Clink, clink.
“She likes that,” Rooke murmurs.
I glance up without stopping. Rooke runs a thumb over Haven’s bottom lip and slides his thumb inside her mouth, then switches it out with all four of his fingers.
Haven gags, turns her head away, and Rooke’s smiling darkly when he looks down at me and our eyes lock. “Is she wet?”
I nod.
“Are you hard yet?”
I push up onto my elbows, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth.
Shake my head.
Rooketsks. “Then I guess you’ll just have to watch.”
Chapter 14
Bastian
When I center myself above Haven, Kai falls to the side without a fight, mouth still open in surprise.
I tilt my head. “Were you planning on fucking her with a limp dick?”
The color on his cheeks deepens, but he doesn’t drop his head. Doesn’t look away. He’s grown bolder now that he’s tasted his lover’s lips. And her cunt.
But not bold enough to take what he thinks is rightfully his. Although I do wish he’d try.
“No one’s fucking me,” Haven says.
I laugh, cock my head in her direction as I push onto my knees, shoulders going back. “Hear that, boy? She says she doesn’t want either of us.”
“No.” Haven tugs at the ropes binding her wrists, her chain clattering against her collar. “I’m done. Let me go.”
Kai’s gaze flickers to her, but they’re back on me a second later. Face blank, lips parted. He takes a big breath and then goes to untie her.
I snatch his hair, and he yells when I yank him back. Turn him to face me. He has both hands on my wrist, face contorted with pain.
Everything is more intense on MDMA.
Pleasure. Pain.
He probably wishes he was coming down already.
“Kai,” Haven says, squirming under us, her legs trying to close. Impossible, with both my legs and one of Kai’s between hers.
“Please.” It’s a little whimper of a word, utterly meaningless to me. But it hits Kai hard, and he grabs my throat again.
I smile, leaning into the pressure, pulling his head back even more.
“Think you’ve got what it takes?” I murmur, scanning his face as he struggles with whatever perceived morals are holding him back. “Better be sure, because you’ll only get one chance, boy.”
His lips tremble. “She said no.”
I release his hair, grab his arm instead. Press down on the bite marks on his skin. He winces, but I keep applying more pressure.
“When did you grow a conscience? Because this—” I press harder “—doesn’t imply consent.”
