Oh my god, guys. Please. Please work with me here.
Saint’s smile turns taunting, and my fingers drift to his mouth at his cutting amusement. He lives for entertainment. And for just a moment, I love that he’s distracted me to the point of obliviousness to the terrible world around us.
“Say it again,” he whispers against my lips.
A shiver thrums through me as his palms press firmly to my lower back, melding my hips perfectly to his.
“I love you, Saint.” My heart quivers as I say those tiny but monumental words to him.Does he feel it? Does he feel how unsteady he makes my very soul?
His lips brush mine slowly, and it’s the most addicting almost-kiss of my entire life. “I love you too,” he says just before his tongue flicks sensually against mine and he claims me fully right there in front of the fire of hell and the destruction all around us.
Long fingers dig into my skin as biting teeth rake across my lip. Euphoric pleasure surges through me as his tongue slides across a drop of blood. He consumes me just like that.
Suddenly the fact that we’re alone in all of this, the reminder that no one cares what happens to the lost Prods of Academy of Six, it all feels pressing in a totally different way. And for a moment, I don’t want to think about it.
All I want is Saint Von Hunter.
Strong hands pull me away from the edge and against a warm chest. I really don’t know if it’s Syko or Phoenix by the way he hikes up my dress and runs his rough palms over my ribs. The dominant way he touches me rather than caresses me makes me think it’s Phoenix who’s pinning me against his friend’s body, rocking against my ass and causing me to grind even more into the hard erection beneath Saint’s jeans.
Saint’s mouth trails lower, down my neck, nipping over my dress at my breasts and nipples before he drops to his knees like he might worship between my thighs.
When he tears the material away from me entirely, the person behind me slides his fingers along my jaw and brings my mouth to his. My heartbeat trembles when my gaze meets deep golden eyes from over my shoulder.
Malek’seyes.
He smiles at me slowly before pressing his lips lightly over mine.
“Surprised, mi corazón?” Those rumbling words flick against my tongue as I kiss him harder. Deeper.
We’ve come so far from the bickering Prods who were thrown together in a tiny dorm. These men really are my family. I care about them more than I care about anything else in this world.
And they show me every day that they feel the same way.
I turn, twisting slightly to feel as much of his hard body as possible while Saint holds my hips and ever so slowly pulls my panties down. Cold air skims my thighs, but warm breath follows in its wake. He lingers in front of me while Malek holds me firmly from behind, their hands skimming up and down my hips, my thighs, my…
I gasp against Malek’s lips. Their fingers slide in conflicting, different directions against my pussy. I jerk beneath the firm press of their touch, and before I can shift anymore, strong hands grip my hips. I pull back from the rolling, stroking tongue of the werewolf to find another man in front of me. Phoenix stands at an angle near Saint but almost right in front of me.
“Hold still, feck,” he says in a low, commanding tone. The smile on his lips is a sinful look of salacious want.
But I’m suddenly reminded of something else. His warm lips and a devilish tongue press to the low curve of my neck. Saint’s mouth closes over my clit as well as Malek’s fingers, and both of them stroke me as I try desperately hard to remember the thought rolling around in the darkness of my lust-filled mind right now.
“Azazel—” The thought cuts away immediately as Saint slides two fingers into my opening and massages me right where he knows I like it.
A gasping moan trembles on my lips, but Phoenix’s gaze is no longer filled with desire.
“Did… did you just say that fuck’s name right now?” He jerks me to his chest, but I only thrust harder against Saint’s tormenting mouth. “I don’t like the way he keeps going out of his way for you.” There’s a hard tone to Phoenix’s words. The look in his darkening eyes is even harsher.
He’s jealous. Jealousy might be the only emotion Phoenix ever accidently grasped while being a soulless.
So he’s incredibly good at it.
“He’s— He—” I try to get the words out, but Saint only fucks me harder with his fingers, his tongue, his everything.
Phoenix’s hands hold me tighter, and just as the tightening feeling in my core pulses, threatening to combust, he lifts me from Saint’s orgasm-inducing mouth. He carries me from the two men, and the rumbling growl of Malek follows us as he walks away.
“I won’t share you,” Phoenix declares adamantly once he has my attention.
His hands lift my thighs higher against his hips, and he makes sure to lock my legs in place around him so nearly every part of me is against him.
