Page 70 of The Sorrow of Shadows

Our breathing is shallow and fast as we both fight to come down from our combined high. His hand releases my hair at last and the other reaches up to caress my cheek.

“Well, that was one hell of a first kiss, love.” I hear his voice for the first time since waking. It’s rough with sleep, but it’s the use of the endearment that has me freezing. Something doesn’t feel right. I twist and take a look at the male behind me.

I’m greeted not by the inky black locks that belong to Aurelius, but by the amber eyes and deep brown curls that are uniquelyAyden.

“What the fuck? Why are you in my dream?

“I don’t know, love. It’s your dream; you tell me.” He smirks before taking my lips in another kiss. Something in the back ofmind screams that I should be fighting, but I can’t find it in me to care.

“Little demon, wake up.”

I shoot straight up in bed, panting and gasping for breath.

Aurelius sits up next to me, his hair mussed from sleep and eyes growing more alert as he scans me for clues to my distress.

“Aurelius?” I question, still not sure what to believe. The dream was so vivid, itfeltreal.

“Of course, Princess. Who else?” he questions curiously.

“N-no one. I was just confused,” I mumble.

He brushes a lock behind my ear as his lips turn downward. “What’s going on, Breyla? You were moaning in your sleep. I only woke you to help make your dreams become reality but found your shadows out thrashing wildly.” What would have normally come off as cocky is now concern.

“I—I was having a dream.”

“And?” he prods, encouraging me to continue.

“I thought it was really happening; I thoughtyouwere really fucking me. I—” I’m having trouble finishing my sentence, fully feeling embarrassed and guilty.

He grabs me by my chin and turns me to look him directly in the eyes. “Who was fucking you, Breyla?” His tone is dangerous, but not threatening.

I try to force my chin out of his grasp, but his grip tightens as I mumble “Ayden.”

Before I can fully process what’s happening, Aurelius is across the room, pants already hanging loosely off his hips as he reaches my door.

“Aurelius, where the hell are you going?” I demand as I throw on my robe and follow him out of my bed chambers.

He says nothing to me but pounds his fist on the door across from mine—Ayden’s.

“Open the fucking door, bastard!” he yells as he continues pounding.

I’m too stunned to speak when Ayden finally opens his door, full smirk in place.

“Can I help you, Lord Aurelius?” he asks.

“Fuck you,” Aurelius spits and wraps his hand around Ayden’s throat, throwing him against the closest wall.

Ayden doesn’t even look surprised or angry. He looks amused, proud of himself even.What the fuck am I missing?

He doesn’t fight Aurelius, instead laughing and grinning maniacally.

“Whatever is the problem, My Lord?” he mocks.

“Stay out of her fucking head.” That has my attention.

“Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean by that?” I ask, my eyes darting between the two males. They’re both wearing nothing but sleep pants, full chiseled chests on display. In any other situation I would be feeling a completely different way.

“Yeah, you lost your right to be pissed when you fucked her across the hall from me and dropped your sound shield right as she climaxed and screamed your name. We both knew what we were doing, Aurelius.” He’s still looking at him in that cocky way, but he’s no longer laughing.

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