“You could never force me,” Quoth said, his voice fierce.
“Good. And you’ll be so kind as to tell me if I’m being a right cow in the future.”
He laughed again. “Be quiet and close your eyes, Mina Wilde. Or your words shall be our sign of parting.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Quoth and I lay together, fading in and out of consciousness, our lips and hands exploring each other’s bodies in a strange world between waking and sleep. Heavy boots clomped up the stairs, startling me out of my reverie. I sat up just as Heathcliff called my name.
I slid from under Quoth’s arm and gathered Morrie’s quilt around me like a gown, then swept out into the hall.
Heathcliff stood in front of the fireplace, his eyes blazing. Tension rose off his body in waves. I stood my ground, unsure if he was about to start yelling and throwing things, or if he was going to throw me against the wall and fuck me. I was hoping for the latter.
“Morrie’s driving me crazy. I came up to…” Heathcliff’s words died on his lips as he stepped toward me, lowering his eyes to my shoulder. I followed his gaze and noticed a line of purple bruises across my skin. Bite marks.
“Morrie’s handiwork,” he whispered, pressing his finger into my skin. The hickey turned white, then darkened to pink again.
“And Quoth’s,” I said.
Heathcliff raised an eyebrow. “So it’s going to be like that, is it?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing. All I know is, it felt good. You all feel good.”
“You feel amazing.” Heathcliff closed the gap between us, brushing his lips against mine, and then his hands tangled in my hair and I dropped the sheet and pressed my body against his.
Tension rippled down his arms as his hands explored my body, lifting me and smashing me against him, as though we couldn’t get close enough until we had crawled into each other. My languid senses leapt to life, relishing the possessiveness of his touch.
Heathcliff spun me around and slammed my back against the wall, devouring my mouth with his. I managed to squeeze my hand between his legs and unzip his fly. As I wrapped my hand around his cock, he moaned against my lips.
He yanked a condom from his pocket, tearing the wrapper between his teeth. Heathcliff rolled it on and I wrapped my legs around him. Heathcliff held me easily, his huge hands cupping my arse, his cock entering me in one slick motion.
My back slammed against the wall as he took me, pushing into me again and again, deeper and harder than he’d ever done before. His wild eyes bore into mine, and I drowned in their black depths.
Heathcliff drove faster. I arched my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as the ache inside me bubbled over and an orgasm slammed into me.
Wow. Wowowowowow.
I’d never come just from penetrative sex before. But something about the angle and the way Heathcliff’s smoldering eyes burned into mine had sent me over the edge. Behind his head, two flame-ringed eyes glowed from the darkness. Quoth, sitting on his perch, watching us, always watching, always making sure no one was hurting me.
Heathcliff cried out as he came, the sound like a release of something ancient and primal. Inside me, his cock twitched and released. He slumped against me, still holding me tight.
My mind reeled with a million disjointed thoughts.I just had a threesome. I just slept with three guys on the same night.
And they’re okay with it. And I… I might be okay with it, too.
We could hash out the details later, when we weren’t trying to solve a murder. But right now, as Heathcliff slumped into his chair and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me, and Quoth’s watchful eyes burned through the gloom, right now I wasn’t scared at all.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Wakey wakey, sleepyheads.”
Heathcliff leapt to his feet, dropping me on the floor. “Get away from her, or I’ll gut you like a fish!” he yelled, brandishing a fire poker into the darkness.
“Relax,” a voice I recognized as Morrie chuckled. “You’re not in any imminent danger.”
“Shite.” I rubbed my eyes. “What time is it? Is it time for my watch?”
“It’s seven a.m. I came up to see if you wanted me to cook breakfast. I was thinking a littleboule de pain—”
