What does Nolan like?I wonder, my hips gyrating faster now.Will he take me alone?
I’m not even sure where he is.
I nearly ask, but Kaspian does something below that has me glued to the present, to him, to the phantoms behind me, to this moment in time.
It all feels sogood.
So right.
So…stars…
A quake rolls through me, throwing me into an unexpected oblivion, my body having been so primed from hours of playing that I didn’t realize my orgasm had approached the edge until I fell headfirst over it.
Kaspian’s name leaves my mouth, followed by my other mates’. I think I even mention Nolan, my mind too consumed by the pleasure to focus. It’s all so unbelievable. Soperfect.
Because I can feel Kaspian again.
Our bond.
This connection.
How did I ever mistake it for the spell?It’s so much hotter. So much more intense.So exquisite.
Heat gushes between my legs, Kaspian’s claim searing me from the inside out and joining those of my other mates.
I feel so full of them. In my heart. In my soul.In my body.
They’ve all driven me to unexpected heights, teaching me a new way of being. All the while awakening a hope that burns so bright inside me that I can almost feel it singeing away the cold spires of my past.
Only that heat begins to dim as my climax abates, the warmth slowly leaving my being with each passing second.
I sigh, missing that orgasmic glow already.
But Bane and Nox promised more.
They’ll reignite my flame in seconds, taking me right back to this rapturous plane.
I open my mouth to beg for their touch, my eyes fluttering in the process. “I…” I trail off, my gaze unfocused and requiring me to blink a few times.
I expect to find Kaspian’s handsome features, maybe even witness a satisfied expression or a charming smirk.
But he’s not who I find lurking before me.
Instead, I’m surrounded by seven hooded figures.
“Hello, Fallon,” Patriarch O’Neely greets me, his voice sending a chill down my spine as his power forces me to bow over a death stone. “It’s time to discuss your fate.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
NOLAN
Ayla opensa portal door that leads us to another roof, this one in the heart of Staten Island.
I pause after stepping through it, my instincts demanding that I survey the scene.
Clear,I assess after taking in my surroundings.Just like the last three rooftops.
It seems that’s Ayla’s thing—traveling by rooftop portals.
