“Rushing me. Both of you,” Alistair mutters. “I should have known you two would be impatient.” The dark rumble makes me shudder, his intensity rolling over my skin.
I smile, prepared to give him a smartass response, but Lucachooses this moment to bury his tongue inside me. My legs buckle. After all the relatively innocent touching, I’m not ready for the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
Alistair holds me upright, pulling my sweatshirt over my head in a flash. Relieved beyond belief, my wings explode out of my back, stretching wide to demand his touch.
Luca licks me enthusiastically, a filthy noise coming from low in his throat. “So good, baby,” he groans. The term of endearment hits me hard. I hate it when strangers at the club call me baby, but when Luca does it...
Grinding onto his tongue, I bury my face in Alistair’s chest and bite down.
“Gods,” Alistair groans. “On the bed, Luca.”
The command is sharp, and Luca’s eyes narrow, his tongue licking a lazy stripe over my clit as he considers whether he wants to follow orders. He does it again, and I whine, losing interest in their power plays. If someone doesn’t get me off soon...
As if he can read my mind, Luca surges to his feet, stripping in record time and throwing himself on my bed. The headboard slams against the wall, cracking against the plaster.
That’s going to be an issue.I toss that thought away and focus on what’s important: Luca’s perfect body. Every inch is beautiful—all the way down to his massive, hard,piercedcock. He grips it in his hand and gives it a rough stroke. I look him over, taking in the long, lean muscles decorated with a handful of gray scale tattoos.
“Luca,” I say, my voice a breathy whisper. “You’re gorgeous.”
Alistair uses the fingers of one hand to stroke my wings, toying with my nipple with the other. “Let him lick you,” he suggests. “He deserves it, doesn’t he?” When I don’t immediately respond, he rolls my nipple between his fingers roughly, sending a spike of pleasure through my nerveendings.
“Please, baby,” Luca begs, moving his hand up and down his cock faster.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his face, planning to hover there and tease him a little.
Luca doesn’t give me a chance. He grabs my hips with both hands, yanking me to his mouth, then adjusting me until he has me right where he wants me.
His tongue lashes my clit with the perfect pressure. Arousal boils inside me. The pleasure is so intense I almost want to hide from it. Knowing it’s Luca’s face I’m riding makes everything hotter, and the sounds he makes...Fuck me.
Luca eats my pussy like someone who’s been shipwrecked for a year, then rescued and handed a cheesecake with no fork. His grunts and groans are accompanied by indecent, wet licking sounds. For a guy who isn’t usually emotive, I’m surprised by how vocal he is with his tongue buried inside me.
The bed dips, and Alistair’s hands join Luca’s on my hips as I ride his face. Seeing four hands on my body is more than I can take. I stiffen between them, my orgasm rolling through me violently as my entire nervous system focuses on the explosion of ecstasy between my legs. I jerk in their grip, moaning as my pleasure reaches its peak, then slowly fades, leaving my body pleasantly limp.
Luca kisses my inner thigh, a satisfied smirk on his face that makes him look more like a smug fox than a mythical monster shifter.When I get ahold of him, that smirk will be nowhere in sight.
Scooting back, I glance over my shoulder at Alistair and tilt my chin back. He follows my unspoken command and kisses me until I’m dizzy.
“I want to ride him while I suck you off,” I say definitively, then nibble on his bottom lip. “I alsowant you to bite me.”
Alistair’s face goes from horny to feral in a flash. His blue eyes turn blood red, and my heart races. This isn’t Alistair the crafty, strategic information gatherer; this is Alistair the predator—and I’m the prey.
Knowing it will drive him crazy, I turn my back on him and focus my attention on Luca. Alistair snarls, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I ignore him. Instead, I rub my sensitive clit on Luca’s dick, letting it dip inside me briefly before pulling it back out.
“Pierced cock?” I purr. “How did you manage to keep that a secret?”
Luca grits his teeth. “How and when would I have brought that up, Celine?” I watch, fascinated, as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Hey buddy, I know you’re getting ready for work right now, but do you want to see my dick?”
I chuckle, taking him inside me a couple of inches to get used to the scrape of the metal. “I mean, given that you got it pierced, you could have led with that,” I tease, dropping another inch.
He gasps. “I thought about it, but there were two problems.”
“And what were those?” I tighten my inner muscles around him, grinning as a drop of sweat rolls down his temple.
“Because if I told you, I would have had to either show it to you soft—which I would never do for obvious reasons...” His hips jerk up, seating his dick further inside me. “Or it would have gotten hard while you were looking at it, like it does every time I think about you.”
“Oh please,” I scoff, planting my hands on his chest. “You do not get hard every time you think about me. I would have noticed.”
“Why do you think I wear such tight pants?” he grunts.
