“Defile me?” I grinned, even as the words sent a delicious shiver down my spine. “I’m not some virgin sacrifice.”
“Oh, I know that.” Morrie skimmed my cheek with his lips, laying a trail of featherlight kisses against my skin.
“It’s notmyfault you went to London,” I added, gasping as he rubbed my nipple through my shirt. It was already hard. His touch sent a warm shiver through my chest that rocketed straight between my legs.
“It’s not.” Morrie’s lips brushed my earlobe. “But the long, lonesome train ride gave me the opportunity to imagine all the filthy things I want to do to you. Thatwewant to do to you.”
“We?”
I glanced over Morrie’s shoulder. Heathcliff and Quoth stood in the doorway. Quoth held up his phone, showing a stream of messages between the two of them. Snatches of words caught my attention… “lick her all over until she screams…” “…you could go down on her while I…” “…two of us inside her at the same time…”
My heart raced so hard I thought I was having a cardiac arrest. But no, it was just the thought of the three of them planning what they wanted to do with me, how they wanted to make me scream…
“He may be an arsehole, but he’s very imaginative,” Heathcliff added.
“You’vebeen texting?” I glared at Heathcliff in shock. “Or was Quoth reading these to you? I just need to know how—”
In response, Heathcliff swept into the hallway, grabbed my cheek and forced my mouth against his. His kiss stole any chance I had at finding out more about their plans.
Ingrid Bergman once said that a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words were superfluous. That was how Heathcliff kissed, as though he had things he needed to say, a desperate compulsion deep within him that couldn’t be expressed any other way. His lips never failed to draw me down into that compulsion, until the exchange between our bodies was its own kind of language, rich and lyrical and laced with wild, unquenchable heat.
“Upstairs,” Morrie commanded in a tight voice. “All of you.Now.”
Heathcliff swept me up into his arms, never breaking the kiss. He lifted me up the staircase, navigating around the low ceilings and rickety bookshelves with ease. Quoth hurried to flip over the CLOSED sign. Morrie followed behind Heathcliff, and the strain on his face as he watched us was almost unbearable. I’d never seen Morrie this desperate. It was exhilarating. It was a huge fucking turn-on.
I do this to him. I make him lose control.
We crashed through the door and into the upstairs flat. Heathcliff set me down on the living room floor. Immediately, Morrie was on me, his lips claiming mine as his hands roamed all over my body. “Heathcliff, stoke the fire,” Morrie commanded in his sternest voice.
Oooh, Heathcliff’s not going to like that.
“You do it,” Heathcliff growled, his lips raising the hairs on the back of my neck as he kissed a trail across my shoulders. “I’m busy.”
Tension crackled between them, searing my skin as it caught me in the middle.Mmmmm, what a delicious place to be. The two of them could use my body as a battleground any time they liked if it felt this good.
“I’ll do it,” Quoth – ever the peacemaker – moved across the room. I lost myself as Heathcliff and Morrie kissed and licked and wrestled me between them, their bodies and tongues hot against mine. Heathcliff dragged my shirt over my head. Morrie cupped my breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric of my bra. Heathcliff’s hardness jammed into my thigh as he popped the clasp on my belt, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and yanking them past my thighs.
“Well, so much for spending a quiet evening in front of the fire.”
Grimalkin.Shite. I’d completely forgotten about the cat-turned-grandmother. Our heads all snapped up, but the guys didn’t let go of me. Grimalkin peered at us from Heathcliff’s chair, an amused expression on her slender features.
“Don’t worry about me. I come from the time of Bacchanalian rituals. Nothing about your amorous entanglement disturbs me except for its proximity to my own leisure activities.” She set down a bottle of wine and stood up, uncrossing her long legs to reveal a full-length black maxi dress of mine she must’ve found on Morrie’s floor somewhere.Bugger, I liked that dress, and now I can’t wear it again.“I’m a creature of the night, and there are so many fantasies I’ve harbored while stuck in that feline body that I desire to have fulfilled. I shall go out and fulfill them. Do not expect me to return for at least three days.” With that, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, grabbed a coat from the rack on the wall, and stalked out.
“She stole my favorite jacket,” Morrie said.
“I don’t care,” Heathcliff growled, mashing his lips against mine. Just like that, Grimalkin was forgotten.
The warmth of the fire drew us closer. Heathcliff shoved me forward, heading for a wall. As much as I loved it when he was forceful and swept up in his emotions, I wanted to be in charge this time. I wanted to watch him squirm.
I placed my palms on Heathcliff’s shoulders and shoved. It was like shoving a brick wall, but I managed to do it. He stumbled on the edge of the coffee table and collapsed into his chair.
“Exactly where I want you,” I said, straddling him, grinding my hips against his crotch. A growl escaped his throat, low and rough like an animal. It rumbled through my chest, dragging up some deep, primal part of me. My lips sought his as my fingers popped the buttons and unzipped his crotch. I reached inside his boxers and drew out his length, wrapping my fingers around his hard shaft.
Heathcliff’s eyes bore into mine, his jaw set. He looked like he was fighting for control. I bent down and took his tip in my mouth.
His muscles tensed, then relaxed. He exhaled a ragged breath. I pushed myself up on my knees and took him deeper, wrapping my tongue around his shaft. He tasted so good – heady and masculine and with a hint of his peaty scent. My wild man. My Heathcliff.
His whole body tensed again as I slid his shaft out of my mouth, then took him in again. This time I went deeper, pushing him right back into my throat. He was so long that even when my gag reflex kicked in, I couldn’t take all of him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped him as I circled my tongue around his tip.
