Page 166 of Red Ruin

I leak strangled breaths.

I can’t kiss back. I can onlybekissed, only be controlled. My mouth filled. When I whimper, the shadow eases, letting me swallow. Remy’s grip pumps my throat, controlling not just my breath, but the tempo of my moans.

The vampire plays me like a fucking accordion.

I buck on Vhex’s ridge, craving more than just a glide.

Shadows clamp my hips in place.

The monster gazes out from Remy’s eyes.

Dark. Captivated.

Remy watches his own shadows plunge between my blood-slicked lips with obsessive satisfaction. His soulhmmmswith the same addictive sound he loves to press against my pulse.

It should feel suffocating, but it’s not at all.

I’m jelly on his fangs.

With our souls so closely twined, Remy knows exactly how he makes me feel.

When his tongue pulls out, he’s already rewired my brain. I gasp, open-mouthed, his grip controlling my jaw.

The shadows that so eagerly cleaned between my thighs, kiss my throat, ignoring the mess of blood and spit glistening around my mouth.

My tongue twitches. I draw it back behind my teeth before I’m told.

“Beautiful, my love.” Remy grins as dark as midnight. “Now you can finish your call.”

Remy slinks behind my chair.

Vhex curses while I try to control the current dancing beneath my skin.

I didn’t notice he was being held down with me.

Now that he’s free, his cock-springs auto-thrust. His candy buttons pulse my ass, clit, and all the soft places between.

I can only pant at the orb suddenly floating in front of my eyes.

“Azrid. Trezzoran.” Kevan’s tone grates like ice on steel. His glare is as piercing as ever, but there’s nothing left of me for him to cut.

Kevan, who?

I’m soft as cotton candy, busy being ruined by dark fangs and bubblegum cock.

Vhex growls. With thoughts firing sex and venom, he reaches between my legs.

He forgot that other people exist again.

I have just enough clarity left to snatch his wrist.

Only Remy gets to watch what happens next.

I used to straighten my hair before battles, trying to impress the man in the glass.

Now, I straighten my shoulders. My hair is a mess from my Sentinels’ hands. Remy’s shirt hangs off my shoulders, barely held on by Vhex’s arms that I wear like a belt.

I’m drenched from my spread thighs.

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