th knew who was alpha between us. He just liked to fight it. And I loved that he did.
“She screams when she comes,” he whispered, arching into my touch. “It’s the most beautiful sound. I listen for it every night, knowing her fingers are buried deep in her pussy, and each time, I imagine my cock taking her deep while you drive into her ass.” He hissed out a breath as I squeezed in response to the vivid vision painting my mind from his words. “Fuck, Zeph, she’d make the most arousing noises just for us.”
I pictured it perfectly, us driving into her from two different angles and taking her to new heights of pleasure, all the while teasing and taunting and making her beg for more. More images flashed through my mind of her on her knees sucking Kols off, my hand in her hair to dictate the pace. Kols going down on her after I’ve fucked her, my cum on his tongue mingling with her fresh arousal. Aflora licking him clean after he blew his load all over my abdomen, like he was about to do now.
His forehead hit my shoulder, my lips still near his pulse. “Do it.”
“You haven’t fed recently,” I replied, my breath ragged from my hand and our discussion.
“I’m fine. Fucking do it.”
My incisors ached at the prospect, Kols’s bloodline an aphrodisiac to my senses. As his pledged Guardian for life, I could drink from him without worrying about the mating link snapping into place, because we were already bonded in a different way. I pledged my fealty to him nearly a decade ago, sealing our fates.
That was what marked this assignment as temporary.
No one could protect Kols like I could.
We were literally linked in an ancient ceremony very few knew about outside of his esteemed lineage.
“Now, Zeph,” he demanded, his voice hoarse with the strain of his impending climax.
I sent him over the edge by biting down hard on his neck and piercing his vein. His power flowed into my mouth on a wave of molten energy that revitalized my connection to the dark arts in an instant and shot me into oblivion with him.
Our groans reverberated around the marble walls of my shower, his seed mingling with mine against our abdomens and coating us in the forbidden lust that constantly brewed between us.
That was why we enjoyed this—the wrongness of it.
We were both equally fucked up and embraced the insanity.
Nothing could ever exist here beyond mutual satisfaction, his destiny and mine already tied up in a fucking bow of Council-sanctioned perfection.
A perfection Aflora endangered, which only enticed me more.
She had the potential to change everything.
And destroy us all.
In likely the best way possible.
I released Kols’s neck, my eyes finding his as our minds melded together in a temporary infusion. This always happened when I bit him, our mental states fluctuating.
Those thoughts about Aflora hadn’t been mine, but his. Only, I echoed the sentiment now that I’d heard it. “You want her to fuck it all up,” I whispered, having seen the darkest secret lurking inside his mind. “You welcome her chaos.”
“It’s a dark fantasy.” He licked his lips, his voice hoarse from our joined pleasure. “It’ll never happen.”
“But you want it to.”
“As do you.”
I didn’t deny it.
Because he was right. The depraved part of me that connected so deeply to Kols longed to see his wicked thoughts come true. Which was precisely why I released him. “Get out.” This never should have happened anyway. I owed it to him—to everyone—to remain distant and avoid a repeat of the Dakota experience.
And Aflora posed the biggest risk in the history of my existence to Kols’s safety.
We shouldn’t even be discussing her, let alone fantasizing about her.
Kols narrowed his gaze, ignoring my command to leave. “Look, I get it. You’re losing sight of your control around her. But being a dick isn’t going to solve this problem.”