A Little Broken [Three Trinities Haven Church]

[Oriena]

By now the heat was enough to slick her skin beneath the leathers. She was vaguely aware of the red glow in her peripheral, rapidly growing in voracity, but she only found the raging lack of his control an aphrodisiac. Nox never lost control like that – even in the throes of the horde, the power was off limits. Probably with good reason. Ryker scratched the itch for a while, but only because she made him – and that had just been the carnage of unbridled violence, not power fused with lust like this.

Sasha’s reaction to her was the surprise she supposed she’d asked him for. She bit him in warning of her proclivities – because wanting Oriena and having her were often two very different things. But he didn’t back down. The claw in her hair made her gasp, the feral feel of lips and teeth ignited sparks off the memory of his hand at the back of her neck. She knew that had been innocent. But that man had gone.

She was liquid in his lap, and she wanted to shove him back, pin him down properly. He was broad, but thin as a rail; she wasn’t sure whether she could overpower him physically, at least not without power of her own, but fuck she wanted him to fight back.

The first spots of rain were ice cold, and sudden. It felt like they sizzled – enough to make her gasp again at the knife-point pain. Then the heavens opened; a freezing downpour peppered with shards of hail. The fire hissed.