Page 143 of Devil's Dance

Alexei held me as I shattered to pieces. Then he came too, violent and sudden. His breath staggered, eyes rolled back.

God, he was beautiful. Sex with him had always been mind-bending, but this was something else.Hewas something else, even to the man I’d met all those months ago. “I love you.”

Alexei trembled, still reeling from his climax. “I know, Cam. I love you too.”

He lifted his weight from me, releasing the pressure from my shoulder.

I blew out a shaky breath. He pushed my sweaty hair back from my face and something passed between us. I couldn’t say what, but I felt it, and so did he.

“You are all dirty again,” he whispered.

“What are you gonna do about that?”

“Wait here.”

As if I was capable of anything else.

Alexei rolled off the bed. He disappeared, then came back with a warm cloth. He cleaned us up, then bullied me into bed.

I closed my eyes, drifting, then something I couldn’t fathom pulled me back.

Saint.

I opened my eyes, and there he was, lounging in the doorway, eyes wild, his hair a feral mess. Another seismic shift rocked me. I sat up, reaching for him, but he moved for me, at my side before I could blink, sinking onto the bed, long fingers wrapped around mine.

He swallowed hard. “There’s something you should know.”

“What?”

Saint jerked his head at Alexei, a slow grin warming his face. “This ruthless motherfucker rides a Yamaha.”

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