Page 263 of Red Ruin

“Oh?” He smirks. “Gladly.”

I slide between Remy’s thighs, not fighting the shadows that rope me back against his chest. Taking the weight off my legs, I sigh.

“You come here.” I pat the crate to show him where I want him.

“Yes.” Vhex drops to his knees but faces the wrong way. He stares at my center, eyes gleaming red as he licks his lips.

“The other way,” I laugh helplessly. “You have to help me work.”

I tug his horn to twirl him around.

When he’s seated on the ground with his back against the crate, I swing my legs over his shoulders and lock my ankles over his chest.

“Nice.” He hugs my calves and drops his head back to pillow on my thighs.

It’s the perfect position for stroking his horn.

As I rub Vhex, he carefully rubs my injured knee. Prickling heat pumps from his fingers. The touch relaxes my muscles and eases the lingering throb.

“Thank you.” I scratch Vhex’s scalp until he’s almost purring.

He’s getting a better reward as soon as the three of us are alone.

I shift my free hand to Remy’s thigh.

With the synergy between our energies, it’s easy to point his shadows directly toward the A-class Sentinel who’s giving Cherise the biggest hassle, jumping around and giving off sparks. “Bring him to me?”

Remy’s shadows bunch and obey.

A Sentinel crackling with green lightning staggers out of a flash of darkness and falls, hobbled by ropes.

Vhex snarls at the sudden threat.

His rumble shakes my thighs. I squeeze my quads to settle him, enjoying the vibration as much as the protective possessiveness mixed with his usual urge to destroy. “Easy. He’s not your competition.”

“I know.” Vhex snatches the Sentinel by his wrist and offers it up to me, smugly controlling the process. “I don’t want him touching you.”

Remy makes a noise of agreement against my hair. “Filthy eyes. Not worthy of your care.” A shadow bag swallows the Sentinel’s face.

“Everyone deserves care.” I touch three fingers to the back of the Sentinel’s hand.

He’s swirling in pain and so paralyzed by Vhex and Remy’s auras, he doesn’t even register the resonance of our souls.

I quickly straighten out his silks while he sweats under my guard dogs’ snarls.

“Next,” I call, business-like, pulling away my hand.

Having the guys saves me the work of summoning Sentinels and convincing them to leave after they’re treated. It turns my guidance into an assembly line, letting me soothe more souls more rapidly than I ever could alone.

When the last struggling Sentinel wheels away fast enough to kick up a cloud of dust, I glance around the mostly emptied courtyard.

Pairs linger, too busy going at it to care about anything else.

I spot Cherise, lip-locked with Tiago, their silks twining and pulsing in harmony.

I suck in a breath. “That’s some serious compatibility.”

“Not as high as ours,” Remy counters.

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