“No.”
“Fuck, Zeph.” I sucked his lip into my mouth, laving the wound and holding his gaze as I did it.
His nostrils flared.
So I repeated the action.
Then I created a new wound, biting him again, and he hissed in response. “Kolstov.”
“Zephyrus,” I returned. “Shall I go for a third? I mean, why not at this point, right?”
His nostrils flared, his chest heaving against mine. Then he tightened his grip in my hair and yanked me into a kiss underlined in feral energy. I groaned, the taste of him addictive and perfect and sweetened by Aflora’s essence.
I could sense her in him, her energy an addictive flavor I missed with every ounce of my soul.
Her life thrummed through me as I swallowed more of Zeph’s blood. I could feel her inside me, as though she blessed our union with her presence.
Except she wasn’t here.
And I missed her.
“Tell her what we’re doing,” I groaned as Zeph walked me backward to the bed. “Tell her.”
“I already have,” he replied, his fingers still in my hair, his lips brushing mine. “She can feel it.”
“What is she saying?”
“It’s making her hot.” He smiled with the words, then trailed his tongue along my lower lip. “She wishes she were here.”
“I wish she were here, too,” I admitted.
“Get on the bed, Kols. Lose the boxers.” The command in his tone was one I wanted to counter, but I knew he needed the control right now.
I’d told him to take it out on me, to use me. And the look in his eyes told me he was going to do exactly that.
So I followed his command to the letter, kicking off my black boxer briefs and sliding onto the center of the bed. He grabbed the lube from my nightstand and tossed it to me. I caught it in my fist, then arched a brow at him, waiting.
His jaw ticked.
He usually preferred my mouth, but I sensed his need for something else tonight.
“She can feel the new connection,” Zeph said.
“Is she okay with it?”
“Yes.” He knelt on the bed. “She didn’t realize Shade had bitten you, but she sees it now. She says she feels closer to you.”
“I feel closer to her, too,” I admitted, my gaze dropping to his dick. The fabric barely contained him, his boxers stretched tight across his hardening length.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice dark with unhindered emotion.
“I know.”
“I’m not going to be nice about it.”
I smiled. “I know.”
“Get up on your knees.”