Page 138 of Red Ruin
It flickers side-to-side, up and down. It’s more muscle than bone. Soft enough to grind, but rigid enough to drive me wild.
I’m undone.
My body runs hot, every muscle rippling.
I moan, rattling his head as my hips buck while I hold on to his horn.
“Told you,” he says roughly, “The fin. You like?”
“You can feel how much I like it.” Just howIfeel Vhex.
He loves my slicked, hot weight grinding him into the mattress, and the way I can’t help squeezing him tighter when his buttons tease me from the inside.
Shadows caress my thighs and outer lips. Remy’s whisper digs down the tunnel of my ear. “I want to feel it too.”
His shadows flatten to follow the length of Vhex’s cock. At first it’s so subtle, I’m only feeling Vhex’s bumps.
Then the pressure builds.
And builds.
The shadows bloom inside me, tickling in time with Vhex’s shallow thrusts.
It feels so good.
Warm.Full.
As Remy stretches me to my limit, dark vines coil around my body. His touch is a second skin, claiming me inside and out. Two bold tendrils caress my breasts, then latch my nipples in their tiny mouths.
“Feels divine,” Remy purrs against my throat. “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”
My ass is in the air and he has more tongues than I can count buried inside me. If that’s not a welcome, I don’t know what is.
I tilt forward onto Vhex, dragging against his bumps and grinding forward on his fin.
My lashes flutter. My voice breaks. “Come in.”
“How sweet.” Remy licks my neck as his body envelops mine. His skin is hotter than normal, his touch electric as his cock teases between my thighs.
Remy’s soul caresses me just as richly as his voice.
His silks reach deeper, his shadows open me wider, and there’s no place left to hide the part of me that’s forever chantingit’s just a job, don’t get carried away.
Just a job, they don’t care, a job, no one cares, they’ll throw me away away away again again again?—
“Firefly.” Vhex covers my fingers, tightening my grip on his horn. “Stay with me.” His eyes shimmer candy cloud pink. My heart doesn’t know what to do with the soft, reassuring stroke of his soul.
“Stay,” Remy echoes hoarsely. “Don’t hide.” His tip nudges my already full entrance. The shadows still, but his body trembles. His thighs knock against mine, not just with held back tension.
There’s a can’t-be-faked level of concern when his silks burrow in to hug those hidden, aching wisps of my soul.
Sentinels can’t heal Guides, but Vhex and Remy are close to making a miracle.
Their double-coaxing action steals what little breath I have left between Vhex’s constant, subtle thrusts.
“I can’t. I don’t—” I try to look away, but I’m pinned so tight to Vhex, all I see are pink flames.
He strokes my fingers around his horn. “You’re sad? Why?” Confusion chills his heat.
