Page 56 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)
Kiera
T hey’re mine. They just need to accept it.
Primal tension crackles through the room, drawn taut between us like a live wire.
Blade stands motionless. A coiled viper awaiting its moment.
Will he strike or retreat? His composure barely masks the territorial heat radiating off him, raising the hairs on my arms as a silent battle of wills rages.
Backed into unfamiliar terrain, his jaw twitches, fists clenching.
The sight thrills me. I’ve got his attention now.
Nothing worth having comes easily, and the three of us? We’re worth fighting for.
A myriad of emotions play across the hard planes of Blade’s face.
His hands tremble—not from fear, but from restraint.
A masterpiece of controlled violence, my shadowed angel.
The certainty settles deep: he belongs to me, not just marriage, but through the darkness that simmers beneath all our skin.
I won’t let him back away from this—from us—from this intoxicating blend of lust and need.
Beside me, Wild burns like an open flame, desire radiating from him. The naked hunger and raw need in his stare make me want to purr and squirm simultaneously. A willing player in this game, my partner and lure to draw Blade deeper into where he belongs.
“Blade.” His name slides from my lips like silk. Vulnerability flashes through his eyes and squeezes my heart, but he quickly covers it with defiance. “Don’t fight this. I grew up while you weren’t looking.” My gaze lingers on his white-knuckled fists. “You ache to claim me over and over.”
A harsh scoff tears through the quiet. “I’m not fighting anything, Kiera.” His voice strains against suppressed emotion. “This…” He gestures sharply between us. “… it’s complicated. Risky.” His fingers dig deeper into his palms.
I learned a lot while he wasn’t looking, like how to read body language. He wants to possess me.
My lips curve, showing just a hint of teeth. My husband thrives on challenge.
“Life is a gamble, love even more so. Everything worth having comes with risk.” Closing the distance between us, his heat sears my skin.
The familiar scent of leather and spice awakens an ache deep in my core.
We’ve so much time to make up for. “Consider the advantages, Blade. Wild’s FBI connections could keep us ahead of Umber, ahead of everyone.
” My attention drifts deliberately to Wild’s kissable mouth. “He could keep us safe.”
The unspoken truth hangs between us.
I’ll use him to see how far you’ll bend. It might be twisted, but a quick glance at Wild confirms he’s more than willing.
A muscle jumps in Blade’s jaw as he weighs my words.
“Think of how hot it will be to watch me come undone in Wild’s arms, only to reclaim me as yours.
” My gaze rakes over Wild’s hard frame and I tell Blade the truth.
“He knows exactly how to touch me. And you’ve always had a thing for couples.
” Longing and jealousy darken Blade’s expression, his careful walls beginning to crumble.
I turn to Wild, voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Show him.”
Wild’s hands find my waist, and he pulls me close, molding me against him. His mouth explores my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A soft moan escapes me. Blade watches, his gaze burning with equal parts lust and possessiveness.
“You see?” My words come out husky, but I continue. “I’m not some trophy to be won. I’ll more than satisfy you both. And I want this—let me show you.”
The invitation hangs heavy in the air, promising a future tangled in darkness and desire.
Blade edges closer, a growl rumbling in his chest. “And you, Wild?” The question carries a simmering rage. “Think you can handle this? Handle her?”
Wild’s grip on me tightens. “She keeps coming back to me for more, Reznik. The question is, are you willing to play in the big leagues to keep her?”
Wild’s eyes lock with mine, promising both dominance and devotion. I want so badly to climb him like a tree and feel him driving deep into my heat. But I turn back to Blade as Wild’s hands slide over my ass.
Internal war plays across Blade’s features—pride battling raw need, possession warring with desire. His resistance fractures as Wild’s mouth returns to my neck, done waiting. He’s transfixed by the sight of me yielding to another’s touch as I gasp and purr in pleasure.
“And what do you want, Kiera?” His voice breaks on my name, both plea and demand. “You were never into─”
“You remember a scared, broken child, Blade. I’ve changed. Learned how to ask for what I want, demand my satisfaction. The three of us tangled in pleasure? Fuck yes, I want to be pinned between you both.”
Blade steps closer, his body almost brushing mine.
Wild hitches me up higher, my legs wind around his waist as he grinds his cock against my clit.
I groan with the delicious torture and try to remember to take care with Wild’s side.
We need to lie down soon, but my dirty Agent doesn’t care.
Blade watches, entranced. The last threads of his control unravel as Wild plays my body like an instrument, drawing lusty music from my mouth, each caress a deliberate performance, a dare.
Visions of possibilities float through my mind—our bodies entwined, a symphony of pleasure and power.
“This is happening, Blade.” My whisper carries absolute certainty.
“Fight it or embrace it—the choice is yours. But the darkness calls.” Wild swats my ass hard, drawing a cry of pained pleasure from deep within me.
“And you’ve never been able to resist, even when you thought I was too na?ve to understand your secret need for power, pleasure, for multiple partners.
But I’ve always known what makes you tick, Blade.
And I’ve learned what I need. I’m not giving you any excuse to walk away again. ”
The trap closes silently, perfectly, with neither man aware they’re caught. In this game of shadows and desire, I alone know the true prize. And it’s far greater than mere pleasure.