Free Spent (Wrecked #2) by Charity Parkerson

Whatever Sol had given her was the real deal.
    Bailey shrugged as she straightened away, making sure she stayed outside the line she’d created in front of the door. “You’ve refused to stay away from me, so I’m taking my freedom by force.”
    Lucien’s form shimmered before he disappeared and reappeared at the edge of the doorway. “What have you done?” he repeated, sounding even more angry. He tried stepping over the herbs. His form shifted—like a TV with too much static, but he couldn’t breach the barrier. “Bailey, what have you done?” he roared.
    She held his stare, refusing to be cowed in the face of his rage. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago. Long before I let you demolish me.” Bailey swallowed past the sting of bile and self-hatred clawing at her throat. “Long before your love became the death of me.”
    Lucien’s anger turned to panic when he realized how serious Bailey was. “You can’t leave me like this, Bailey. This place will tear you apart without my protection.”
    Bailey’s face hardened. She felt it happen. The reaction was out of her control. “There’s nothing left of me for this place to destroy.”
    *
    Lucien stared at the closed door, incapable of believing his eyes. There was no way her spell would hold him for long. However, it could keep him locked up long enough for one of the underworld’s many demons to eat her whole. Bailey thought she had nothing left to lose, but she was wrong. There were many fates worse than death.
    A cold breeze skirted up Lucien’s spine, letting him know he wasn’t alone. Forcing his features to go blank, Lucien turned and found himself face to face with his prince. Like that, Lucien knew. The only being who possessed magic powerful enough to keep him bound was Solas. Realization struck. With it came a sinking sensation. Lucien had always believed he’d eventually win Bailey back to his side. Now he realized how wrong he’d been.
    “Did you think you could take what’s mine?” Sol’s eyes flashed with fury as he backed Lucien into the nearest chair. As powerful as Lucien was, Solas was more so, and he wasn’t immune to the prince’s crackling energy.
    “I wasn’t told who she belongs to. You know that. Soul exchanges are private.” He shook his head. “There was no plan. I can’t explain what happened.”
    Sol scoffed. “Your idiocy knows no boundaries. That’s what happened.” Before Lucien could move away, Solas brushed his fingers along Lucien’s jaw and added, “Luckily for you, I understand how Bailey affects beings such as us. She loves you almost as much as she does me. It’s irresistible.” Solas shook his head. “Things could’ve been so different between us.”
    Tightening his hold on Lucien’s chin, Sol bent and opened his mouth over Lucien’s. No one could withstand such a blatant act from Solas. He was pure lust and longing, leaving others flailing in his wake. Addicted to his touch. Lucien’s body reacted as if a thousand orgasms hit at once. Every muscle in his body seized, threatening to shred his ligaments under the strain. Images filled his mind of Bailey on her knees, sucking him off while Sol fucked her from behind. His dick leaked, crying for attention. Sol’s tongue stroked his, filling Lucien’s mouth with the flavor of cinnamon. Lucien met him head on. For every gentle caress, Lucien returned it in kind. Lucien already knew he’d come in his jeans. A kiss from Prince Solas was the equivalent of touching the stars. The price was steep and eternal.
    Pulling away, Solas gripped the arms of the chair as if physically stopping himself from ripping Lucien apart. When he spoke, he did so through clenched teeth. “If you think to hide a soul from me again, you’ll spend the rest of eternity hanging from my ceiling while I peel the skin from your body with a paring knife. Every day, you’ll wake up whole, and we’ll start again.”
    Lucien couldn’t breathe past the pain wracking