Alistair clears his throat. “I say this with every fiber of sincerity in my being, angel, but you have permission to do anything and everything you want to me—now and until the world ends.”
“Smart guy,” Luca says.
My mouth curls into a smile, and I wink. “I’d better get started then.”
TWENTY-THREE
Unspoken rule of the Fringes #30:
Seize the things you want and don’t let go.
LUCA
My basilisk is smug, and I can’t even blame it. Now that I’ve jumped the fence surrounding the friend zone, I can’t imagine going back. It’s the scared side of the fence. The lonely side of the fence. Fuck that side of the fence.
Friend-zoned Luca never made out with dangerous vampires for fun. And he certainly didn’t get to reach out and shove his own cum back into the most perfect pussy in the universe to watch it drip out again.
Celine glances over her shoulder and shakes her head when she sees where I’m looking. When she swats me with her right wing, I roll with the movement until I’m leaning back against her padded headboard.
This will be a test for me. By the time the night ends we’ll all know if I can watch the woman I’ve wanted for years touchsomeone else. If it goes badly—No, I can’t murder Alistair. That would piss Celine off, and I would regret it. Probably.
Don’t kill him, I remind my basilisk as we watch Celine peel Alistair’s underwear off. He has a nice cock—big, slightly curved, with no unexpected surprises. I wonder what it tastes like. On this side of the fence, I get to find out. But for now, I’m going to watch Celine ruin him, knowing it’s my cum running down her thighs.
When she grabs him around the hips and hurls him toward me, I have to admit I’m surprised. Her aim is good, though, and Alistair lands with his back against the headboard beside me.
Playful light dances in Celine’s eyes. She crawls between Alistair’s legs, dropping to lick the underside of his dick. Bent over, she supports herself with one hand, gathers her wild hair up with the other, then makes eye contact with me.
“Do you mind helping me out?” She flips the end of her hair in my direction, and I take the hint, holding the silky red strands up for her so she can focus on Alistair. “Luca controls the pace this time,” she says, shooting him a devious smile.
Alistair groans, but I waste no time easing her head down. Never one to hesitate once she decides, Celine swallows him like it’s her job. Gripping the sheets, Alistair’s breathing breaks down and turns to gasping pants, and I can tell he’s doing everything he can not to fuck her mouth.
Experimentally, I gently push her head down, watching as she takes his entire length—it has to be in her throat at this point—then swallows. Gods, that’s hot. Tugging on her hair, I give her time to suck in some air. This is going to be the best blow job ever.
From my vantage point, I use Alistair’s reactions against him, never letting him reach the point of no return. He’s got a hell of a poker face, but a muscle in his neck gives him away every time he gets close to coming.
Because I’m watching him closely, I see firsthand how he looks while he’s getting sucked. It’s... well, fuck,it’s intimate as hell. I’m not quite ready to reverse the roles, but watching him come undone is doing something to me.
When he glances my way, his red eyes unfocused and half-crazed, I kiss him without hesitation. I can practically taste his pleasure as Celine works him over. There’s no doubt that Alistair is a good kisser, even though there’s nothing soft about the way his lips move against mine. I wrap my free hand around his neck so I can feel the tendon pulse without looking.
“You’re pushing it,” Alistair grumbles against my mouth.
I chuckle, then kiss his neck on impulse. “All that work to be mysterious, and I found your tell in thirty seconds.”
“Since I rarely let my informants suck me off, it doesn’t come up often.” Alistair drops back against the headboard and groans as Celine ups her pace.
“I don’t think she likes the idea of an informant getting you off,” I say.
Alistair’s eyes deepen to a vivid crimson, and his fingers leave the sheets, pulling Celine up until her swollen lips hover in front of his face. “It’s yours as long as you want it, angel.”
“Damn right it is,” she says, twisting her hand around his cock. “Now bite me and show me what all the rumors are about. Fair warning, if this experience isn’t as life-altering as?—”
Alistair snaps.
He lunges as if he’s starving and sinks his fangs deep into her neck.
With my hand fisted in her hair, I freeze. Her body jolts in my grip, spine bowing, heels quivering against my thighs on the bed. A strangled gasp escapes her lips. I hold my breath, waiting to see if her reckless streak has finally caught up with her. I’ll petrify him if she shows even a flicker of pain.
Then she moans.
