Chapter 18 Trafficking Of People

• 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 with memories of us double tearning her on our last night together. "If you can convince Saint to play with us, or not," she said in a husky tone. "You know I want him, but he's hung up on his silly little mate. Convince him, and I'll take you both on again.” Eryx snorted, shaking his head. "They're ready for us, Saint."