Page 81 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

The heavy stillness of deep night has settled over us, broken only by the steady rhythm of Kiera's breathing beside me.

She's curled against my side, one hand resting possessively on my chest, her warmth a comforting anchor.

Blade lies on her other side, his arm draped over her waist, fingers brushing my hip.

The intimacy is new, raw, almost unreal—like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine.

Peace, however tentative, wraps around us.

Until a shift in the air prickles the hairs on my neck.

I open my eyes to find Blade watching me over the curve of Kiera’s shoulder.

Moonlight cuts through the sheer curtains, highlighting the sharp planes of his face, the intensity in his dark eyes.

There’s no sleep there, only simmering heat and a promise held since the shower.

Later.

The word echoes in the charged silence. He doesn’t speak, just holds my gaze, a silent question. You ready?

My body answers before my mind can catch up, blood rushing south, my cock hardening instantly against Kiera’s thigh.

I give him the barest nod, my own hunger reflected back at me.

Carefully, so as not to wake Kiera just yet, he extricates himself from her grip.

She murmurs in her sleep, shifting slightly but not waking.

Blade stands, a shadow against the moonlit room, all lean muscle and predatory grace.

He gestures silently towards the foot of the bed.

Moving slowly, I slide out from under Kiera’s arm, replacing my body with a pillow which she immediately clutches.

Her soft sigh tugs at me. My Heathen wants to keep me close.

Blade waits, patient, as I move to stand before him near the end of the large bed.

The anticipation coils tight in my gut, a familiar mix of adrenaline and desire, but laced now with something deeper—trust.

He doesn’t waste words. One large hand lands on my shoulder, firm, guiding me to turn.

The command is implicit. I obey, facing away from him, my back exposed.

The vulnerable position sends a fresh jolt of arousal through me.

I brace my hands on the cool wood of the footboard, the solidity grounding me as I feel him step close, the heat of his body radiating against my skin.

His lips brush the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck.

A shiver races down my spine. "Been thinking about this all night," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp against my skin.

His hands slide down my back, possessive, mapping the muscles.

One hand grips my hip, pulling me back slightly, while the other travels lower, fingers tracing the cleft of my ass.

"Thinking about how you’re going to feel wrapped around me bent over our bed.

" His fingertip circles my entrance, a teasing promise that makes me suck in a sharp breath.

A small sound from the bed makes us both freeze.

I glance over my shoulder to see Kiera propped up on one elbow, her eyes wide in the dim light, watching us.

There’s no surprise, only a dawning heat, a flicker of understanding, and pure, unadulterated fascination.

She doesn’t speak, just watches, her lips slightly parted.

Blade’s grip on my hip tightens, his gaze locking onto hers.

"Watch, Kiera," he commands, his voice rough with intent.

"Watch how he takes me. How he belongs to us.

" His finger, already slick with lube, pushes past the tight ring of muscle, a slow, deliberate invasion that steals my breath.

I bend forward and push back instinctively, welcoming the burn, the stretch.

His other hand strokes my flank, a silent reassurance beneath the claiming.

He works me open with one finger, then two, patient but relentless, the slick sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.

My forehead rests against my forearms braced on the mattress, my breath coming in ragged pants.

The dual sensation of being opened and watched, of Kiera’s hungry gaze on me and Blade’s demanding touch, is overwhelming.

A low groan escapes me as his fingers crook, brushing that spot deep inside that lights up my nerves.

"Look at him, Kiera," Blade growls, as he adds a third finger, stretching me wider. "See how beautiful he is like this? Open. Needing." He twists his fingers, and a strangled cry tears from my throat, my knees threatening to buckle. "He’s ours. Every gasp, every tremor."

Kiera shifts on the bed, moving closer to the edge, her eyes glued to us. Her own hand drifts between her thighs, a slow, unconscious movement that sends another wave of heat crashing through me.

"Ready?" Blade’s question is a murmur against my back.

His fingers withdraw, leaving me achingly empty.

I can only nod, pushing my hips back in blatant invitation.

I hear the tear of a foil packet, the slick sound of him sheathing himself.

Then the blunt, insistent pressure of his cockhead replaces his fingers, pressing firmly against my entrance.

"Breathe out," he instructs, his voice tight with his own restraint. I obey, forcing the air from my lungs, pushing back against him. He pushes forward, relentlessly slow, breaching the tight ring of muscle. The burn is intense, a white-hot stretch that steals my breath, but it brings deep satisfaction and a sense of rightness. He groans, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure as he sinks deeper, inch by excruciating inch, until his hips are flush against my ass. He’s buried to the hilt, his heat filling me, claiming me in a way that feels profound.

He stills for a moment, both of us panting, adjusting. His hands grip my hips hard, grounding me. I feel impossibly full, stretched, owned. Kiera makes a soft, needy sound on the bed.

"Look at her, Wild," Blade grunts, his voice thick. "Look at how much she wants this. Wants you."

I lift my head, turning to see Kiera. She’s kneeling on the edge of the bed now, her eyes dark pools of desire fixed on where Blade and I are joined.

Her lips are parted, her breathing shallow as her fingers work between her thighs.

The raw want on her face is almost as potent as Blade’s cock inside me.

"Come to him, Kiera," Blade orders, his hips pulling back slightly before driving forward in a shallow thrust that makes me gasp. "Show him how much you want him. Take his cock in your mouth."

Kiera doesn’t hesitate. She slides down the bed, moving towards me with that fluid, predatory grace that’s uniquely hers.

I straighten, as she kneels on the mattress before me, her gaze holding mine.

There’s no hesitation, only fierce possession and shared hunger.

Her hands find my thighs, sliding up to grip my hips as she leans in.

The first touch of her tongue against the head of my cock is electric.

I jerk against Blade’s hold, a choked moan escaping me.

Her mouth closes over me, hot and wet and perfect, sucking me deep.

The sensation is overwhelming—Blade’s thick cock stretching my ass, Kiera’s mouth working my cock, her eyes locked onto mine.

I’m trapped between them, utterly possessed, pleasure coiling tight and desperate in my gut as they rock me between them.

Blade picks up the pace, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that drives me forward into Kiera’s mouth with every thrust. "That’s it," he growls, his voice strained with his own building pleasure.

"Take it. Take us both." His thrusts grow harder, deeper, pushing me relentlessly into the wet heat of Kiera’s mouth.

She takes me, her throat opening, swallowing me down to the root, her fingers digging into my hips.

The dual stimulation is unbearable, exquisite.

The slide of Blade’s cock inside me, the suction of Kiera’s mouth, the intense emotion connecting us all—it shatters every defense.

I am laid bare. The last walls crumble. This isn’t just sex; it’s belonging.

It’s acceptance. It’s being claimed, body and soul, by the two people who see the darkest parts of me and want them.

Who fight for me, bleed for me, love me.

"Kiera… Blade…" My voice is a broken rasp, lost in the sounds of skin slapping skin and Kiera’s muffled moans. I’m hurtling towards the edge, the pressure building beyond bearing.

Blade’s rhythm turns erratic, his thrusts harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside me with brutal precision.

He’s close. I can feel it in the tremor of his hands on my hips, the ragged edge of his breathing.

"Come for us, Wild," Blade snarls, his voice raw. "Let go. Show us you’re ours."

Kiera sucks harder, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, her eyes burning into mine as her moan vibrates through my shaft. Ours. The word resonates through my core, a truth undeniable.

My climax detonates, a white-hot explosion that rips through me with seismic force.

My back arches violently, a raw, guttural roar tearing from my throat as I empty myself deep into Kiera’s waiting mouth.

She swallows it all, her eyes never leaving mine, her gaze fierce with possession and love.

The intensity of my release triggers Blade’s; he slams into me one final time, his body locking, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as he spills into the condom deep inside me, his hips grinding against my ass.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, leaving me trembling, suspended between them. Blade leans into me heavily, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. Kiera slowly releases my cock, her lips glistening, a satisfied, almost feral curve to her mouth as she looks up at me.

Blade pulls out slowly, carefully, one hand steadying my hip as I sway.

He disposes of the condom swiftly. Then, without a word, he guides me around, pulling me against his chest. Kiera rises, wrapping her arms around both of us.

We stand there, tangled together in the moonlight, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.

Blade’s hand cups the back of my head, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. Kiera’s fingers trace patterns on my back. No words are needed. The silence is thick with shared completion, bone-deep satisfaction, and a belonging so profound it settles into my marrow.

Ours. The word echoes, not a claim, but a truth.

A sanctuary forged in darkness, bound by blood, lust, and something infinitely stronger.

I close my eyes, breathing them in—Kiera’s wild sweetness, Blade’s dark spice.

This is where I belong. Between them. Forever.

The reckoning is over. The future, whatever it holds, is ours.