Page 25 of Little Music of Night

I wanted every monstrous part of him.

They started to move together, our bodies tangled. They held me together, Erik kissing my spine while Ray guided one of my nipples to his mouth. I cried out, lost in the all-consuming pleasure burning through me like a wildfire.

My body stretched around them as their cocks pushed in and out of me. I whimpered, my nails digging into Ray’s shoulders, my head tossing back. Erik sucked along my neck, undoubtedly leaving marks.

“You can’t mark me there,” I gasped. “They’ll see.”

“And they’ll know you are ours.”

“Fuck,” I gasped.

My hips moved, an orgasm feathering my core, teasing me as they used me however they wanted. They were rough and needy and it felt like there were years of pent-up desire unraveling between us.

How long have they waited for me?

I cried out as I finally came, and in that moment, heat gushed through me. Cum burst inside me from both of them, their voices harmonizing together.

And just like that, I’d been claimed by the two phantoms who’d been stalking me for months.

8 /MIRROR MIRROR

Erik

“Do you not worry about frightening her?”

I stormed through our home, pacing back and forth in a monstrous state. Ray sat on the bed, watching me, his expression unreadable. But while his face was passive, I could feel his emotions raging through our bond. His fear.

“You’re the one with a CNC kink,” I bit out.

He glowered. “As if you don’t have the same fucking kink,Erik.”

Well, he had a point. I glanced up at the clock on the wall again. It was well past midnight, and our human had yet to come home. It was very rare she came home so late, and there was nothing we could do. We were bound to this place, weren’t we?

Or . . .

“I want to go to her,” I said.

Ray’s brows lifted. “What do you mean? We are trapped?—”

“Perhaps not.”

I crossed to the massive mirror that leaned against the wall. When I looked into it, I saw our forms, translucent. When weweren’t in her presence, we were far more faded. It was as if Christy grounded us to this realm.

And perhaps that meant we could leave.

If it was to go to her.

I stood before the mirror and closed my eyes, imagining her. Thinking of the way she’d clenched around our cocks earlier and come undone for us. After, we’d spent an hour holding her, kissing her, worshipping her. Ray was already in love, which was no surprise. Certainly between the two of us, he had the softer heart.

That she did not run away gave me hope.

But now I was worried about her. It was such a pesky emotion, worry. But I couldn’t help it.

So I stood before the mirror and called her to me. Or really, I threw myself toward her. Imagining her standing before me, reaching for her through the bond not yet formed, haunting her the way I had for so long.

I stepped into the mirror and when I opened my eyes, I was inside another. It was backstage, I realized. Christy stood there, her back to me, her posture stiff. There were people bustling around, and there was a man in front of her, yelling.

Rage seared me like a red-hot brand as Christy crossed her arms. That man was far too close to her. The way he looked at her—well, I’d killed men for far less.