Page 304 of Icy Cold Death

Ridge didn’t even get to move to protect himself. Lucian was on him so fast that the pleasure erupted. His body felt as if he was shot with bolts of electricity, all heading one place.

His dick.

Lucian. God. Please.

The man found his mouth, and they seemed to land on the big bed with the regal looking bedding.

Where are we? Ridge whispered into his mind as he was aware of the millions of voices. A part of Lucian was trying to find his way through them to the killer.

In a safe space. Bishop calls me the Beast. This is what my mind has created as our place.

I’m in it.

Because I want you here.

His mouth moved over Ridge’s, and the man’s body bowed with pleasure. In a heartbeat, he was dressed and then naked beneath him.

Be gentle. You’ll be my first.

Lucian roared somewhere in the castle his mind created.

I’ll try. I want you, Ridge. Here, I can’t fight it. Your body against mine feels different here.

He was aware.

Ridge enjoyed the moment, letting his hands wander, and his body move against Lucian’s. The man above him was still dressed.

Too many clothes. Get undressed. I need to feel you. I’ve always wondered.

Him too.

Then undress me, Ridge. Use your mind. See it, and do it.

They heard more voices all around them. Some begged for help, and some begged to be set free.

Ridge thought about the man above him, and then, in his mind, he began peeling away his clothing.

They melted away, revealing him.

Someone moaned.

God. This feels amazing.

Lucian kept touching him, and as their bodies moved against each other, there was a heat that began building.

They rolled, and Ridge was on top for a brief moment, his legs tangled in the tapestry bedding. When he stopped kissing Lucian, and opened his eyes, the man bit him on the neck, over his pulse.

His body actually bucked in pleasure.

Sex here was completely different.

It was visceral.

Animalistic.

Raw.

What he saw in his mind was nothing short of the kind of sex that would get him in so much trouble on the other plane.