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Like he did for me, the first time we were with Riva together. I can share too.
Iwantto.
Griffin beams at me so brightly I’m even more satisfied with my choice. As he kicks off his pants and positions himself over Riva, I free my own cock to pump it in my hand.
Riva smiles up at Griffin with that softer brilliance she’s always reserved just for him—and I find I don’t mind it even alittle. She’s a bit different with all of us, and she’s also the same, and that’s part of the magic of what we have together.
As Griffin slides into her, she raises her knees to give him better access. Her hand creeps across the covers to fondle my balls while I jerk myself off.
I groan at the contact, dipping forward. A tingle shoots through my dick with the sense of my impending release.
Dominic has both of his tentacles plucking at Riva’s breasts now. She strokes one of them with her other hand while he pumps his erection.
It’s a crazy picture—but this is us. This is where I want to be.
I wouldn’t have any of them without the shitty life we came from—not my brother, not my friends. No matter where we came from or how we were made, I can’t imagine a better family.
No psychos or assholes can change that fact or diminish what we’ve become.
Riva squeezes my balls again, and my hips jerk with a heady surge of heat. I spill myself onto the pale skin of her belly just as Dominic tips over the edge.
Riva bows up to meet Griffin’s thrusting body, and another keening moan escapes her lips. They come together with ragged breaths mingling and a giddy relief so potent it flows from her shadows into mine.
As Griffin eases back, Riva tugs us all toward her. We cuddle around our woman in a nest of living heat, and she snuggles into our joint embrace without a single comment about all the things she could be doing to see tonight’s plans through.
I did right by my love, by my family. This time.
If I can keep doing that, over and over again, we all might come out of this catastrophe in one piece.
Twenty-Three
Riva
“Are we sure that Nadia and the others will show up here?” Booker whispers to me through the dark as we crouch by a sawdust-streaked window.
I pause to bring up the glowing map on my phone and concentrate on my sense of her: the confident, wry teenager I knew on Clancy’s island and the being of blinding light and anger she’s become.
The fall of my finger is proof enough. “They’re coming closer. She is and whoever’s with her, at least. Last time I checked, Devon and Tegan were there.”
I slide the phone into my pocket. I shouldn’t check again—they’re less than ten minutes away at the pace they’ve been setting so far.
We don’t know exactly how far they’ll have spread out or how quickly they’ll keep moving. I don’t want anyone catching a glimpse of my face in the glow.
We didn’t bother with invisibility for this ambush, not when we need Andreas’s talents for other purposes. It wasn’t worth tiring him out for a small benefit. Both the siren sounds and Nadia’s glow have shattered the concealment he can offer us before, so the effect probably wouldn’t have lasted long enough to make a difference anyway. The darkened buildings we’re hiding in should be shelter enough until the rogue shadowbloods arrive.
And the rogues have every reason to venture into this part of the city. Ruse and Pearl visited the local vigilante group this morning and used their persuasive skills to cajole them into making a couple of public comments online about the site they planned to sweep tonight, supposedly to warn regular folks away.
And then the incubus and the succubus cajoled the same monster hunters into deciding to go to a totally different part of the city so they won’t actually get in our way.
Booker frowns as he studies the rain-slick pavement outside, gleaming under the security lamps. The drizzle stopped an hour ago, but everything’s still pretty damp.
“What if people come wanting to see the ‘monster hunters’ in action?” he asks.
I put on my best reassuring voice. “That shouldn’t be a problem. Ruse and Pearl and a few of the other shadowkind who wouldn’t be much help in a fight are patrolling the edges of the construction area. They’ll send off anyone who tries to come right in.”
The setting we’ve chosen for our ambush should be the perfect venue. The university is building a new set of dorm buildings, the outer shells complete but the innards still mostly raw wood with occasional stretches of drywall.
The construction workers all went home for the day before dinner time. Pearl coaxed the security guard into staying in hisoffice at the edge of the site. There should be no one here but us monsters, hybrid and otherwise.
