"Serena." Fin’s voice came out sharp. "What are you doing?"

"Don’t worry."

"Serena. That’s not an answer."

"It’s a puzzle. I think the goal is we have to step forward into the void."

"That is the worst reasoning I have ever heard, and I need you to put your foot back down."

She looked at him across the fifteen feet of stone between them. Calm. Sure. Terrified underneath it and refusing to let it win.

"One way to find out." She took a step before Fin could argue.

His heart stopped. His mouth opened around her name and nothing came out because his throat had sealed shut and his mate had just walked off a ceiling into infinite black.

The world inverted.

The transition was instantaneous. One heartbeat she was falling, and the next she was standing upright, boots on solid ground, the ceiling above her where it belonged. The void was gone. The chamber was a room with walls and a floor and gravity that behaved itself.

Fin materialized beside her, the inversion carrying him with it, depositing him three feet away on solid stone. His boots hit the ground and his legs were already moving.

He closed the gap in one stride. His hands found her face, tilting it up, and he kissed her.

Then he picked her up, hand under her thighs. She made a small, surprised sound against his mouth, and then her hands fisted in his shirt and she kissed him back.

When he pulled away, his forehead stayed pressed to hers.

"Don’t ever do that again."

Her fingers were still in his hair. His hands were still under her thighs. Neither of them moved to change that.

"Would you have preferred I stayed upside down?"

"I would have preferred a warning."

"Where’s the fun in that?"

She pulled him back into a kiss, fingers buried in his hair, legs locked around him.

He pushed her against a wall, his grip tightened once, and he rolled his hips hard against her, grinding his throbbing cock between her thighs.

"You were a bad girl," he said. "Bad girls get punishment."

He set her down slowly, hands dragging from her thighs to her hips before letting go.

"Fin, we’re in the middle of a temple, this isn’t—"

He spun her around, cutting her off mid-sentence, so her chest was pressed to the stone wall.

He pulled her zipper down on the back of her training suit, peeking the fabric off her shoulders and upper body in a single rough motion, baring her skin to the cool air. He yanked it down around her legs, then ran both hands possessively over her body—squeezing her breasts and spanking her ass sharply.

He shoved her harder against the wall, kicked her stance wider. Then he freed himself with one hand and pressed two fingers against her entrance, rubbing and teasing without pushing in.

"Feel that? This is what bad girls get in my temple."

"This is a terrible idea," Serena breathed.

"Terrible idea?" he rasped, nipping her shoulder. "Then why are you dripping down my hand?"

He pulled his hand back and pressed the blunt head of his cock against her, rocking just enough to coat himself before settling at her entrance.

The first push burned, stretching her too fast.

Serena’s mouth opened in shock but no words came out.

"That’s it. Take every inch." He pulled back and drove in again, then again, forcing his thick cock deeper with each brutal stroke until he was buried to the hilt.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reached around to torment her clit while he pounded deep.

"You’re mine," he snarled hotly against her neck. "My perfect fucktoy—getting fucked hard against ancient stone like you were built for it."

He delivered a sharp slap directly on her clit, making her walls clench around him.

"You’re so tense," he said hotly against her ear. "Stop thinking. The temple is fine."

His fingers found her clit again. He pinched it lightly, then soothed it with circles while his thrusts grew rougher, slamming into her.

A noise escaped her throat.

"Fin... I’m going to—"

"You’re going to cum for me like a good girl."

"Yes."

The orgasm ripped through her: her pussy spasmed violently around him, pulsing with hot, wet contractions. Her breath hitched, thighs quaking as ecstasy flooded her senses.

"That’s it baby."

Mid-orgasm, the wall Serena was pressed against activated and dragged them through.

She pitched forward onto her hands, bent over in front of him. Fin didn’t miss a single thrust. He gripped one of her thighs, yanking her leg up high to open her wider and drive even deeper, fucking her harder in the new position.

His other hand instinctively fisted in her hair, pulling her head back with rough possessiveness. The motion arched her back and lifted her face, forcing her to suddenly meet Gav’s shocked stare across the chamber.

She gasped, her face burning with humiliation as she tried to pull away mid-orgasm. Fin instantly tightened his hold — fingers digging into her thigh and his fist yanking harder on her hair — completely immobilizing her as he kept fucking her deep and relentless.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. His cock swelled and erupted, pumping thick, endless ropes of hot cum deep into her spasming pussy.

Fin’s head tilted back, eyes shut in pure bliss as he kept thrusting through his release. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room while he flooded her clenching pussy with thick, scalding spurts.

A second orgasm slammed into Serena without warning, ripping a broken moan from her throat as her walls spasmed wildly around Fin’s cock. Her whole body shook, thighs quivering while she stared straight into Gav’s eyes in dazed ecstasy.

Something passed between them that had no name and no business existing in this moment. She would bury it later. She would bury it so deep it would never surface. But it was there.

Gav stayed frozen, eyes glued to her, drinking in every trembling detail.

"Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not here."