Dorien turned to his friend, tugging on the edge of Ivan’s shirt. “I’m not sure it’s fair that Sprite’s the only one naked.”
Wordlessly, Ivan tugged off his shirt. My eyes widened as I took in the ethereal beauty of his alabaster skin and perfect form, and the disfigurement that marred it. I reached out to touch the lattice of scars covering his back. “What are these?”
Ice coated Ivan’s eyes. He flinched away for a moment before turning to me again. He’d pulled up a facade, locking away his secret in a dark corner of his mind so I couldn’t get to them. “They are not important, not when I am looking at a beautiful woman.”
He means me. I’m the beautiful woman.No one had ever called me that before. Fatty, lardass, hippo – those were the names I was used to hearing yelled at me across campus by guys. Lecherous drunks drooling over the counter about how much they loved my curves and Creepy Cory following me after work was not the same thing as two members of Broken Muse looking at me like I was a goddess deserving of worship.
Dorien flung off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans. The candlelight flickered over his tattoos, illuminating the Latin script across his chest, the phraseIn Cauda Venenum. I had to ask him about it, but not now.
Now I had other things on my mind.
Dorien gripped my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. Honestly, that was the sexiest thing he’d done up until this point, which considering the shudders of pleasure still coursing through me from the orgasm, was saying something.
He trailed a finger over my ass cheeks. “Such a beautiful derriere,” he murmured. “I’d love to turn it red with a whip one day.”
Fuck.Why did that suggestion make my stomach pool with warmth?
Ivan’s fingers knitted in mine, and he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and then Dorien’s hands were on my hips again. My whole body ached with a need I couldn’t express. I tipped my hips back, inviting him, begging him,commandinghim.
With a single motion, Dorien bent over and plunged into me, burying himself as deep as he could go. Balls to the wall, that was Dorien’s style. I felt a sharp pain as his size stretched me, pushing me to the limit of what I could take. Once all of him was inside me, he held still, his forearms bracing against the piano bench, his body raised above mine as his ragged breath seared my skin.
“I never thought I’d get to be inside you,” he whispered, his breath against my ear sending a shudder of delight through my already quivering body. While my body opened for him, warming to his presence, Dorien remained hard, tight, rigid, a coiled snake ready to strike.
His hand snaked around my throat, tugging my head up and back, attacking my mouth with his as he started to move. Slow at first, and then he was bucking against me, losing himself in the wildness of it, in the release of all the tension that had stretched between us for so long.
Ivan knelt down beside me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tore my lips from Dorien’s to devour me in his. I reached out and pulled Ivan toward me, dragging him up so my lips could close around his cock. He tasted amazing, hot and tart and uniquely Ivan, and his cock twitched against my lips as I took him in as deep as I could.
Two cocks inside me. Two broken muses all to myself.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
It feels so good.
So right.
Dorien’s finger plunged between my legs, rubbing my clit as he slammed into me, pushing Ivan deeper. I moaned around Ivan’s cock, and that might’ve been too much for him. He fisted a handful of my hair in his hand, his eyes never leaving my face as his jaw clenched. For the briefest moment, as he surrendered to his primal self, that tightly wound control slipped from his eyes, and I glimpsed therealIvan. The proud and kind and scared guy who would do anything to protect the people he loved.
Ivan’s body jerked. Hot, salty cum hit the back of my throat at the same time Dorien thrust deeper than ever and his finger slammed into my clit, and a second orgasm exploded through me.
My whole body came alive, my veins humming with the same magic I felt when I played music, only amplified times a million. The melody of our bodies meeting conjured a rush of sensory detail – the smell of my mother’s home-cooked food, the taste of peanut-butter oreo doughnuts melting on my tongue, the ache in my shoulder after playing a difficult concerto, the swell in my chest whenever Mom told me she was proud of me. All of those bright moments and perfect details converged inside me in a single moment of rapture.
I saw stars and galaxies and the birth and death of the universe on the insides of my eyelids. I screamed as I came, my voice echoing through the cavernous room.
It was too much for Dorien. His body tensed, his muscles tightening. He fell over the edge with me, coming with a grunt before collapsing against me, skin on sweaty skin. His cock slid out.
Dorien pushed his hair out of his eyes. The gaze that met mine burned with something I’d never seen on him before – contentment. “Well, well, Sprite. You certainly played all the right notes.”
I laughed as I sat up, tossing tangled hair over my shoulder, and reached for the whisky bottle and took a long swig. I sought Ivan’s icicle eyes and gave him a flirty wink. “Drink up, boys. We’ve got all night.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Faye
Why is my brain on fire?
I rolled over, arms flailing, trying to pat out the flames engulfing my skull. But there were none. The searing pain came from inside. I tried to open one shaky eye to gaze upon the world, but at the sight of the bright light streaming through my open window, my eye rebelled and slammed shut again.
I’m in a hell of my own making.
