Chapter 4
The castle doors slam open behind us, the force of the wind howling through the courtyard like a living thing.
My breath hitches, my body still trembling from the vision, from him, from the way Dominic’s fingers had tangled in my hair, the way Adrian’s thumb had pressed against my c**t through the damp fabric of my leggings. Both of them are hard, their scents thick in the air.
Adrian’s grip on my wrist tightens, his silver eyes dark with something feral. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His free hand slides up my thigh, fingers curling possessively over the waistband of my leggings, pulling me back against him.
The hard ridge of his c**k presses into my lower back, and I whimper, my hips jerking involuntarily. His lips brush the shell of my ear, his voice a low growl.
