“Not welcome,” she growls.
“But we paid for the night. It’s all booked—”
“Not welcome.” She slams the door in our face.
It’s the same story at every pension and hotel we try. We even attempt to buy tickets for a moonlit historical walking tour to kill an hour, but a jolly man dressed in a medieval cloak waves a sword at us until we run away.
Antony and George manage to get a couple of rooms at a motel, but no one will give Mackenzie Malloy a bed and the boys refuse to sleep anywhere without me. In the end, we leave George and Antony to get a decent night’s sleep, and Noah drives the van around the outskirts of the city until we find a secluded spot nestled beneath one of the ancient watchtowers.
We fold down the seats in the back of the van. Always keen to avoid discomfort, Gabriel heads out to the market and returns with some blankets and pillows and a bag bursting with German candy and beer. The boys spread out the blankets and lay out Gabriel’s feast, and by the time I crawl inside between Noah and Eli, we’ve made a cozy nest for ourselves.
“This isn’t so bad.” I lean back into Noah’s arms. “It’s a bit like camping. At least, how I imagine camping can be.”
“I take it crime boss fathers aren’t big on the great outdoors?” Eli digs through Gabriel’s bag and pulls out a box of chocolates. “Dad used to take me camping and hunting all the time when we lived in Tennessee. I loved it – listening to the wind in the trees, roasting s’mores over an open fire, getting dirt under your nails, sleeping under the stars in layers of warm clothing—”
“Sounds like hell on earth,” Gabriel grabs the chocolates off Eli and pops one in his mouth. “Give me 400-count Egyptian sheets and room service any day.”
“—not having anyone looking over your shoulder or expecting anything from you,” Eli finishes.
“NowthatI can get behind. Touring is one long-ass expectation train that occasionally stops at hedonism station. Try these chocolates, Claws. I used to live off these things on tour.”
It occurs to me as I slide a chocolate on my tongue that this is one of the first times I’ve been alone with all three of them since I was shot. Malloy Manor is crowded with people, which is so strange and welcome after being on my own for so long. But we haven’t really talked about what happened, about what we are now that Eli’s here.
I swallow. Their scents swirl around me, and the van seems to shrink into this tiny space they fill with their bodies. I’m hyper-aware of Eli’s thigh pressed against mine, Noah’s arm behind my shoulders, Gabe’s fingers lightly tugging my lip as he places another chocolate on my tongue. My chest caves as I catch the look passing between Gabriel and Noah. Eli’s breath rasps on my neck. Hunger gnaws at my belly, even though I’ve had more than enough to eat.
Talking is overrated.
There are other ways to say what needs to be said.
“Look what else I found at the market.” Gabriel’s voice is strained, husky. He pulls out a slim box and lifts off the lid.
I peer down at the object nestled inside and nearly choke on my own tongue. “They sellvibratorsat a convenience store?”
Gabriel laughs. “Welcome to Germany.”
Eli’s hands slide over my chest. His lips find mine, hot and searching. Fresh snow dusts the windows, but I don’t care to look up. His kiss is all the warmth I need.
“Are you okay?” Eli cups my cheek. “Are you hurting?”
“How can I hurt when I’m in your arms?” I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him against me. My wound twinges a little, but it’s nothing on the searing heat claiming my heart.
As Eli kisses me, the other two boys murmur to each other. Gabriel turns on the vibrator. My stomach flips. Warm fingers trace patterns over my body. Eli shields my view of the other two, which is perfectly fine because Eli is stunning to look at, especially with his eyes heavy-lidded and his mouth crushed against mine. The vibrator’s speed dials up as a hand snakes under the hem of my shirt. I can’t see what Gabe and Noah are doing, and it thrills and terrifies me.
“Begone, foul garments!” Gabe tugs off my shirt and thermal vest and tosses them at the windscreen. Warm fingers dance along my legs. Lips close around my nipple. I gasp against Eli’s lips as all three touch and tempt me.
It’s really happening. All three of them want me, right now,together.
This is so hot.
Questions burn on my tongue. I don’t dare say a word. I don’t want to break the spell. I don’t want them to stop. I want to forget that out there in the real world is a gang war brewing and a maniacal doppelgänger who wants me dead.
I told Noah and Gabriel I didn’t want to choose between them. They declared me their queen and worshipped my body until I was a quivering mess. Now Eli’s here too. He doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere. He’s the missing piece that’s slotted into place. Nothing about this feels dirty or wrong – I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, here in their arms.
I’m the Ice Queen, and I have the harem to prove it.
Eli’s tongue draws out all sorts of sinful desires, while two mouths clamp over my nipples. They touch and taste every inch of skin they’ve exposed, until my entire body hums with need of them. I can’t tell where one of them ends and another begins – it’s like being kissed by a hundred hot mouths, everywhere except where I need them most.
My need burns between my legs. Something presses against my clit – hot and cool. It’s Gabriel, I realize through the haze of pleasure as he licks me slowly. His tongue stud… and then I lose the thought as he drags his tongue along my slit, and I feel that cool stud playing with my clit, driving me insane. Not being able to see what he’s doing… having to trust all three of them as they play with my body… it makes my head spin in the best possible way.
