“Oh Heathcliff, Heathcliff. How sheltered you are.” Morrie held up a tube of lube. It took me a moment to realize what he wanted to use it for.
My lips slid off Quoth’s cock as a ripple of unease slid through me. “Do you carry that around everywhere with you, just in case an opportunity presents itself?” I asked.
“Of course.” Morrie twirled the bottle around, his eyes dancing. “What do you say, gorgeous?”
You’re not getting anywhere near my arse, James Moriarty, until you give me the piece of yourself that you’ve been holding back.
But I wasn’t going to give him that answer now. Morrie deserved to sweat a little longer. I bent my head back to Quoth, taking him in deep and slow. Quoth’s eyes widened, and his fingers clamped on my shoulder. “Mina, I think…”
I gripped him tighter, pumping with my hand while I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. His body stiffened, muscles clenching as he came, hard, in my mouth. I swallowed down the taste of him, taking everything he would give me as if it were a gift I’d been hoping and praying for. In many ways, it was. Quothwasa gift, one I hoped to unwrap every single day.
“Now that you’re done with the bird, focus on me.” Morrie shoved a slumped Quoth aside and waved the bottle in my face. His easy smile tightened with desire. “What do you say? Yes?”
I shook my head. “Not this time.”
Morrie lifted an eyebrow. “But perhaps next time?”
I laughed as I kissed him.Your cock isn’t the only thing I want. I demand nothing less than your whole heart, James Moriarty. And I’ll get it, one day.
Morrie wrapped his arms around me. He sighed. “Fine. But if I’m not inside you by the end of the night, I’m going to be very upset.”
In response, I rocked my hips against Heathcliff. “We can’t have that.”
“So… what are we going to do about it?”
“Do you ever shut up?” I rose up on my knees and grabbed his shoulder, yanking him against me and stoppering his protests between my lips. Morrie clung to me, his body pressed against mine even as Heathcliff drove deeper.
Pressed between their bodies, their hands and flesh all over me, a fire blazed inside me. Stoked by their raw, primal need, I became Sekhmet, protector of the sun, warrior goddess of fire, healer of wounds, because this fire… it was healing fire. Over my shoulder, Heathcliff and Morrie locked eyes, and the look that passed between them was something otherworldly. It said that the fire touched them, too.
Heathcliff’s nails dug into me as his body tensed. He buried his face in my shoulder, teeth dragging against my skin. A shudder rolled through his body. Inside me, his cock quivered, driving deep as he released, the power of his final thrusts jerking me against Morrie, as though he drove his cock through both of us.
Heathcliff held me for a moment, leaning down to claim me with another breathtaking kiss. That moment and that kiss tell me everything I ever needed to know about him. He slid off me and flopped against the bed.
“My turn.” Morrie grabbed my hip and spun me around so that he too came at me from behind. I yelped as he plunged inside me with a deep thrust. Gone was his control, his casual indifference. Morrie unleashed the chaos inside him that he’d held back for so long. Nails dragged down my back. Teeth snagged my neck. He bucked against me like a man possessed, like he was fucking a demon from his own body.
I arched my back and rocked against every thrust, relinquishing myself to his abandon. If this was Morrie’s chaos, if this was what he was trying to protect me from, then he could forget it. I wanted this. I needed it, needed him. Whatever was going on in Morrie’s head right now, something had broken him. The floodgates had opened. About bloody time.
A hand snaked around my neck, the finger pressing against my lips. “Bite me, gorgeous,” Morrie murmured, quiet and far away, lost in his own inner turmoil. I sank my teeth into his skin as he plunged his hand between my legs, flicking my clit with the end of his finger. As he drove me to the edge with finger and cock and the orgasm swept over me, I bit down hard on his finger, tasting the tang of his blood on my tongue. Morrie’s body stiffened, and he finally released.
Does he need the pain that much?
As he slumped against the bed, I turned my face toward Morrie, meeting his eyes. “Mina,” he whispered. His face glazed over with a strange, faraway look, tinged with the kind of sadness Quoth usually carried with him.
I kissed him, long and slow, trying to draw out an answer. Something in Morrie felt different. Quieter, more vulnerable.
Wow.
Morrie drew away, his eyes widening.
“Morrie, what—”
He yanked his head back, turning away from me and sliding off the bed. I reached for him, but he jerked his arm away.
No, Morrie, don’t do this. Don’t pull back when you were so close.
“Where’s the fire?” Heathcliff grunted. Morrie didn’t reply. He thrust his long legs into his breeches and hobbled toward the door.
I sat up, concern bubbling in my chest. “What’s wrong?”
