“That’s not what I mean,” Callum says, shaking his head. He presses his forehead against mine. “You don’t get to die. No wasting away, no slit throats or cages. If your magic starts to drain you, I’ll tie you to the bed and feed you my blood for the rest of time.”
Callum presses another kiss to my mouth, swallowing my gasp.
“Unfortunately, that will make you unbearably horny, so Gideon will have to fuck you nonstop.”
I groan and chase his mouth.
“As far as backup plans go, I’m a big fan,” Gideon says, chuckling. “But let’s try to actually get our hands on one of these talisman things before we commit to a lifetime of kinky hospice care.”
Callum and I grimace.
“Kinky hospice care?” I snicker. “That’s the least sexy way you could have described that.”
“Yeah, I hope all your dirty talk isn’t that bad.” Callum frowns up at him.
Gideon bends down to rest his chin on top of my head and looks directly into Callum’s dark, bottomless eyes. “If you help me get our girl out of this creepy hallway right now, you can grade my dirty talk firsthand.”
I don’t even have time to blink before Callum swings me up onto his back and takes off. He’s moving so quickly I’m forced to hang on for dear life. I grab his shoulders to steady myself as Callum twists around a corner. His fingers grip the bottom of my thighs, tugging my legs forward. I take the hint and lock my legs around his waist.
When I look back to make sure Gideon is behind us, his eyes are glowing like beacons in the dark.
“Is he watching you?” Callum asks, panting slightly as he slows to a jog.
“He’s watching us,” I correct him. Instead of going in for the quick kill, Gideon is leisurely stalking his prey with the confidence of a seasoned hunter.
Callum chuckles. The sound is dark and raspy; it tickles the sensitive hollows of my skin.
Homey living room furniture passes in a blur, and I find myself in an unfamiliar room that smells like Gideon. I don’t get much of a chance to take it in before Callum tosses me unceremoniously on top of a massive four-poster bed. He follows me down on the plush mattress, sliding his knee between my legs and grinding it against me with delicious friction. Moonlight from the big bay window bathes us in a moody grayscale.
When the door closes with a click and Gideon prowls toward the bed, I moan. He’s never looked so feral.
Gideon’s molten eyes slide over my body, stopping when he gets to where Callum is laying between my legs. For a minute, I worry he’s mad. He’s seen us fool around before, but not since all the mate stuff was out in the open. I know he saidit was okay, but what if?—
“Taste her,” Gideon demands.
Callum grins and reaches for my shirt, but he waits to take it off until I nod my consent. Gideon stops at the foot of the bed, leaning against the post and hovering over us both where we lay sprawled together.
“I want to see her come apart on your tongue,” Gideon says.
“I can make that happen,” Callum assures him.
He slides my pants down, taking my underwear right along with them. My pulse races with excitement. If the fae is right, I might be dying, but at least I’m making the memories of a lifetime on my way out.
Callum parts my legs slowly, unmasked delight on his face as he looks over my naked body. I know he’s feeding on my lust, but seeing his hunger and desire for me makes me feel like a goddess. I’m so turned on I can’t even think about the fact that I’m spread out naked like a buffet in front of two men.
I don’t want to miss a second of this.
I watch with rapt attention as Callum reaches for me. He rubs his thumb from my entrance to my clit, spreading my wetness all around before slipping one, then two fingers inside me, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. With no fumbling or guesswork, he curls them confidently, finding that spot I can never seem to reach on my own.
Callum pumps his fingers in and out at a languid, rhythmic pace, adding his tongue to the mix and bringing me to the breaking point in less than a minute. Before I can hurdle overthe edge, he stops. I brace myself on my elbows. I’m preparing to voice my frustration when I see Callum offer his fingers, shiny with my arousal, to Gideon.
“I thought you might want a taste,” he says, a devious glint in his eyes. Gideon doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his best friend’s wrist and bringing both of Callum’s fingers into his mouth. He sucks them thoroughly, growling low in his throat as he licks them clean.
When Gideon releases his wrist, Callum turns his frenzied eyes on me.
I’m in for a ride.
He dives down again, sucking and licking enthusiastically, until I’m squirming in his grip, reaching for release. Then he changes up his moves. Again and again this happens. Every time I’m about to come, Callum eases me back from the edge. By the time I realize he’s doing it on purpose, I’m desperate and frustrated, my hands fisted in his hair. When I buck my hips to get some relief, he stops completely, looking up at me from where he’s laying between my legs.
