A single sentiment, filled with understanding.
I stroked myself while he watched, an entire history of intimacy sparking between us in the flash of a second. This intensity between us only grew over the years, blinding us to our actions and how they impacted others.
Now was no different.
I knew I shouldn’t.
I knew giving in to this impulse would be a mistake.
Yet I couldn’t deny the flaring of his pupils or the sharp intake of breath as his arousal quickly caught up to mine.
He wanted me like he always did.
And right now, I was too far gone to fight it.
I shoved away from the marble, took hold of his nape, and yanked him into the shower. He grunted as his back hit the wall, his gold irises on fire as he boldly met my gaze. I took his mouth in a punishing kiss meant to draw blood, and he gave it back in kind, his palm grasping the back of my neck and squeezing as he fought my dominance with his own.
He’d lose.
We both knew it.
But part of the allure between us was the battle each time we fucked.
I released his nape to grab his shirt, the buttons tearing beneath my hand as I wrenched the fabric away from his chest. He growled. I snarled. And his shirt fell in tatters to the floor of the shower.
He kicked off his shoes, the leather ruined from the water. His pants and boxers soon followed, leaving us naked and panting against each other. “Tell me about the dreams,” I demanded. “Because I know you’ve been in her head every night.”
Kols arched into my palm as I grabbed his dick, his breath shuddering over my lips. “Not every night,” he replied. “Just most of them.”
“What does she do? How have you fucked her? I want details. All of them.” I tightened my grip, giving him a firm, harsh stroke to underline my demand.
“Fuck, Zeph.”
“That’s the idea,” I replied, pressing my forehead to his. “Tell me what she likes.”
“She likes everything,” Kols panted, his back bowing off the wall. “I’ve had her so many different ways over the last month, and she loves all of it. Sometimes she even takes control, allowing me into her fantasies. Yet she has no idea that I know or that it’s all a mutual exchange. She thinks she’s using me against Shade to kick him out of her head to indulge in her own desires.”
“Mmm, if that were true, then I’d be there, too.” Because I knew she wanted me, had seen the glimmer of interest countless times in her beautiful blue eyes.
“I think she’s tried, but I’m always the one available,” he admitted. “She fucking keeps me up at all hours with my hand on my cock, stroking endlessly until she’s satisfied.”
“Do you come?” I asked him, our eyes locked together.
“Every time.”
“Do you imagine her coming over to lick you clean afterward?”
“Yes.”
“Which makes you come again.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. Because I knew Kols. We both were drinking blood supplements because we hadn’t fed properly in ages. And it was all Aflora’s fault. Her fucking enchantment, her allure, her sweet floral scent. “She’s driving me mad.”
“I know.”
“Tell me about the dreams,” I said again, wrapping my fist around both our cocks and stroking them together. “I want the details, Kols. Tell me how she tastes, how she screams, her favorite position. How does she like to be fucked?”
He swallowed roughly, his palm still on the back of my neck, his opposite hand on my arm as if he wanted to help me guide the pace below. I thrived on control, and so did he. Poor Aflora would be helpless between us, our needs dictating her every move.
And she’d fucking love it.