“Elian,” I whispered, my breath shallow beneath the press of his fingers. Tiny pinpricks of light danced across my vision. “Jax. You… you’re so… Both of you…”
“We’re sowhat, angel?” Jax whispered.
“Yes, little sparrow,” Elian finally managed, his breath ghosting over my lips. Heat pulsed from his fingers, radiating through my skin. “Do tell.”
Jax thrust in deeper once more. I closed my eyes and melted into him, a bead of sweat trickling down my spine, his name on my lips like a curse.
When I finally opened my eyes and met Elian’s gaze again, he smirked. Crooked. Cocky.
Jealous.
“Demon got your tongue?” he asked, his smirk turning cruel. “Maybe we should let your insatiable little cunt do the talking instead.”
Elian might’ve thought his words would cut deep, but all they did was turn me on.
Keeping a hand wrapped around my throat, he released my wrist and slid his other hand down my abdomen, palm flat against my skin, fingers whispering closer…
“Please,” I whispered. Begged. “Touch me, Elian.”
His fingers trembled against my skin as if it burned him, but he didn’t pull away.
“Touch me,” I begged again.
“Damn it, Haley,” Elian ground out. “Don’t—”
“Don’t what?” I whispered. “Admit that I want you?Bothof you? It doesn’t have to mean anything more than—”
“It willalwaysmean more,” he hissed.
Anger flashed in his eyes, his private war waging endlessly behind them. He clenched his jaw, grip tightening on my throat as Jax railed me from behind, every thrust making me hot and dizzy.
A roar exploded from Elian’s chest. Fangs descended, and in a flash he brought his mouth to the spot between my neck and shoulder, his lips and breath caressing my skin, a soft contrast to his rage.
Itwasn’ta caress, though. It was a warning.
I felt the graze of his fangs, the sharp points scraping across my flesh, his hand still trembling against my abdomen, fingers inching closer but not close enough, my breath ragged, my body wound tight as my monsters pushed me down deeper into that dark well of pleasure.
If this was how I was going to die, well…
Fucking bring it.
Jax slid a hand around my hip, fingers dipping low between my thighs where Elian had refused to venture, teasing and stroking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of white-hot bliss as I awaited the exquisite pain of Elian’s bite.
“You’re close, angel,” Jax murmured. “I can feel it.”
A shudder wracked my body, heat building in my core as he circled my clit, his pace quickening, his cock hitting me deeper, harder, my thighs tightening around him, the wave of intense pleasure rising, cresting, and then…oh, God…
Elian released my throat, and the air rushed back into my lungs just as the wave broke, crashing over me with a force that nearly blinded me.
Jax slammed into me with a desperate growl, shuddering against my backside as he came hot and hard, my pussy clenching around him, my body drowning in ecstasy.
I cried out for my demon, and Elian grabbed my face and sealed his lips around mine, inhaling my moans of pleasure like a drug as I rode out the intense orgasm, the wet heat of his mouth radiating across my tongue, the bastard fae stealing the very breath he’d only just allowed me to claim.
I ached for his real kiss, the slide of his tongue, the slice of his fangs, but I knew he wouldn’t give it to me. Not like this. He was too proud, too wounded, too fucked up to go back on whatever promises he’d made himself all those years ago—whatever he’d done to cut me loose and burn the cords that’d once so tightly bound us.
He nipped my lip as he pulled back, finally drawing blood.
It wasn’t enough, though. With Elian, it would never be enough. Not unless he decided to let me back into his heart.
