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If anything, the thought only fuels the ember of obsession smoldering in my veins into an inferno.

I move through the quiet apartment, steps light and unhurried. The gray cat watches me pass from her perch on the back of the couch, amber eyes unblinking. I swear she can see right through me, can sense the darkness lurking beneath my skin. But she doesn’t appear to have any objections to me being near her human now.

Not like when I first visited.

"Keep her safe for me," I murmur under my breath as I retrieve the catnip pouch and let myself out.

Whether the small feline understands or not, I can't be sure. But one thing is certain–Rayne Bennett belongs to us now, even if she doesn't realize it yet. I will make sure of that.

The night air is cool against my heated skin, but it does little to douse the possessive fire burning in my veins.

Back at my own apartment, River is waiting in the shadows of the living room, his eyes glinting with wicked promise when I step inside. Before I can even speak, he's on me, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss as his fingers tangle in my hair. He tastes the lingering remnants of Rayne on my tongue and growls his approval against my lips.

"I can smell her all over you," he rasps when we finally break apart, both of us panting harshly. "Tell me you made her scream, Knox."

With a dark chuckle, I shake my head. "Not a sound. She slept right through it while I fucked her with my fingers and licked up every drop of her sweet release."

River's eyes blaze at my words, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"You're a cruel bastard, you know that?" He drags me back against him, his mouth hot and demanding on mine once more. "Denying me the privilege of watching her come apart."

"You'll get your chance," I promise against his lips, my hands sliding beneath his shirt to map the hard planes of his torso.

He shudders at the certainty in my tone, his hips rolling against mine in a tantalizing grind. "Soon?" he demands, desperation edging his voice.

Pulling back, I grin and tug Rayne's panties from my pocket, dangling them in front of his ravenous gaze. "Sooner than you think, my love."

With a feral sound, River snatches the scrap of cotton from my grasp and presses it to his face, inhaling deeply. His cock strains against the front of his pants as he breathes her in, and I can't resist palming the thick length, squeezing just enough to make him whine.

"I think maybe we have enough time before we have to get some work done for me to reward your patience," I growl, already guiding him toward the bedroom with the promise of taking him apart. His taste for depravity is insatiable, but then again, so is mine. And soon, so very soon, Rayne will understand just how deep that hunger goes.

She's already the most delicious addiction.

Chapter 16

Rayne

Morninglightfiltersthroughthe curtains, casting a warm glow over my bedroom. I blink slowly, emerging from a heavy, dreamless sleep. It’s later than I normally wake, but I knew not to plan to run any errands the day after catching up with Kahlee. My body feels deliciously sated, a pleasant ache lingering in my muscles. Stretching, I relish the feeling for a few blissful moments before reality starts creeping back in.

I frown, realization slowly dawning as I take in my surroundings. The sheets are a tangled mess at the foot of the bed, and a quick glance confirms I'm completely naked from the waist down. Panic spikes through me as my mind races.

I don't remember undressing last night. Hell, I barely even remember coming home.

Standing abruptly from the bed, my heart starts pounding. What the hell happened? Flashes of the bar flicker through my mind—Kahlee's eager curiosity, the wine, the feeling of being watched, those intense hazel eyes finding me in the dim hallway...

Knox's piercing gaze sears through my memory, his presence utterly overwhelming. And River, his touch like a brand against my skin, his filthy words stirring heat low in my belly even now.

I shudder, as arousal wars with unease. I must have touched myself after coming home, getting caught up in imagining them. Or I had an incredibly vivid dream? Or both, maybe. That has to be the only explanation for waking up almost naked and feeling so blissfully spent, right?

Except...something doesn't feel right. A sense of displacement hangs heavy in the air, leaving an ominous prickle racing over my skin. My gaze sweeps the room, searching for any sign of disturbance. Everything appears undisturbed...but that only makes the feeling of wrongness intensify.

Swallowing hard, I force myself to take a calming breath. I need to get a grip before I start spiraling into paranoia. It was just a sex dream, albeit an insanely hot one. Nothing more.

Shaking my head to dispel the lingering wisps of unease, I start straightening up the bed.

My discarded underwear must have been kicked off during...well, whatever happened last night. I glance around, frowning when I don't immediately see them.

With a sigh, I crouch down to check under the bed, sweeping my arm along the floor. Nothing but dust bunnies. Odd. I straighten and scan the room again, my brow furrowing. Surely they had to land somewhere.

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