Page 158 of In Violent Waves

Lyra shook her head, and the long strands of her auburn hair tickled her lower back. “I’ll be fine. This is something I need to do on my own.” Lyra winked and stepped past them. Pleasurable screaming erupted down the hall. “I’ll yell ‘fire’ if I need anything.”

“Stay away from the very end of the hall, and you should be fine,” Maelys replied over her shoulder, and Ridge pulled her to another hallway.

Lyra turned to ask why, but they were already gone.

What could be so bad that Maelys warned her away? She had to find out now.

Lyra stared into each open doorway. Such freedom and exploration. She squeezed and twisted her fingers as she continued walking. Her heart pounded in a steady, hard rhythm in her chest with each step.

The hallway dimmed as she neared the end, but a shadow peeled off the wall and turned towards her.

“Are you lost?” a masculine voice asked.

Lyra halted, and he stepped into the light from the sconce hanging on the wall.

He was tall, with a chiseled, tanned chest. His face was hidden behind a gold filigree mask. There was something intoxicating about his mouth as he smiled at her.

It reminded her of Wilder’s. The warmth that pooled low in her belly ignited like a flame.

“Not anymore,” she purred, following her instincts as Maelys instructed.

He tilted his head and smiled. Delicate, pointy canine teeth gleamed in the light, and Lyra took an involuntary step forward.

“Come with me,” he offered, stretching out a hand.

His fingers weren’t as long as Wilder’s, and fleeting disappointment washed through her, but she shook it off and accepted his hand. He escorted her farther into the darkness, but as they passed an open doorway, Lyra halted.

“Lyra.”

Someone had whispered her name—like a plea. And it wasn’t the male at her side.

No—it was coming from the doorway to her right.

A male plowed into a bent-over female. His long fingers wrapped around her throat to pull her upper body to him. Another female licked up his neck before gripping his black hair and pulling his face to her lips.

They kissed and sucked at each other’s tongues, and Lyra stared, completely enthralled. The female he thrust into with deep, powerful strokes, writhed and moaned as she accelerated towards her climax.

Something about his fingers on her throat and the pleasure he was bringing to both his partners had Lyra entranced.

They were all so beautiful, so pleased, and aroused.

And she was jealous. Delightfully so.

As the pounding between her legs intensified, she took a step closer to the room. Her hand slipped from the masked man’s hand.

The male in the room halted, much to the dismay of his two partners. He tore out of the grip of the female on his face, and his sizable cock pulled out of the other female.

Lyra stared and stared and stared.

As Wilder faced her.

“Lyra.”

Itwasher name she had heard.

He was completely bare to her. The shaft of his cock glistened with the pleasure of the female he had been fucking.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, and every muscle in Lyra’s body seized up.