Before I can answer, Malice appears in the doorway, a sinister smile pulling at his mouth and a ravenous glint in his molten red eye.

“What a lovely idea.”

20. Dagny

20

Dagny

A growl rumbles in Cyprien’s throat as Malice’s sinful voice echoes along the walls, sending a shiver down my spine and filling my head with a loud whirring noise. I can’t take my eyes off him, can’t move, can’t breathe while he’s looking at me like that—like he wants to eat me.

“What do you want?” Fenryr demands, clutching my stomach possessively. “You weren’t invited.”

Malice gives Fenryr no indication he heard him. He just keeps staring with that eerie, all-knowing smile. My neck heats as his gaze lowers to my bared center, thick shadows swirling in the corners of his eyes as he watches the line of cum dripping from my pussy. “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” Malice murmurs, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “You’re glowing.”

My lips part as the bond tightens, attempting to pull me toward my traitorous mate. I shake my head to clear the haze of desire, then reach for one of the furs. Malice’s smirk drops to a frown as I pull the blanket over my body, followed by a muted whimper that strikes a chord in my heart. “Are you okay?”

“Just sorry to watch you cover yourself,” he murmurs, his eyes glossing with a faraway look, a fantasy swirling in the darkened corners of his mind. “You said you wanted a bath? I can help you down there.”

“Aren’t you the one who always says she doesn’t need any help?” Fenryr snaps. “You just want to take her from me.”

“I don’t want to. I’m going to,” Malice deadpans. “If you’d like to join us, you’re more than welcome.”

Fenryr ponders for a long moment, then loosens his grip, allowing me to push into a sitting position. I clutch the blanket to my chest as I meet Malice’s gaze, heat creeping up the back of my neck at the gleam of hunger that greets me.

“Follow me,” he murmurs, crooking his fingers in my direction before turning and stalking out of the room. I fold the furs around my body as I stand on shaking legs, focused on staying upright as the room tilts on its axis.

Cyprien and Lir rush to my sides, offering their forearms to help me balance as Roark and Fenryr lead the way out of the bedroom and down to the bath house. A blast of humid air greets me as I step into the heated room, filling my lungs with condensation and causing me to choke. I blink against the swirling fog as I attempt to locate Malice, but instead, I’m met with Kaebl’s stony expression, his eyes like twin golden flames flickering in the void.