Page 262 of Red Ruin

Vhex and Remy sense the tremble I can’t stop.

Their silks boil and warp, trying to twist into the perfect shape to make our weave permanent.

“You already have me,” I moan helplessly. “We can’t imprint.”

“Keep trying.” Vhex singes through the shadow gripping my chin. I’m dragged into a melting kiss, hypnotized by the heat of his tongue and the smoky taste of his lips.

My legs start to give again.

The kiss is nothing like our first—Vhex using me to fill a hole.

He’s so wide open. I can control his power, his breathing.

I can shatter his soul with a thought.

I pull away to gasp. “We don’t need it.”

We’re so intertwined.

Is it even possible to go deeper?

Some mental jostling pings my radar, but before I can figure out what they’re doing behind my back, Remy turns my head.

Remy’s fangs catch my lower lip in a sweet pinch, quickly soothed by the lap of his tongue. He makes that fuckingmmmat the back of his throat, and his shadows tighten everywhere from my godsdamned molars to the webs between my toes.

“Delicious.” He sucks my lip, obsessed.

I indulge longer than I should.

When I pull away to breathe, not even their S-class shielding can stop me from sensing the escalating chaos.

Sentinels are melting down.

I push past Remy’s embrace.

Cherise and her crew are drowning in Sentinels who crackle with power as they jostle for attention. There aren’t enough Guides to go around.

A few small groups and paired off couples tangle around the courtyard, doing their battle after-care surrounded by a keyed-up crowd. Some Guides are fully clothed, making do with holding hands as they triage through the group.

Others are working overtime.

One rides a Sentinel while trading deep kisses with two others. Random sparks of power scatter with moans and the rhythmic pounding sound of someone fucking against the wall.

Sex and mayhem.

My favorite.

I swat away shadows and claws and grab a stubborn jaw with each hand.

The jealousy is cute, but it’s their turn to be led.

Vhex and Remy let me steer their heads.

“I’m going to help them, and you’re going to help me. Okay?” I tug their chins to make them nod. “Great. Follow me, team.”

As I drag them across the courtyard, Vhex and Remy unfurl their power. A path opens in front of us. The lesser Sentinels scatter.

Supply crates are stacked against the wall near Cherise’s corner. I clear a seat and push Remy down first. “Sit. Spread your legs.”

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