Page 88 of Third Offense

It was at odds with the savagery below.

An intoxicating conundrum that left me winded. My heart thudding. My chest burning with the need tobreathe.

And Layla became my oxygen, my lifeline.

She kissed me, her hands cupping my cheeks as the three of us engaged in a carnal dance. Skin slapping. Sweat. Tears.Blood.

This was us.

Violent. Perfection.

It had my chest threatening to burst, my veins pulsating with liquid fire.

“Fuck, I love you,” I breathed against Layla’s lips, my words for her and Novak.

And they responded in kind.

The three of us professing our love for each other, this fucked up relationship a full circle of adoration and mutual respect.

They were my reasons for breathing.

Layla was my heart.

Novak was my soul.

Together… together they wereeverything.

My home. My universe. My only true reality.

I unleashed every pent up emotion into Layla’s mouth, my hips meeting hers with a brutality that I knew would leave bruises. But she accepted it. She acceptedus.

And everything suddenly felt right again. Beautiful. A new beginning.

Filled with love.

Happiness.

A warm future.

I stilled against her, my climax so damn close I could taste it. But I needed her to come with me.With us.

But it was Novak’s hand that reached around me, between us, to stroke Layla’s clit.

His lips were on my back, his opposite palm bracing him against my lower spine as he fucked me.

However, he was in charge of this moment. Taking control. Giving me a few seconds reprieve.

Allowing me to submit.

I have you, that touch of his mouth said.Give in to us. Let go.

Layla pressed up into me, forcing my hips to move again, her thighs tightening around me. “Auric,” she breathed. “Novak.”

He growled.

I gasped.

And my insides… came undone.