CYRUS
To say what I was doing was a gamble would be a gross understatement. My skin buzzed like a sparking live wire, hair erect as so was throbbing length between my legs.
Her mismatched eyes were widened, chest heaving but it was not from horror. I could smell desire and catch her the train of her thoughts when her gaze snagged on my lips.
Before flitting back to lock eyes with me. She swallowed.
The moment was so charged, breathing had become a luxury but she needed to know what was at stake.
"I have been hard since the Lunar Altar," I confessed, my voice too soft and pliant for my own ears. "And it will only get worse from here, for me and my brother and you."
She nodded and even the mundane gesture had my jaw clenching for a reason my warped mind could comprehend.
"The bond will try its hardest to make us consummate but we have to fight it or we truly be bound together."
