The spots on my back had probably morphed as well.
He angled my face into the moonlight. “Your pupils stretch so wide they swallow the rest of your eyes. They’re reverting back now. Did your vision change?”
“No.” I blinked a few times, peeking over his shoulder to watch Link’s men run across the parking lot and investigate the splatter.
Whatever was left of the aphids was now completely void of the fluorescent glow.
If I could do this every time, it didn’t matter if the aphids grew smarter, faster, and more organized, right? So why did the prophecy warn against evolving creatures? And how did a special world-saving child fit into the equation?
Shifting my gaze back to Jesse, I stared into the infinite copper wells he called eyes and wished for another superpower, one that would grant me access to his raw, unfiltered thoughts. “Are you thinking about the prophecy?”
He released his hold on my face. “I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m…I don’t know. I’m missing something. Something crucial.” He laced his hands behind his neck, rubbing them over the back of his head, his biceps stretching the leather sleeves. “Or maybe I misinterpreted the predictions.”
Roark stepped beside me and touched my lower back, adding pressure to guide me toward the entrance of the hotel.
“Until we figure it out, we have a brutal aphid weapon.” He glanced at Jesse as he held the door open for us. “I den’ know about ye, but watching her dominate, I was seriously chubbed up.”
Jesse winked at me over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth ticking up. Grabbing my hand, he hurried me past the godawful aroma in the lobby. Darwin bounded ahead, leading us back to our room on the second floor.
The plumbing didn’t work, but we had a bathtub, containers of water, and mini shampoo bottles we found in the bathroom. Standing in the tub, I gave Jesse and Roark sponge baths, then they returned the favor. Few things in this world rivaled the sensuality of four lathered hands stroking over my skin in the glow of a flickering candle.
My arousal returned quickly and desperately, fueled by an endless energy deep in my core. Whatever this newfound power was, it made me ravenous. For food. For sex. For them.
They fucked me late into the night, stopping only to feed me dried rabbit meat and crackers, then fucked me again. Eventually, they crashed with exhaustion, and I lay wide-awake between them, marveling at the sexual need and alertness that still buzzed through me.
We hadn’t put clothes back on, and just thinking about their nude forms ran an electric pulse up and down the length of my body. Careful not to wake them, I slid toward the headboard to sit against the pillows, propped up between their heads, my gaze hungrily devouring the musculature of their shoulders, asses, thighs, every perfect inch of them.
They lay on their sides, turned toward me, the sheet tangled around their lower legs. The candlelight gently swayed the shadows and illuminated Jesse’s deep bronze skin and Roark’s paler yet sun-soaked golden hues.
Asleep, they were unguarded and completely relaxed. No pretense of bravery and strength, and still they looked so powerful, dangerous, and ready to fight. Their bodies were stacked muscles on top of more muscles, each brick and bulge knitting together in a stunning arrangement of masculinity.
Roark was taller and broader while Jesse was harder, rougher around the edges. With Jesse’s legs slightly parted and the bottom one bent toward me, his cock lay long and flaccid against his thigh, no doubt chafed from hours of use, but no less beautiful.
Roark’s cock was concealed by the position of his leg, but I knew its shape and size by memory. He was proportioned, flawless, and every time I laid eyes on his girth, tasted it, and felt it moving inside me, I was lost in a tingling, heat-surging-through-my-blood haze of desire.
I reached toward his leg, my fingers softly tracing the line around his pelvis, between the edge of his abs and bend of his hip.
The deep rumble of a groan reverberated in the back of his throat. Without opening his eyes, he curled an arm around my waist and dragged me down until I lay pressed against his chest. “Need sleep, love.”
I kissed his gorgeous mouth, trailing my tongue along his bottom lip. “I could go for a few more hours. Maybe Jesse—”
“Is worn-out.” Jesse’s groggy voice drifted over my shoulder.
But a moment later, he inched against my back until I was smashed between slabs of hot, hard, fatigued muscle.
His lips trailed a path of kisses over my shoulder, and his cock hardened against my ass. Oh God, my inner walls burned and throbbed in anticipation. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t usually this horny. Why now?