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“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who I am. What if I’m like them? He said they were monsters. I’m not a monster.”
But maybe I was. Look what I have done.
I had killed someone my first night here. I had almost killed Illyria.
Four mothers had lost their sons in the city because of me. Who was next? What if it was someone I cared about?
What if it was one of the men I loved?
I had no control. No matter how I tried, nothing was my decision.
My life wasn’t mine to live.
And if I didn’t get the fuck out of there right now, I was going to lose my mind. Not just out of their room, but out of Divinity altogether. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t be around these people anymore.
I could convince my guys to come with me. They wanted to keep me safe, so they wouldn’t let me go alone.
I just had to ask.
I just had to form the words and speak the question aloud.
But I couldn’t find those words.
All I could do was gasp as I tried to catch my breath.
Lips closed over mine, and I gasped one more time. This time in surprise rather than panic.
Varon’s firm lips were warm and smooth against mine, and when he gathered me to his chest, I could feel his heart beating against my own. When had he stepped between me and Sam?
He didn’t let go when I shifted away from him. Instead, he moved forward with me until he had my back pinned against the wall. He kissed me deeper, wedging himself between my thighs and forcing me to wrap a leg around his to keep my balance.
This really wasn’t the time for this. I knew that, I swear I did. But he was so warm, and so hard where I was soft. He radiated safety when everything else around me seemed so tumultuous.
Despite the fraught history between us, I knew he would protect me. He cared, no matter how reluctant he was to show it. I twined my arms around his neck and this time, instead of trying to escape him, I pulled him closer.
The kiss only lasted a few more seconds, though.
“Move.” Sam growled the word as he shoved Varon aside. Varon’s lips were dragged away and replaced by Sam’s before I could draw in a full breath. The kiss was just as intense, but in a different way. Where Varon had been claiming control and oozed dominance, Sam was sweeter and comforting, the thread of steel in him hidden beneath his humor.
Good. I needed that right now. I didn’t want to hold the reins of this or anything else. I couldn’t wrap my mind around having to make a single decision.
Somehow, they knew that. Without a word, Sam pulled me from the wall and turned me so that Varon could step up behind my back. The heat of them both pressing in was like a heated blanket of security. Nothing could get to me when they had me like this, not even the knowledge that threatened to send me spiraling.
Varon’s hands dropped to my hips, yanking me back against an erection hard enough to break rocks.
Well, that escalated quickly.
I pushed back, aiding him in grinding that thick shaft against the soft flesh of my ass. Sure, I had to raise way up on my toes to get there, but it was worth the strain on my calves. Sam, ever the considerate one, reached behind my thighs and lifted them up around his hips. That placed an equally hard erection right against my pussy. I moaned into his kiss, and he grunted right back. Varon’s mouth came down on my neck, nipping at the tendons before closing his lips over my pulse. The suction made me gasp into Sam’s mouth, who took that opportunity to delve his tongue even deeper.
I didn’t know when we had moved, but gravity suddenly existed again as I was toppling onto the bed. Sam and Varon, once again demonstrating their wordless bond, whipped their shirts over their heads simultaneously. Next came the jeans, until they were in nothing but their underwear. Varon’s boxer briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination, especially considering the head of his cock was in full view, poking up past the waistband. When I looked at Sam, I giggled.
“Hey, don’t you judge me, Puff! It’s not my fault you decided you want to get down and dirty with me on laundry day.” His tighty-whities were just as revealing, but they also made him look like a preteen. I laughed again, which caused Sam to pounce. I tried to scoot back to escape, and he took the opportunity to hook his hands into the waistband of my jeans and give them a downward yank. Thanks to the lycra in them, they moved over my hips with ease, and he had them all the way off with one more tug. Varon had come up alongside me, not getting into the spirit of silliness that had overtaken Sam and me.
“Shirt off, Killer.”
The command made my clit throb, and I did as ordered. When I was clad in just a bra and panties, they both stopped for a long moment to stare.
“Fucking perfect.”
