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“I’ll do it,” I said, holding Noah’s gaze, making sure he understood my boundaries. “But you are the only one who I touch.”

Noah looked at me like I was an anomaly. Like I had just arrived from a different planet.

“What? Delane, he’s just trying to get under your skin. I’d never ask you to—”

“So fuck her,” Silas said with a snip. “And I’ll wait until you’re ready for me.”

Noah exhaled sharply through his nose. “We can’t. Delane, you’ve—” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve never done anything like that before.”

Silas was looking more entertained by the second. “Oh, do we need a safe word?”

“Safe…word?” I mumbled, feeling heat rush to my face. I understood now why Noah phrased it the way he did, because I had no damn clue what they were talking about.

Silas rolled his eyes. “You know, the phrase you say that gets us to stop. And knowing you, you’ll need it. For when you tap out.”

I fumed silently.

“How about…red?” Silas chirped devilishly. “Like her hair?”

Or your fucking demon energy.

“I’m fine with that,” I said, trying to bring my attention back to who mattered: Noah.

I leaned forward, nestling my head against his back. My body was so tense, I could feel it. Noah could feel it too.

“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured into my ear, a secret only we shared. “He can leave.”

I peered over Noah’s shoulder, eyeing Silas closely. His head was tilted ever so slightly as he observed us. Still clothed. Still sitting in the chair.

I sighed. Psycho.

I didn’t speak anymore. If I did, I might start psyching myself out. Instead, I brought my lips back to Noah’s, turning him to face me. I pushed the covers back, and for a moment, we were both exposed. I inched closer, curling myself under his chest until his skin was flush against mine. Then I leaned back into the covers, pulling him down with me by his shoulders.

I knew Silas was watching. I could feel his eyes burning into me, even as my lids drifted shut to immerse myself in Noah’s kiss.

I felt better with his body covering mine, this was for sure.

We stayed like that for awhile, caressing, kissing, until he shifted himself more closely to my body, his hard-on flush against my pelvis. I opened my eyes and looked into his. I nodded.

One small adjustment of his hips and he was gliding into me, drawing forth a gasp, as I remembered the pleasure from only moments ago.

The chair shifted to my right.

SILAS

I didn’t think the little siren was going to agree. That definitely threw me for a loop.

But Noah’s pleasure was my pleasure. And I wanted this to work.

I still couldn’t help the way my blood boiled watching him kiss her.

It was so intimate. Gentle. A way in which I didn’t have with him. But I wanted it. Even though I knew I might not ever be able to get it.

My cock pulsed watching his ass clenching in time to his little thrusts into her. I wanted to claim every part of it. Every part of him.

Something about this, while I thought it would piss me off to no end—was oddly satisfying. Noah was about to be pleasured in a way that he’d never experienced before. It would be a first of sorts for him. And I liked that. It made me hot thinking about him in throws of ecstasy.

I shifted in the chair, unbuckling my pants. A few strokes and watching Noah’s toned back arch into Delane was all it took to get me hard. My Raven was a fucking God and we were going to worship him. I’d always known there was a deep part of me wanting to grovel, to crawl, to serve.