Eryx stepped up, smirking at Carleigh with amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Carleigh, come to make Saint's mate jealous?" Eryx folded his heavily tattooed arms over his chest. "Or did you come to ride us both again? I did enjoy our last night together before we started back to this shithole we called home."

"That depends," she purred, tracing a blood-red fingernail over my arm. "On?" Eryx asked, narrowing his stare on her finger.

Carleigh laughed, her eyes growing hooded ...