Free Oracles' Light [PUP Squad Alpha 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake

This connection, the spiritual melding, terrified her more than anything else in her entire life. Knowing this side of him, being a part of something special, was going to make her loss even greater when they realized she wasn’t the woman they should be protecting. She wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t an Oracle’s receptacle. She wasn’t the person Dyson thought she was.
    A single tear slipped from her closed eye. She quickly swiped it away, but not before Dyson noticed. His movement faltered, his hips stilling as he reached up to touch her face.
    “Open your eyes, Kristen.” She shook her head, embarrassed by her weakness. “Am I hurting you?”
    “No,” she managed to force out of her mouth without sobbing. “Please, I need you.”
    “I need you, too, sweetheart,” he said a moment before taking her mouth in a devastating kiss. He didn’t move his body, just held her impaled on his cock as he kissed her over and over and over. “I lo—”
    But Kristen cut him off. She kissed him again, dragging him close, trying to practically inhale the words he would have spoken. She couldn’t let him say it, couldn’t hear the words that would make leaving him impossible, even when she knew it was the right thing to do. She tightened the muscles in her vaginal wall, squeezing and releasing, dragging her own orgasm closer, desperately trying to take him with her.
    Finally, his control snapped. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, his large hands grabbing her hips, his movement forcing more of his cock deeper into her pussy. She slid forward, offering her body, giving him what he needed, nearly screaming when his fingers grabbed her clit and squeezed tight. Heat exploded over her, her orgasm intense, violent, heart pounding. He fucked her harder, slamming into her pussy like a man possessed, his cock throbbing as his orgasm gripped him and he pumped his cum deep into her body.
    He continued to kiss her, his movements less frantic, his touch no longer meant to arouse but to soothe instead. She clung to him, her breathing finally evening out, but her heart aching with all that she knew she would lose. She may have stopped him saying the words out loud, but she felt his love in every gentle stroke, every soft kiss, every heartbeat.
    But it wasn’t hers to keep.
    She was the wrong woman, and sooner or later Dyson and Angus were going to figure it out.

Chapter Seven
     
    Sugarvale was a truly beautiful place. Some of the original houses had been lovingly restored and some had been built from scratch, but they all blended perfectly with the surrounding area. Angus glanced around the town and wondered how such an amazing place could also be the setting for the failure of the relationship that had begun with such promise.
    With the town heavily protected by magical wards, Kristen had insisted on sleeping in her own room, in her own bed, alone. He had no idea what Dyson had done to fuck things up the day their assignment had brought them to Sugarvale, but it had somehow affected Angus’s relationship with Kristen as well. Being a demon, he didn’t mind sharing, but he sure as hell didn’t appreciate being punished for someone else’s mistakes.
    It didn’t help that Dyson had withdrawn into his own misery thanks to the betrayal of his ex–squad partner. The two days they’d been living in Sugarvale had been the most confusing and miserable of Angus’s entire life.
    Kristen hadn’t even cooked since they’d arrived. It wasn’t that he expected her to feed them every day—he and Dyson were decent enough cooks themselves—but it had seemed to give her such joy when they’d been on the run. The fact that she didn’t want to cook now was probably more concerning than her request to sleep alone. He knew enough to recognize depression when he saw it.
    Angus was still lost in thought when Dyson came in the front door.
    “She’s still in her room?” he asked as he walked past Angus and headed into the