Page 169 of Barinov

He bites his lip and looks down at our girl on her knees in front of him, choking on his cock.

“Neither of you,” he adds, running a finger down her cheek.

She hums, the sound muffled by the weight of Cade on her tongue.

A sudden, freezing draft cuts through the steam that makes the hair on my neck stand at attention. The water hitting my shoulders turns from a simmer to an icy needle-prick in a split second.

“The fuck?” I say, my muscles locking. “Did you feel that?”

Cade tilts his head back, hazel eyes glazed with want. “Feel what?”

The heat rushes back to life as if it never left.

“Nothing… never mind.”

Bella pulls back from Cade for half a breath, her hand replacing her mouth as she strokes him in a tortuously slow rhythm.

“You ready for him, sweetheart?” she teases, winking up at us.

A wrecked moan leaves Cade’s throat as he nods. I don’t give him time to brace. I thrust inside him and sink into that familiar warmth that shuts out the rest of the damn world. I drag out every motion, the pressure in my balls building until my vision darkens.

For a heartbeat, the world glitches. Dark red streaks begin to flow down the tiles like melting wax. I blink hard and it returns to normal. I keep pounding into him, desperate to drown out the roar building in my chest.

“You feel that, Cade?” I say, snapping my hips forward. “That’s what it means to be ours. Every inch of me, inside you, inside her. That’s what we are. One.”

“God, Lex,” Cade moans as he slams his head back against my shoulder.

“Now, now, Lexie,” Luca’s oily voice fills my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. It’s every inch of me, inside her now. That’s what we are. One.”

“What the?” I grit my teeth, pulse racing in my chest. “Did you hear that?”

Cade shakes his head, looking back at me with concern. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m fine.”

I lean in to kiss the side of his neck, but my lips hit something cold. Something hard. The metallic tang of copper fills my mouth.

I pull back.

And my heart fucking stops.

A heavy black-and-white collar is cinched tight around his throat, cutting into his skin.

“No,” I whisper, my hips faltering. “What the hell is this?”

“What?” Cade asks. His voice is muffled like he’s speaking through a thick layer of glass. “Lex, what’s wrong?”

“This can’t be happening.”

I look down at Bella. A matching collar is locked around her neck, glowing a bright neon-red. A buzzing sound begins vibrating through the floor. Bella screams—a jagged, horrific sound—as her hands fall away from Cade and splash into the wet tiles.

Luca’s voice bounces off the glass, mocking me.

“You touched her once and called it fate,

But I’ll be the one to detonate.

She wears my collar. Bears my name.