Page 78 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Steam thickens around us, clinging like a second skin as water sluices over our tangled bodies.

No awkwardness, no hesitation—just the raw certainty that this collision was inevitable.

Kiera twists in Wild's arms, her back pressed flush against his chest as he bands an arm beneath her breasts.

Her defiant gaze locks onto mine, challenging even now.

My palm lands a sharp slap on her ass, the sound echoing off the tiles. She arches into the sting with a gasp.

"Still testing limits, little killer?" I rasp, tracing the angry red line Wild cleaned so carefully on her shoulder. Water beads along the wound. "Even after tonight?"

"Maybe I like living dangerously." Her smirk is a provocation.

"Maybe you want to burn." My hand slides down her slick stomach, fingers delving between her thighs. Heat radiates from her core, and I slick my fingers with it. I find her clit, circling with deliberate pressure. "Let's see how much heat you can take."

Wild's growl vibrates against her spine, his teeth grazing her throat. "She likes it when we get along."

"Then show her," I command, my gaze locking with Wild's over her shoulder.

Something passes between us—a dark understanding deeper than words.

He shifts his grip, one hand fisting her hair to tilt her head back, the other spreading her wider for me.

I drop to my knees on the wet tiles, the water pounding my shoulders as I drag her hips toward my mouth.

Her taste explodes across my tongue—salt, sex, and something uniquely Kiera.

Wild holds her steady as I devour her, my tongue working her clit while two fingers plunge deep.

Her thighs tremble, her moans swallowed by the steam and Wild's mouth claiming hers.

I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her.

"Look at her," I snarl against her flesh, my breath hot on her wet skin. "See how beautifully she comes apart for us." Wild groans, his eyes black with hunger. "Patience," I growl, though it’s as much for myself as for them. "She’ll get what she needs when we decide she’s earned it."

Kiera's hips buck against my mouth. "Blade?—"

"Beg." The word is a whip-crack. Her pupils dilate impossibly wide. For all her independence, she loves giving in to us.

"Please—"

"Louder." I suck her clit hard, fingers curling.

"Blade!" Her cry tears from her throat as her climax hits, body bowing between us. “Wild─” Her scream is swallowed as Wild claims her lips, kissing her with brutal possession.

I rise, water streaming down my body. "Good girl." I reach around Kiera, still supported in Wild’s arms to wrap my hand around his cock, giving him one hard stroke. His eyes slam shut, jaw clenched. "Now, Wild. Let’s show our little killer what happens to those who test boundaries."

"Gladly." In one fluid motion, he spins Kiera, pinning her against the slick tile. Her legs wrap his waist as he drives into her. The guttural groan ripped from him echoes my own need. She arches, taking him deep, her nails scoring his shoulders.

I move behind him, as water sluices down the hard planes of his back as I press flush against him, my cock nestling in the cleft of his ass.

I match the rhythm of my hips to that of his, making sure I have his attention.

One hand grips his hip, the other sliding around his waist to find Kiera’s clit, still throbbing from her first climax.

I pinch it and she gasps, arching harder against Wild’s thrusts.

“Fuck,” my wife growls and I laugh.

“We’re just getting started baby.” I assure her, then lean into rasp into Wild’s ear.

“Fuck her hard, Wild. But save some of that fire.” My fingers dig into the muscle of his hip as my teeth sink into his lobe.

“Save it for when we both bury ourselves in her. When I hold her open for you while you sink into that tight little ass.” Wild’s groan vibrates through me, his thrusts turning punishing.

Kiera’s cry rings off the tiles as he slams deeper.

“You feel how wet she is? How ready?” My fingers slide back from her clit, teasing the rim of her ass where I’ll claim her later.

She shudders violently. “This is ours, Wild. All of her. Every scream, every shudder, every drop of her come.”

My hand leaves her to wrap around Wild’s balls.

I squeeze with just the right amount of pressure and his frame quakes against me as his rhythm stutters for just a moment.

“And after we’ve driven her crazy, and she’s spent, her throat ragged from moaning our names…

” I lean closer, my lips brushing his neck.

“…I’m going to bend you over the bed, Wild.

Spread you wide. And fuck you just as deep while she watches.

While she learns every way her men belong to each other too. ”

The growl that tears from Wild is pure feral need. His hips snap forward, driving Kiera harder against the tile. Her cries sharpen, lost in the steam. His balls are heavy and tight as I roll them in my palm.

“You want that?” I murmur, my cock grinding against his ass. “Want her watching while I fill you? While she sees how hard you come just from my cock stretching you open?”

Wild’s answer is a ragged groan as he pistons into Kiera, his rhythm fracturing.

I feel the tension coiling in him, the impending release.

My fingers tighten on his balls, delaying him.

“Not yet. Hold it. She hasn’t earned that release.

Not until she screams for it.” I slide my hand back up, finding Kiera’s clit again, rubbing tight, fast circles.

“Make her scream for it, Wild. Let me hear how badly our little killer needs to come on your cock.”

Her head thrashes, wild strands of wet hair plastered to her cheeks. “Please! Wild, please!”

“Louder, Kiera,” I demand, my fingers relentless. “Beg him to let you come.”

“Wild! Please! I need— I need to come!” Her voice breaks on a desperate sob as I watch his thick cock stretch her open.

There’s no competition now. Only hunger. Only possession. He gives a sharp nod.

“Then come for us, Heathen,” he snarls. “Scream it.”

Her body locks, then shatters, a raw, ragged scream tearing from her throat as she convulses around him.

Wild follows instantly, his own roar echoing hers as he empties himself deep inside her, his body shuddering violently against mine.

I hold them both through it, my hand still working Kiera through the aftershocks, my lips pressed to the pounding pulse in Wild’s neck.

The steam wraps around us, thick and heavy with the scent of sex and salt and heat.

I release Wild’s hip, running my palm down his spine.

“Good,” I murmur, the word rough with satisfaction.

“Now rest up.” My teeth scrape his shoulder.

“For later. After the three of us burn together, I’m going to bury myself in your ass and listen to you beg as hard as she just did with the need to come down her throat. ”

Wild shivers, a full-body tremor that has nothing to do with the cooling water.

He slowly pulls out of Kiera, keeping her upright as she sags against the tile.

Her eyes are dazed, satisfied, but already sparking with the challenge of what’s to come.

He turns her, pressing his back against the wall and placing her between us, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, possessive kiss. But his eyes never leave mine.

“Later,” he promises, when he drags his lips from hers the word thick with anticipation.

Steam follows us from the shower, but the real heat radiates from the three of us. No awkwardness. No hesitation. Just certainty that this is right.