Page 360 of Icy Cold Death

Lucian wasn’t going to lie.

That kind of lust…

It was wanted. The only other time he’d ever felt anything like it was with Bishop. That’s how he knew it was meant to be.

He had two soulmates on two different planes, and Lucian was living for it.

Because they were both jonesing for a trip into the static to fornicate, Ridge reached for his mind and stayed in it.

An open third eye twenty-four-seven was no joke. There were times one of them would wake the other from sleep and need to meet to go into the static, so they would. They’d meet in the meditation mancave to do just that.

When the lust nearly took Lucian to his knees, he was honest.

Ridge, your mouth…More. I need more.

The man understood. He was feeling the same thing, and it was to the point he couldn’t hold on. It was getting harder and harder to pretend he wasn’t wrapped up in this man’s aura.

God. I need you. I’m anxious and horny all at once. I felt like I wanted to peel myself out of my own skin. I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m sorry.

The kiss was nuclear.

As they stayed locked together, they melted into each other.

Ridge, if you need me, I’m here. Your lust is calling to mine. We need to hurry. Let’s go under. I need to fuck you.

That was exactly what Ridge wanted. In fact, he showed him what he craved, knowing that Lucian was more than a giving lover.

He’d give him anything he wanted in the static.

When they broke apart, they were breathing heavily.

“Hurry,” Ridge whispered out loud. “We have to hurry.”

Oh, he was aware.

“We may have to do this more than once a day, Ridge. It’s getting harder to stay apart.”

The man was well aware.

“Deal,” he said. “We can do this more than once a day. I’m down for that,” he admitted as he felt fingers touching his flesh, even though he and Lucian were standing apart.

The man’s willingness to give Lucian whatever he craved was very alluring. He had to satiate that beast in the static, and he would.

Forever.

Together, they sat on the floor, discarding their shirts and shoes. The whole time, they watched each other like predator and prey.

“I need you,” Ridge whispered. “Let me have what I crave.”

There was a collective moan, as they knew what would be coming.

Both of them.

Because time was different in the static, they could have sex there over and over again, until they burned off that lust, satiating that wickedness in them. They’d fornicate like wild animals, and very little time would pass here.

God.

Life was good.

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