Page 77 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Wild

S team wraps around us like mist rising from a volcano about to blow.

Water pounds against my skin from multiple shower heads, stinging like a bitch where it hits fresh cuts and bruises.

I hiss through my teeth as it scalds the fucking wounds, but the burn's nothing compared to how I crave Kiera and Blade.

This heat scours away Colton's blood, Zephyr's lies, every last secret we ever carried.

Shower gel slicks Kiera’s palms as she maps the scars on my chest. Her touch dips below my navel, fingers wrapping my cock for one brutally teasing stroke before sliding away. I snarl and she smiles—that knife-edge curve promising sweet torment.

Blade presses against my back, his thick cock grinding against my ass as his hands skate down my spine before landing a stinging slap on my ass.

I bare my teeth over my shoulder, arching into the contact.

His dark laugh rumbles through the steam as he fists her hair, shoving her face toward mine.

The heat of him, the hard length pressed against me—another man where there’d only been Kiera before—felt strange and perfect.

Our mouths clash. She tastes like violence, victory, sex, and promises.

"You were magnificent today," Blade murmurs, chin resting on my shoulder. "Both of you."

Something passes between us—an understanding that changes everything. No more competition. No more fighting for position. We're a unit now.

With a fluid turn, Kiera repositions herself between us.

Her back arches into my chest as I lock my arms around her waist, my erection pressing urgently against her spine.

Blade moves to face her, closing the triangle, his hands immediately finding her breasts, palms rough against her slick skin.

My own hands roam lower, tracing the angry red line on her shoulder—a fresh mark from tonight's violence.

"You're hurt," I growl, lowering my mouth to kiss the wound, the salt of her skin sharp on my tongue.

"It's nothing," she insists, but her breath hitches as Blade pinches a nipple.

"Let him tend to you," Blade commands, his eyes dark with intent. "Show us you trust us to take care of what's ours." He emphasizes the word, making it a brand.

Ours. It echoes through me like thunder, rewriting every boundary between us.