CHAPTER 3
IVY
Night twenty-nine. One more night and the contract ends at sunrise.
I’m pacing the obsidian bedroom in nothing but one of Lucian’s silk robes, thighs slick, p***y throbbing like it has its own heartbeat. He left this morning for some “infernal council” thing, kissed me stupid, and told me to “be good.”
Be good. Right.
I’ve swallowed so much of his come over the last month that my skin literally glows. My hair is thicker, my lips fuller, my t**s heavier. I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry.
I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, f**k, I need something.
The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers.
Four of them step out of nowhere.
Four gorgeous, terrify
