Page 493 of Shadowblood Souls
This—this sensation is even more potent than that. The marks on my collarbone sing, my blood thrums through my veins alongside the drumming of my pulse in my ears, and I’d swear the entire world is propelling us together, waiting to witness the power of our joining.
Griffin was my first kiss. He’ll be my last lover.
Somehow this moment between us encircles everything I’ve found and formed with all five of my men.
His fingers dig into my ass with a jolt of pain that only heightens the pleasure racing through my limbs. Then he’sthrusting into me, and the rest of the world might as well not exist at all.
This act has been so long coming and so long wanted. My shadows cry for more, and I buck with Griffin, barely feeling the splash of the water across my shoulders.
There’s only the bliss expanding in forceful pulses inside me and the heat of his body encompassing me, as if we really will meld together beyond the possibility of separation.
We will, though, won’t we? I can never truly be torn away from any of my men while the connection of our marks shines between us as clearly as a homing beacon.
I run my hands over his scarred chest and then grip the back of his neck. My body sways frantically, crashing into his.
Griffin’s breath fractures. He pushes deeper, faster.
His heady delight swells through me, resonating through my nerves and sending my own bliss spiking higher. I’m whirling toward the edge, careening beyond self-control.
My head tips back with the rush of my coming release. I can’t rein it in.
My climax sweeps through me so scorchingly bright it whites out my vision and tingles across every inch of my skin. As I cry out with the burst of pleasure, the sizzling shadows seem to explode right out of me.
A vision crackles through my skull of the dark power beaming from my chest as if I’m a shadowblood sun, blazing rays streaking from me not just to Griffin but my other four men as well.
Jacob told me once that I’m the sun they all orbit around. I’ve never felt it so solidly before.
Like everything we are radiates between the six of us through me at the center.
Griffin lets out a choked sound as he follows me over the edge. I splay my fingers so the claws that’ve shot from the tips don’t cut into his skin.
Another surge of his emotion washes over me to mingle with my own. Joy and pleasure and the deepest sense of fulfillment I can imagine.
His thrusts slow, his chest heaving. He lowers his head to claim another, sweeter kiss.
A faint prickle quivers from the spot right in the middle of my chest, between my collarbones, where his mark has formed. It finishes the necklace of splotches dappled across my skin.
But unlike with the other guys, the sense of our merged shadows doesn’t fade away. The intensity of it ebbs, falling into more of a whisper than a blaze, but I can’t shake the impression that we’re still totally intertwined from the inside out. That I could tug and draw something of Griffin back into me if I tried.
So I do. I grasp hold and pull instinctively, absorbing the shadows humming between us?—
Griffin’s head jerks up. I feel his flash of panic—but not because he’s projected it into me.
No, I can feel so much more. I can taste the restless frustration emanating from a presence I recognize as Jacob, off within the villa. The uneasy boredom Dominic and Andreas are trying to fend off with a card game. The worries Zian has hovering over him like a cloud.
And more. Glimmers and twinges from elsewhere in the villa, from more distant sources that graze my senses like tendrils of mist.
There’s so much of it—it swells inside me, overwhelming my thoughts?—
I heave the essence I grabbed hold of back toward Griffin. All the broadened awareness rushes out of me, and he inhales with a hitch of relief.
I come back to myself, clinging to him amid the rippling water of the pool, staring at him like he’s gaping at me.
“What did you do?” he murmurs.
“I—I don’t know.”
That’s not totally true. An inkling of an idea is tickling up from the back of my mind.
