Page 7 of Retribution

I pulled away from Lenin, a single brow raised at her still form. “You’re awake then?”

“Only after you both smacked me with lust. No need to stop on my account.” She rubbed against her sheets, a whimper leaving her throat as she turned slightly toward me. “You took too long.”

Her voice was pitiful, and I felt like shit hearing it directed at me. Of course, she was right; I knew what I was feeling, and I ignored it for longer than I should, for as long as I possibly could because I was scared. I still was.

I leaned down, laying a gentle kiss on her exposed shoulder.was “I did, and I’m sorry. But, I’m here now.”

“You didn’t tell me it hurt.” Her voice was weak, and it hurt to hear her like that.

“I didn’t know,” I mumbled before pushing her dark hair aside and kissing her neck. “But, I’ll fix it.”

She laughed silently, “You better.”

Fates, but her scent was driving me crazy. Just standing this close, the primal need to tear off my clothes and mount her like the animal that lurked under my skin would was nearly impossible to fight. My skin crawled with the need; my stomach tightened at the nearness and my cock, fates. It was painfully hard. Lenin looked between us before he reached for the silk, fisting it in his palm before he pulled. He stared down at her body, a dumbfounded expression on his face. I understood it; hell, I felt it too.

“Your breasts are magnificent,” he declared, and Libby smirked, obviously amused at our mate’s ways. “Can I honor you with my touch?”

She didn’t answer him, only sat up before going to her knees in front of him. She laced her fingers with his, slowly gliding their joined hands up her body before laying his palms on her chest. His eyes watched as she released his palm before traveling her fingers up his body and fluttered against his neck.

She reached back, grabbing the thick braid of his hair and rubbing it between her fingers, “I’m always tempted to touch your hair.”

“You do not have to ask,” Lenin answered breathlessly, and I knew having her naked body this close, with his palms on her breasts, was affecting him. Hell, just the sight of it was making me hot.

I didn’t wait for an invitation. I peeled off my clothes and climbed onto the bed, bringing my body close to hers. The desire to rub my scent against her skin, to mark her, to proclaim she was mine was strong, and I couldn’t resist it. I rubbed my chest against her back, gliding my skin over hers as my palm fell onto her stomach, holding her body tight to mine as she stretched up to bring her lips to Lenin’s.

A growl escaped him. The most controlled man I’d ever met, brought down by the lips and body of our temptress mate. She wound his braid tightly around her palm, pulling his head toward hers, controlling the kiss, controlling him. Owning him. Only pulling back and releasing him long enough for his shirt to be pulled over his head before her hands were on him again.

It was mesmerizing. Hypnotic. Erotic. I couldn’t take my eyes off them; I didn’t want to. Instead, I leaned into Liberty, traveling my hand low to the junction of her thighs as my lips found the faint scar of my bite on her skin. I wanted to- no, I needed to – bite her again. This time with purpose, intent, the desire to make her mine.

“Mine,” I growled against her skin, my teeth grazing her flesh.

I wanted her to say it. I craved her admission that she belonged to me. My mate. Mine. My eyes flinted up to them, both of them. Mine. I growled again, the sound vibrating off the walls, filling the room, and they both froze, pulling away from each other to watch me.

I used the opportunity to steal her away, turning her face toward me, sealing her lips with my own. I could taste him on her lips, taste the woodsy flavor mixed with spices, taste the earth and power he manipulated well. But underneath it, I felt the sparks and light of Libby, felt the pull of my soul reaching for her, yearning to claim her.

Her back arched against my assault, her body reacting to mine like she was made for me, and she was. Every inch of her, sculpted to perfection, for me.Mine.I never got a chance to touch her like this, to worship her body and her curves. To savor her skin and her lips, and it was my fault, I knew. I held myself back, my fear and grudges stealing from what I could have had all this time—taking away from me the queen in front of me, a self-inflicted punishment.

Before us, Lenin’s head lowered to her breasts, his hands and mouth worshipping her in ways I could only dream would worship me. I paused, that thought, though new, wasn’t unpleasant or unwelcome, and though I’d admit that my past conquests had all been of the female variety, the idea of Lenin excited me. I already knew that his kiss sent electricity through my entire body, but more? Was I willing to find out?

I reached for his hair, pulling his head up, crashing my lips to his, and sandwiching Libby between us as I did. I let my fingers graze a gentle circle over her clit, her body so damn responsive that I hardly had to touch her to get her breathing heavy. Her fingers clawed at Lenin’s skin as we kissed, his hand going low to join mine between her thighs, brushing his fingers against mine before disappearing into her body.

A gasp left her lips before her body leaned against Lenin, her teeth sinking into his chest. His lips broke away, his body taut. His breathing became heavy as he tried to control his body while our mate drank from him, her body convulsing around his fingers. She cried and thrashed between us, begged and pleaded for more, for less, for some sort of salvation from the pleasure igniting inside of her. But we refused to relent until her muscles relaxed and the convulsions stopped, leaving her limp and sated between us.

Chapter 4

LIBERTY

I hadn’t meantto bite him. Until now, I hadn’t tasted non-vampire blood, and I was a hundred percent okay with that. I didn’t want to be a freak, snacking on whoever, whenever. I liked the control I had. But in the grips of one of the most intense orgasms I’d had to date, I sunk my teeth into his chest and drew his blood into my body. Every cell sparked to life, the magic in his blood dancing within me, singing to my soul and dancing with the heart that pumped it through my body.

Euphoric. My seer was ecstatic, and I hadn’t expected that outcome; I had never wanted to find out. I never wanted to expose this side of me to him, to show him what a beast of a human – or formally human – I could be. Guilt flooded me. I regretted the action, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret the taste of him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered against his chest. I couldn’t look him in the eye. I was embarrassed that I lost control. And my body? I couldn’t move it if I wanted to. I was still sandwiched between their bodies, Lenin’s fingers inside me, Justice’s palm holding me in place. I didn’t want them to move, didn’t want to lose the shocks of pleasure or the delicious stretch his large fingers caused.

“I am sorry, too,” Lenin replied, his chest against my ear as he spoke.

I couldn’t figure out why he would be sorry. “Why?”

“Your bite was enjoyable.” Oh. I hadn’t expected him to enjoy it. “I released.”