Page 57 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening. But it is.

Kiera’s a siren, wedged between us, her eyes glittering with dark amusement and blatant arousal.

I both crave and resent her manipulative game; I’m a mere pawn.

Wild wears a cocky smirk as he grips her waist, imitating fucking her.

The sight ignites a jealous inferno in my gut, the urge to rip her away from him a physical ache.

Mine .

My wife. She shouldn’t be with him, with anyone .

Her seductive smile makes my blood sing. “Blade,” she whispers, my name silk and sin. Her gaze holds a challenge. “Your hands itch for me, don’t they?”

The taunt hits its mark. I yearn to deny it, to prove my strength, but the truth burns. I ache to touch her, possess her, hear her scream my name.

She’s using him. Playing on both our emotions to get what she wants. Can I blame her, though? She’s not the child I left behind.

“And us,” she purrs, “the pleasure, the shadows. You crave it, Blade. You want to me with him, see me come undone in his arms, again and again.”

Her words twist in my gut. Kiera knows me too well. She pushes me to the edge, and I let her, because my dark desire mirrors hers. I want to watch her with him. The thought of it a twisted fire.

She wants me to watch. To feel this .

I want to be the one making her moan, making her shatter.

I want her. Now .

“You see, Blade?” she whispers, her voice husky. “I need you both.”

Her words hang in the air, challenge and invitation.

She’s rewriting everything about our relationship and demanding it move into the present. I can’t rest on some past claim that she’s mine alone.

A dark curiosity rises in me. My gaze locks on Wild’s as he bites her shoulder and she shudders, a storm raging within me. She’s mine, but he’s watching me as he pleasures her.

I’m losing control. I hate it, and the challenge of dominating them both excites me .

Kiera’s head falls back against my shoulder. A deliberate invitation. My breath catches, and time stops.Nothing exists but the need in her eyes and the demands of my body aching for this.

Wild’s teeth graze her collarbone, drawing a moan from her lips as she stares up into my eyes.

I want to be the one making her moan .

“And him?” I try one more time to find sense and jerk my chin toward Wild, a sneer curling my lip. “What if he turns on us?”

Wild’s gaze meets mine, unflinching. “You’re slower on the uptake than I thought. I’m as fucked as you are, Reznik. I’ve tasted her, and I can’t go back.”

He’s obsessed with her. I want to kill him. And fuck them over and over, exacting revenge for forcing the issue.

The tension pulses, connecting us in a silent battle. A battle I will win.

“You trust him?” I growl, my voice strained.

“I trust him with my life, Blade. Just like I trust you.” Liar. But a lie I want to believe. Her fingers stroke the stubble on my jaw. “I trust you both.”

I long to reduce her to putty between us. For him to follow my lead. She started this, but it ends on my terms. I’m no one’s puppet. I’ll just have to teach them my rules.

“If we’re doing this, it’s going to be my way,” I growl out.

I reach up and cup her luscious tits in my palms, squeezing them just the way she likes.

He’s not the only one who knows her body.

She keens between us. Her whine pulls a growl from Wild’s chest.

“ Claim me,” my wanton Wraith begs.

My hand tightens, my thumb brushing her nipple through her shirt. A jolt of pleasure, a dark need to possess. She gasps as Wild’s mouth becomes more insistent on her neck.

She turns, catching Wild’s lips and kissing him deeply.

A primal growl rumbles in my chest and then her mouth is on mine.

If she thinks she’ll maintain control in this dance, she’s about to learn how badly she miscalculated.

I pry her lips apart with mine, tongue invading, laying claim to her mouth as I rip her blouse open right down the middle.

Wild rumbles his appreciation at having more of her silky skin to taste.

Her kiss tastes of struggle, and a need to surrender. No one can satisfy her as deeply as I can.

I want to own her. Hear my little devil scream my name .

“You see? I’m more than enough for both of you. And I want this. I want you both.”

She’s right. She’s more than enough.

My mouth crashes down on hers, fierce and dominating.

“Mine,” I rasp, breaking the kiss, my gaze meeting Wild’s.

He wants her as much as I do. Once glance at the fire in his eyes and I know he understands. He’s lost. He’ll take whatever he can get. Perfect.

“Ours,” Wild corrects, his tongue tracing the upper swell of her breast. I’ve no need to correct him. He’ll realize soon enough having her will mean for him. Timing is everything. “Tell him, Kiera,” Wild murmurs. “Tell him how much you want this.”

She capitulates, panting as I pull her bra down, exposing her pink nipple for Wild’s mouth. “I need this, Blade. The darkness, the pleasure… everything.”

I reach down, my hand finding Wild’s on her ass, guiding it to the button of her jeans.

“Then show me,” I rasp, my gaze hungry. “Show me how you take him. How you take us both.”

Wild’s fingers unbutton her jeans, sliding inside, cupping her. She moans as my mouth reclaims hers.

They’re mine.