“You arrogant assho—” The words died when he claimed my lips, kissing me passionately until I lost myself in him again.
Still hard and throbbing, he jerked inside me, reminding me how deeply our bodies remained connected. It pulled a moan out of me in response. Dante’s mouth took everything without shame as if he were starving for me, as if I hadn’t just made him mine twice, desperately coming together.
His kiss left me both breathless and burning with a raging fire, so I gave in to the inferno of need and lust reawakening in my core. The one that had ignited with his citrusy yet spicy, and intoxicating scent.
“Mine,”Stargrowled in my mind, her heat coursing through me. “Ride him harder.”
“Your wish is my command, girl.”My core ground against his lap when I rocked my hips over and over.
“Hold him closer…”Natasha’s voice felt farther away, veiled somehow, but Star and I heard it. Her emotion filtered through me. She needed him.
Instantly, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, overwhelmed by her need for his touch, for his embrace. My hips lowered even more, bringing him deeper, and he held me fiercely until not an ounce of air fit between us.
My stomach dipped when my breasts pressed to his chest, swollen nipples crushed against his skin, and our laps ground together, rubbing the throbbing, most sensitive part of me with the rocking of our hips.
“Dante,” I rasped, feeling myself almost at the edge of that delicious abyss of pleasure again.
All the tantalizing feelings capturing me right now weren’t just born of my craving for him, they were mine, Star’s, and Natasha’s desire. The combination of our passions was something I wasn’t sure I could escape, nor did I want to. It was an all-consuming need that ravaged my being, and I didn’t want it any other way.
I craved to have him again and again, and yet, I knew it would never be enough. I would never be satisfied.
Ragged breaths escaped me the higher Dante’s strokes took me, his hips now rocking with mine, but a new scent suddenly danced into my nose, seizing my being. The exotic essence of wild orchids took over me, forcing my eyes to open and search for the source while Dante’s lips dragged along my neck, sucking it.
Louder moans escaped me just as I foundhim,a memory suddenly bursting through the fog clouding my mind. Our bodies writhed against each other, the moonlight filtered through the open balcony, cascading over his beautifully sweaty tanned skin while his hardened body plunged deeper and deeper inside my sleek center, and leathery wings soared from his back as he made me his.
No, not me. Natasha.
“Mine…”Stargrowled again, her claim lifting more of the darkness that seemed to fog my mind.
He was, wasn’t he?
It wasn’t just Dante we belonged to, or who belonged to us.
“André…”Natasha’s whisper echoed deep in the dark recesses of my mind, and my chest constricted.
When our gazes connected a ripple seemed to extend over his strong body, tensing his every muscle. He swallowed as if trying to remain in control.
Blue flecks glimmered inside his hazel eyes while he glanced down at me, taking a hesitant step closer. The same need that burst from Natasha, Star, and me reflected in his tormented eyes, and I wanted him to love me too.
My hand went to him, my nails effortlessly slicing open the T-shirt he wore and revealing the tanned, broad chest I’d seen in the memory. His muscles jerked under my touch, especially when I pulled the shirt away, throwing it to the floor, and my fingers traced the bond tattoo on his arm.
“I need you…” I echoed Natasha’s plea, the words mixing with a moan while Dante brought me closer and closer to the edge.
My hand slowly dragged down his stomach, reveling in the feeling of his tight abs and the sight of his muscles contracting under my touch, when my gaze reached his navel, I discovered a delicious surprise. André was deliciously hard. So much so that the head poked out of the waistband of his jeans—glistening desire brimming out of his slit.
A renewed moan escaped me with the sight, and my hand immediately went to his penis, my mouth opening to taste him.
His hand gripped my wrist before I could touch him. When our eyes met, the hesitation in his stare was difficult to miss.
“Where is Natasha?”
“She’s here, in me… She needs you.”
“I'm not falling for that again, Natalia. Let Natasha out.”
Though it sounded harsh, André’s words weren’t filled with hatred. Nonetheless, there was a strange emotion behind them. Perhaps resentment?
Dante stopped moving and looked at André, but he didn’t let me go.
