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Emrys' golden eyes narrow dangerously. "Too late for regrets," he rumbles. "The line's been crossed."
I sit up straighter, steeling myself. "Lines exist for a reason. Last night was a lapse in judgment."
Emrys seems to see something on my face and the ghost of a smirk tugs at his lips. "What are you afraid of?"
Before I can craft a response, Wilder emerges from the bathroom whistling cheerfully, while shamelessly nude. I avert my eyes in exasperation as he rummages for clothes.
"Now don't be shy, ladies, nothing here y'all haven't seen already." Wilder accentuates this with an exaggerated hip swivel as he tugs on his jeans.
Emrys grunts, looking utterly unimpressed by the display. I, however, feel my composure fraying rapidly.
"Must you make light of everything?" I snap.
Wilder turns and shoots me a cocky grin, eyes glinting with mischief. "Lighten up, amigo. The way I see it, we've got no obligations now 'cept having a good time together." His gaze turns wicked. "And I think we're all man enough to admit we enjoyed last night."
"This isn't a game," I grit out tersely. But even as I say it, uncertainty wars within me.
Wilder is right about one thing—I wanted Kathryn last night. I wanted to feel her pleasured cries and taste the salt off her skin. And if I'm being fully honest...the notion of having her again arouses dark desire, propriety be damned.
A smug smile spreads across his face at whatever he sees on mine, and it makes my fingers twitch with the urge to knock it off him.
Emrys rises from the bed, muscles coiling with barely leashed intensity beneath his tattooed skin. He moves to stand beside me facing Wilder. The air is saturated with testosterone, both of us radiating dominance and warning.
Only, Wilder seems utterly unbothered by the dangerous energy pervading the lavish suite. If anything, his grin widens, eyes glinting recklessly. "What? Y’all scared of a little competition?” He spreads his arms wide, the picture of cocky nonchalance. “Worried you can't measure up to a real man?"
At the bold challenge, Emrys bristles, stepping forward aggressively. I place a firm hand on his chest to hold him back. Now is not the time for rash actions.
"There's no need for confrontation," I state evenly, keeping my tone calm with effort.
"Typical." Wilder scoffs, looking far too entertained by the rising tension. "Ever the diplomat. You need to loosen that starched collar and start embracing those baser instincts, Wyatt." His blue eyes gleam wickedly. "I know Kat would enjoy seeing you cut loose again."
The insinuation makes heat crawl up my neck. The memory of Kathryn submitting so sweetly to my commanding touch last night fans the flickering flames within me. I want–no, need–to feel that heady rush of power again.
She was perfect.
Slowly and deliberately, I turn and pin Wilder with a penetrating stare that has him shifting almost imperceptibly. Emrys looks on with interest, muscles coiled in readiness.
"You seem quite confident in yourself," I state evenly, watching Wilder closely. "Care to truly put it to the test?"
I issue the reckless challenge without hesitation, decorum shriveling in the face of burning desire. Let him question my restraint now.
Wilder's eyes widen fractionally in surprise before a sharp, cunning smile spreads across his rugged features. "Oh, it’s on now." His gravelly voice rings with anticipation.
Emrys steps forward, eyes blazing golden fire. "You're both delusional if you think she'll choose either of you over me." His bold vow rumbles through the room like a promise.
I turn my gaze on him, regarding him evenly. This is ridiculous, but I can’t seem to find it in me to stop. To back down.
Sensing the gauntlet thrown down, Wilder's grin turns positively feral. "Well alright then. May the best man win." His eyes gleam wickedly.
The challenge hangs heavy in the air, reckless and irresistible. Gone is any logic and reason, all of it laying tattered in a pile at our feet. We came here as allies, but now size each other up as rivals, provoked and on high alert.
This is entirely unprecedented–crazy even–yet I find myself intrigued rather than appalled. This unexpected battle brewing between us snaps something primal awake inside me, sharpening my focus with predatory intensity.
I will not be backing down or stepping aside. Not when it comes to Kathryn. I intend to tap into the dominant, commanding side she so beautifully submitted to last night. And I will relish every second of pleasuring her into sweet oblivion.
I never lose.
