Kylian groans, and the sound vibrates through me, making the molten heat inside me writhe like the sun, flaring out. Tiny red specks dot my vision as he sets a more frantic pace, and my hips start to rise off the mattress.
My response drives him to increase his tempo. Quicker licks. Harder and more insistent, while one of his hands sneaks around and clutches my ass cheek, tugging lightly, showcasing how well he’s learned my body. And he’s no book learner. The man puts that knowledge to good use.
When my breathing shallows into frantic little pants, Kylian slides my panties to one side. And then his tongue glides over me, spelling out his name along my pussy, one of his favorite things to do. His scalding confidence mixes with the slick leaking from me, and the buttery glide drives me to madness, just as he knew it would.
I love it when my men claim me.
A keening hum emanates from me, and he licks again. He laps stripes up my seam as my leg hooked over his back curls in and the one on the mattress bends so that my foot can gain leverage.I arch my back, physically pleading for more pleasure, more intensity, more of him.
Kylian answers every one of my prayers when his finger traces a path behind his tongue. His mouth captures my clit, tugging as his finger dips carefully between my folds, gliding up and down.
A furor rips through me until I'm no longer skin and bones. I'm mist and moonlight. I dissolve into pure pleasure that floats through the atmosphere, suspended above the world, drifting through the ether. I'm just like the swirling stars painted on the ceiling, spinning out through space, burning and blissful.
When I sink back down into myself, I blink and see Kylian smirking at me, his lips still glossy with slick.
"Fucking delicious," he mutters. "I need more."
And then he dives back down to lap lightly at me, his finger twisting, determined to work me up to another orgasm.
The bed dips next to us, and I glance over to see Colter nude and kneeling on the mattress, resembling a statue of Hercules—if the demigod had worn a skull mask. He's stroking his shaft, which is thick and long, already swollen red.
I reach for him, but he doesn't let me touch him. Instead, he stops jerking himself and leans down, one hand grabbing onto either side of my dress, triceps tightening. And then he rips it in half.
Gauzy, dreamy lust overtakes my mind as he frees me of the ripped garment and my bra. I limply submit to his manhandling with a punch-drunk smile because fucking hell, that was hot.
"Kiss me," I request.
He leans down, and his lips seal against mine as Kylian lets his tongue dive back inside.
Colter's kiss is warm and gentle, his lips brushing over my skin, his mask dragging along my cheek.
But something's wrong.
Intensity swells in my chest, but it's not the right kind. It whirls and twists like a tornado but turns dark and ominous. Tears bubble up even though both of my scent matches are being so utterly good to me.
Sadness slaps me hard, and I wrench away from Colter's kiss, an intense emotion swelling within me that even I don't understand. Kylian pauses, head tilting as he lifts up and studies me, and the heel of my hand comes to my chest as I try to decipher the upheaval within. In the distance, I can feel Luka and Ridge's eyes on me.
"Brylee?" Colter cups my cheek as if it's made of porcelain.
And I can see the concern in his gaze. Register it. But I can't see him.
The need to see him, all of him, is suddenly urgent. Undeniably important. Everything else is put on hold by this craving to kiss him. Not Colter with the mask. Not the Colter who hides.
My true mate.
But will he let me?
Is that too much to ask?
He hasn't taken that mask off with me the entire time I've known him. Not once. Not when we made love for the first time. Not when we came here. Never.
I was trying to wait until he offered, but the yearning to see him has transformed into a compulsion that spills through me with the force of a waterfall. It’s a barrier between us. A door. A wall. A mountain range.
And I want all barriers gone.
Need them gone.
The ache of separation wrenches through me, and it’s utterly terrifying. Because even though he’s right in front of me, my heart beats as if we’re separated by miles.
