The lusciousness of their lips pressed against mine, one after the other, igniting the fire caged in a cold, damp place.
And the release of our pent-up hunger, our combined beasts rushing to the surface and gasping for air as if for the first time.
Every muscle twitched as I stopped just outside the door. A single touch of Brogan’s hand against my back was almost too much to take. I was already lost to them, the inexplicable draw damning yet no longer something I could ignore.
And the four of us would burn in hell for our sins.
There was some sickness inside of me, so twisted I couldn’t breathe without thinking about them.
“Go inside,” Brogan growled, his breath skipping against the side of my face, tickling my lashes.
I tipped my head, and I could swear there was a strange comprehension in his eyes, as if he knew something I didn’t.
And the moment I found the courage to walk inside the room, for the second time in less than a year, I knew my world was about to be shattered.
“I’m glad you could join us, Dahlia,” Alexander stated, the huskiness in his tone more unnerving than before. As he walked closer, I shrank back, hitting Brogan’s hard body.
“I think I’d prefer to call you by your real name. Cassie Lark, or to be even more accurate, Cassandra Lark Fields, the illegitimate daughter of Senator Walter Fields of Illinois, where you continue to reside, also father to Garrison Fields, your half-brother and a member of the Wild Boys.”