Page 60 of A Realm of Fire and Ash

He grins, unbuttoning the billowy white shirt he wears. "We sleep naked."

My face burns. "I think I preferred sleeping with Azazel," I mutter, striding past them both.

"You slept with Azazel?" Aggonid roars, his voice like thunder as it shakes the castle walls.

Though they can't see it, a wicked smile curves across my lips as I tear off my clothing and dive into the golden silk sheets. They glide across my skin like a whisper, and I can't help but admire the devil's taste as I sink into the pillow with a purr of pleasure. I might never have expected to be welcomed into Aggonid's bed again, but I can't deny that the experience is good. It might even make the upcoming hunt a little more bearable.

"We shared a bed, yes." I turn my head to respond, and startle to see him looming over me.

Aggonid's nostrils flare, and the heat of his anger seeps from his pores as his body trembles with restrained anger. The room fills with his shadows, and they climb the walls, blotting out almost all of the light. His pupils are slits as a red-hot fire burns in his eyes, making him look every bit the god of the underworld. "Did you fuck him?" he snarls, and Caius opens his mouth to speak, but quickly clamps it shut when he catches my anxious glance.

Aggonid's claws lengthen, and he hammers them into the bedding with ferocity, leaving eight angry punctures on the bedspread as though he were only cutting butter with a hot knife. The air feels heavy with tension as I stretch, allowing the sheets to slide down until they rest seductively at the tops of my breasts. I watch as both of their attentions gravitate to my chest and a primal hunger darkens their eyes.

"What if I did?" I raise a challenging brow and Aggonid's head snaps up, his lips curling into an animalistic snarl.

His chest heaves as a dark rage takes over him. His mouth contorts into a devilish scowl as he grits his teeth and growls, "Did you?" He scrutinizes me as if he could rip the truth from me with his gaze alone. Caius seemed to know I was a virgin ... could Aggonid tell too?

I smirk at him, challenging him to answer. "I may have had someone to keep me company last night. Did you know Emeric has two cocks?"

My words hit Aggonid like a burning arrow and his expression blackens as his fists clench together in anger.

Caius smirks, shaking his head, his eyes conveying a warning that I'm playing with fire.

I arch a brow and meet his gaze with a defiant glint and a grin.

My heart is thundering in my chest as Aggonid slowly climbs onto the bed, prowling towards me like a vicious predator. He hovers over me, looming with a splayed hand that clasps my chin firmly. His grip presses me back against the bed, forcing my neck to the side. I'm rooted to the spot with fear, yet I can't help but experience a meandering thrill as he breathes deeply around me. His powerful hands are gentle and guarded as he moves them around my neck, careful not to anger the powerful protection of my necklace.

The fire of his touch scorches the length of my body, leaving a trail of heat that dances like flames upon me. I'm exposed to him as he rips the blanket away, baring my skin to his gaze.

My breath catches as he brings his face to my most intimate spot and I'm left frozen in shock, suspended between desire and fear. He's more beast than man right now.

He presses his face against me, and I shiver, all too aware that should he decide it so—I am completely his to take. He draws a deep breath, and the whimper that escapes me brings a smirk to his lips. "You lie." Then, slowly, he rises and steps away.

The air between us is thick, heavy with the unspoken understanding that the game has changed. He retreats a few paces and looks to Caius.

"Lucky for them." Aggonid's voice is a deep purr, a sharp contrast to the heated atmosphere. His hand slides from Caius' chest and trails leisurely over his hip and low-slung pants. His nails slice through the belt and with a sudden release, Caius' pants fall to the floor.

Caius shifts, a hand twining in Aggonid's hair and the other resting on his hip. His voice is tight, but there is something in it that hadn't been there before. "Don't you want to play with the little gift I brought you?"

Aggonid peers up at Caius. "I'd rather have you," he croons.

Caius' answering smile is sultry. "Then take me."

Slowly, Aggonid undresses, pulling Caius close. He turns them to face me, and I'm pinned by their combined heat. Aggonid's gaze slides over me as he seizes Caius' neck in a passionate, almost savage kiss, as if he's claiming him as his own.

Point taken.

Caius sighs and closes his eyes, tipping his head to the side to grant Aggonid access. My stomach tightens as I watch, mesmerized by their intensity and undeniable desire for each other.

A twinge of something stirs inside me and I desperately try to control my racing thoughts.

I swallow hard, willing my body to stay rooted beneath me as my mind reels in confusion. Did Caius really bring me here so they could share me? He has to know Aggonid doesn't want anything to do with me. His rejection still stings.

Aggonid drags him over to the bed, and I scramble to the opposite end, my back facing the couple.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press my fists against my eyelids, trying desperately to block out the scene. But even that is not enough to muffle their passionate moans and the heat radiating from their intertwined bodies. Tears stream down my cheeks as I feel my chest tighten, a deep longing for affection coursing through me.

Back when it was just Wilder and me, before everything went terribly wrong, he'd hold me almost every weekend until I fell asleep. I long for the intimacy Aggonid and Caius share.

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