Page 468 of Evil Hearts

Sulessta, still as naked as she has been since she shed her tail, stalks toward me with a smirk painting her lips, her forked tongue darting from between her lips.

I’m stepping to meet her without a second thought.

“Mine.”

Fuck.

How many times am I going to call her mine without meaning to?

Sheismine, but I continue to claim her out loud over and over again, with no conscious thought. It’s a little weird.

“Yours,” she agrees as she stops in front of me, her hand going to my bare chest before she glances at Lythell and Voxlur. “All of yours. Come with me. I have set up a place for my heat.”

When she turns away, I follow her without a thought, my eyes on her pert ass.

Gorgeous.

Voxlur and Lythell fall into step behind me as Sulessta leads us through a door and down a set of stairs into a basement. The air down here is hot and humid, surprising me considering Sulessta has been complaining about being hot.

Allowing my eyes to trail over her body, I see perspiration already building on her skin as it is on mine. She has to be burning up right now.

The room we step into isn’t anything special—it looks like a lounge area—but Sulessta doesn’t pause her movement. She slips through the room and down a hallway and into another large room that contains a pool and hot tub. This room is even hotter than the lounge area had been.

But she doesn’t pause here either, leading us to a door on the far side of the room. She pushes it open and a blast of cool air hits me in the face, feeling almost too cold after the heat we just walked through.

Sulessta steps inside, moving directly to an enormous bed that dominates the room. It’s large enough that I assume she had to have it custom made. At least we won’t have to worry about there not being enough room, considering how massive her monster mates are.

Stepping to the side to allow the other two to enter, I allow my eyes to take in the room. There are two doors, both standing open. One leads into a bathroom and the other a closet that doesn’t seem to hold any clothes but a shit ton of sex toys.

Okay, then.

Besides the bed, there isn’t much else in the room. There’s a mini fridge in the corner and two nightstands, but that’s it. Even the walls are bare.

A sigh of relief falls from my lips as Voxlur shuts the door behind him, cutting off the humid air. A shiver runs through me at the drastic change in temperature, but my body is already cooling off significantly.

Voxlur chuckles, slapping a furry, clawed hand on my shoulder. “You’ll grow accustomed to the differing temperatures an Alphest requires. Lythell and I have shared a home since we were teenagers. It’s not so bad when you get used to it.”

“Strip,” Sulessta hisses as she reaches for a remote on the nightstand. She presses a button and the lighting changes from a dull yellow glow to a red that has me blinking. It’s much darker in the room now, even if there are more lights. LED lights line the top and bottom of each wall, set to a dim setting, while four overhead lights glow red.

Once my eyes have adjusted to the change, I realize I can see more than I thought I’d be able to.

The rustle of clothes has me turning my head to find Voxlur removing his shorts.

I don’t mean to watch him undress, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away when he pushes them down, revealing a massive cock. Unlike the rest of him, it’s not covered in fur. Probably best to not have a furry dick inside someone.

My dick is bigger than most humans from what I’ve gathered, but he puts me to shame. I guess our mate won’t be left wanting with all three of us around.

He strokes himself as his wings flex behind him, and I finally tear my eyes away from him. They find Sulessta, who’s watching Voxlur like she wants to eat him. I guess, in a way, she does.

When her eyes find their way to me once more, she frowns. “I said strip.”

There’s power to her words, unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

My hand drops to my pants, already unbuttoning them and shoving them down as I kick my shoes off.

With the power heavy in the air, I’m not sure I could’ve ignored her order even if I wanted to—which I don’t. I want nothing more than to bury my cock inside my mate.

“Come to me,” she whispers, though it still carries the same power as her previous command.

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