Page 54 of Aria's Ascension

The scent of her arousal drifted back to where he stood in shadow. It arrowed through him like a spear. In an instant, his cock was as hard as the shackle still locked around his ankle.

This was what it meant to be Vrasai. And, yet, the darkness rose in his mind, whispering…

Take her.

Kill her mates.

Fuck her.

No!

He’d been a slave too long. That other side had grown too strong.

He fought against it, forced his feet to stay rooted on the stone beneath him, but the effort left him shaking.

Fisting his hand around his cock, he squeezed until the pain brought back a sliver of clarity. He meant to stop there. He tried to stoically endure the agony of smelling her pleasure.

But he could not.

His cock, slick with the wetness meant to ease his entrance into the tight clasp of her opening, instead eased his fist down his length.

He had to clench his teeth to silence a groan when he slid over the ultra sensitive ridges lining the top of his shaft.

Her moans filled his ears until they were all he could hear. He was drowning in the sweet scent of her cunt. He could not stop.

Turning to lean against the wall, he yielded, shuttling his fist up and down his cock, his movements rough, jerky, almost as much pain as pleasure. It was either this or go in there, slaughter her mates, and fuck her over and over again like the beast his owners labeled him.

He would not—could not—give in to the whispers.

So, he remained in the darkness, listening to someone else bring her pleasure, and forced himself into release again and again until the urge to take her, willing or not, quieted to a dull roar in his mind.

By the time he’d emptied himself, he was shaking violently, and his cock was aching from the abuse, but it barely took the edge off. He was still hard as stone and struggling to keep the feral darkness in his mind from consuming him.

Knowing if he stayed there any longer he’d break, he did the only thing he could. He retreated until her scent no longer filled his nose, until her pleasure was just a whisper in the distance.

But, not too far. Never too far.

Guarding, protecting, waiting…

He had to remain in the shadows until he could control the darkness in his mind, because Beast did not wait for her to need him. He waited for her mates to leave her vulnerable so he could claim her.

And Thrasin could not allow that.

Chapter 30

Aria sighed blissfully and a wicked smile curled her lips as she floated in the river, still recovering from not one, but two bouts of mind-blowing sex.

Her pussy was still throbbing, her nipples were dark red and swollen, and, if she had a mirror, she was sure she’d find her neck and shoulders a mess of mottled hickies and bite marks to match the ones decorating her inner thighs.

Kix got to her first when they arrived at their cave, taking her with the same unbridled wildness he’d unleashed their first time together. And Tirox, instead of leaving as he had before, watched.

Exibitionism wasn’t her thing… or so she thought. They proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that it most assuredly was, with them at least.

Feeling her barbarian’s hungry gaze on her while she rode Kix to a shattering orgasm was intensely erotic. When they finished, she hadn’t even stopped twitching before Tirox hauled her up and fucked her hard until she came for him again and again, not allowing his own release until she was hoarse from screaming.

Was there a bit of one upmanship going on?

Absolutely.

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