Page 305 of Icy Cold Death

Do it! Here you can do anything you want to me. You can’t hurt me!

Ridge moaned, his body coming alive as he pictured it. He saw what he wanted.

Sliding down Lucian’s rock-hard body, he didn’t see any of his tattoos. Instead, there were glowing symbols that crisscrossed his body.

They trailed down his torso.

The treasure trail.

Lucian moaned.

The man was heading toward his dick, and he wanted him to touch him more than anything.

He was desperate for it.

A part of him knew that his brain was searching out the killer, trying to learn how to really use the static to their advantage.

He was on a learning curve.

And it wasn’t easy.

It was hard.

Like him.

When he felt Ridge’s mouth near his dick, he couldn’t look down. If he did, he would lose control. If he did, he was going to grab the man, roll him over, and fuck him.

Yes, please. Take me. I don’t know what that’s like, but I want to feel everything with you.

Lucian knew the truth.

In the static, Ridge was the other half of his soul. They were a matched pair. In their normal plane, outside the static, their wives were.

It was so surreal.

Don’t tempt me, Ridge. I’m seconds from slipping and doing just that.

Ridge saw his erection.

He wanted him.

Desperately.

They heard Oracle’s voice, and they knew they needed to keep going deeper. Deeper into the static, and deeper into the lust.

Ridge had never wanted a man before.

Then, there was Lucian.

Letting any and all inhibitions go, he grabbed his erection and slipped him between his lips to give him head.

Lucian’s soul roared.

It sent shockwaves through both of them.

Ridge couldn’t stop.

In theory, he should hate every second of this. He was very heterosexual, and yet, this man was making him cross lines. There was no doubt he’d do this on their plane too.

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