She knew Nicholas. She had learned him the way you learned something dangerous.....carefully, thoroughly, every detail filed away because your survival depended on it. His silences. His little talks. The precise temperature of his cruelty and the rarer precise temperature of something that wasn’t cruelty at all.
This was not him.
This was something older wearing his face. Something that had been caged for months and had just found the door open.
"Kael."
She scrambled back.
Hit the headboard.
Looked past him. "Sebastian....."
Kael’s hand shot across the bed and wrapped around her ankle.
He dragged her forward and she screamed....real fear, actual fear, not the heat, not overwhelm, fear.....and he flipped her face down in one motion and pinned her between her shoulder blades with one hand and yanked her hips up with the other and drove inside her from behind before she could do anything at all.
The sound that came out of her was nothing like the sounds from the night before.
Sebastian was on his feet before the echo died.
"Kael." His voice came out like a whip. Flat and sharp and nothing soft in it.
"Don’t hurt her you bastard. We just found her and you want to fuck her to death."
Kael didn’t look at him.
He pulled back and slammed forward.
Lilith cried out into the mattress. Her hands scrabbling at the sheets trying to find something to hold. Her body responding anyway.....the heat surging up regardless of what her mind was screaming, her body recognizing something her mind was still refusing.....and she hated it. She hated that she couldn’t make it stop.
Kael turned his head.
Looked at Sebastian.
Gold eyes. Completely animal. Completely certain. Nothing in them that could be reasoned with or appealed to or moved by anything Sebastian said or did.
"Mate," he said.
His voice. But not his voice. Something underneath Nicholas’s voice that had never been there before.
He turned back.
Sebastian’s jaw locked so hard she heard it.
Every muscle in his body pulled tight. He looked across the room at Lucian.
Lucian was already on his feet. Zev bleeding gold into his eyes at the edges. His face was hard and tight and his voice came out low. Barely held together. "Yes we heard you." He looked at Kael’s back. "That’s if you don’t kill her first."
Neither of them sat down.
Neither of them moved toward the bed.
But neither of them stepped back either.
They stood. Sebastian at the side of the bed. Lucian at the foot. Both of them positioned with the particular stillness of men who had already decided what they were going to do and were waiting to see if they needed to do it.
She understood.



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