower to unbutton my pants.

His teeth met my bare shoulder as he lowered my zipper, his hand finding my cock and giving it harsh squeeze.

I growled in response, and shuddered when he gave it a firm stroke between me and Layla. Her sweet cherry fragrance blossomed around us, her desire a decadent taste on my tongue that mingled with Novak’s smoky essence.

Fuck.

I was lost to them, their touch, their hands, theirtongues.

Because Layla had begun trailing a wet path downward, her gorgeous blue eyes hypnotic as she stared up at me.

She seemed to be communicating silently with Novak. Or maybe he’d issued a command. Or maybe they were just working naturally together, understanding their motives without words. I wasn’t sure. But as her mouth closed around the tip, I shuddered. I damn nearcame.