I twist my neck to spot my own backpack, plus the glaive I left on my weapon rack upstairs. “Did you grab energy potions?”
There’s such a big difference betweentrustinga man and trusting him to pack.
Remy’s hands slide under my uniform, and his shadows flatten under my bra. As they circle my nipples, he murmurs against my skin. “Potions, medicines, rations, wipes, socks, and,” his voice heats, and his lips glide to my ear. “A radio.”
Vhex drops to his elbow on the side that Remy isn’t kissing.
“Five minutes.” His fingers runnel in my hair. “We can do a lot.”
Vhex drags my mouth to his molten lips.
He tastes like hellfire.
My spine melts into the mattress.
Remy nips my earlobe as Vhex breathes smoke into my soul.
I should tell them to stop.
Or at least, I should guide them while we’re rubbing together?
Make sure they’re up for a boss fight?
Shadows slide beneath my panties, and my good intentions die in a whimper that’s kidnapped by Vhex’s tongue.
Fuck it.
“Five minutes.”
Let’s make them count.
CHAPTER50
VHEX
My Guide’sbody goes tight, then soft.
Fuck, I’m desperate for her.
I kiss her breathless. Her tongue circles my fang, and my balls about fucking explode.
“Mmmf,” she gasps as I knock her head back, pressing into her mouth.
Her grip finds my horn. She squeezes so fucking hard it almost snaps, dragging me closer. Even her silks seduce me, curling and writhing and healing my curse.
My fang stabs.
My fin twitches.
I want to unload into her, mark her, make her come until time stops.
Life has peaked right here, right now, being welcomed inside the only woman who can take my venom and tame my devil.
I flip her over my thighs.
My wife likes to be on top.
An oily shadow swats my hand.