Page 239 of Infernal Bonds

Sometime in the night, I’d moved to the side of the bed, seeking an escape from the cocoon of heat three naked bodies created. As much as I loved being close to them, I could only tolerate so much body heat before I wanted to rip my hair out.

I rolled my head on the pillow and looked at them.

Cyn had pivoted his lower half to trap Zeke’s legs between his, giving me a mouthwatering view of his backside while he lay on his back, holding Zeke tight against him.

I almost wanted to laugh when I remembered how surprised Cyn had been that I loved him as much as he felt through our connected tether.

I couldn’t blame him for not trusting it.

No. Calling it a lack of trust didn’t really hit the mark.

He trusted me, but I figured he hadn’t realized how much he’d made me fall for him in his own twisted way as we faced everything together.

Even though he’d hurt me time and time again, he’d given me a lot more than animosity after he learned I wasn’t going to hurt him like others had.

I’d spotted the cracks in his shell back before we ended up stranded in Feranzis, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed how it shattered after he’d told me about his childhood.

Though I hadn’t realized it meant he loved me and wanted a bond with me.

I reached out and brushed sweaty strands of hair from his forehead.

His brow tightened before relaxing as I brushed my fingertips over his forehead.

My gaze shifted to Zeke.

I’d known he loved me for a while, but without knowing where we stood with Cyn, neither of us could act on it. Their bond was too fragile for me to get in the way, even if everyone said it was my right as his Nyrith. I’d let him go if Cyn wanted to keep him without me.

Sometimes loving someone meant letting them go.

I was glad this wasn’t one of those cases.

I pushed up, stretching my arms over my head, my bladder protesting another minute in bed. My throat wasn’t much better; it was dry and sore after our second round, when Cyn had reduced me to a screaming, crying mess as he’d taken me mercilessly in his alternate form.

I shivered as I recalled how the twisting ridges along his cock, with the moving knobs along their edges and Zeke driving into me from behind, gave me one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.

It almost made me want to wake them up for a third round—especially since my body surprisingly wasn’t sore at all.

Down hussy.

I climbed out of bed and went to the attached bathroom. After taking care of business, I grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a tank top from my drawers and put them on, heading downstairs. I needed water stat, and bathroom tap water wasn’t cold enough.

Leaving the kitchen, I caught sight of Ezra sitting in an armchair tucked beneath the stairs at the back of the living room beside the floor-to-ceiling window wall.

Moonlight illuminated his pale skin, making him look even more like the vampire I’d always compared him to.

His features weren’t relaxed; the hard lines of his brow and cheeks tightened with concentration. Strands of midnight hair fell over his forehead, disheveled enough to make it clear he’d run his hands through them multiple times—quite different from his always put-together appearance.

As much as he’d pissed me off in the kitchen, I hated seeing him distressed.

He wouldn’t admit my words hurt him, but I couldn’t unsee his expression when he’d backed me to the wall. Beneath that anger, I knew the comparison to his father had cut deep.

It crushed me that our incomplete bond bothered him so much he couldn’t even get any sleep.

I needed to do something about it now.

I rolled my shoulders back, preparing to do the thing that still made my stomach flip-flop and my heart race. It felt like my entire body protested it, but he needed his choice back.

It was the only thing I could give him to show I actually cared.