“If you spent more time training, the hit would never have landed.”
“Nice try,” Ciprian says. “But I can’t be goaded by macho bullshit. I’m good in a fight, but I’m not suited for brawling.”
Celine grins. “What if you trained with me? I promise not to punch you in the kidneys.”
Ciprian licks his lips, then shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve seen you fight, hot wings. You’ll flirt me into a headlock, and then I won’t be able to look left for a week. Wrestle with Malach, he’s dying for an excuse to put his hands on you.”
They end up doing just that, colliding like two statuesque wrecking balls and nearly destroying the furniture while they’re at it.
I settle next to Ciprian on the bed to watch. “They’re aggressive,” I murmur as Celine wraps her legs around Malach’s neck and squeezes until his entire face turns red.
“I know.” Ciprian adjusts himself. “I’m developing a weird kink where I get hard as soon as she starts throwing his big ass around.”
“I heard that,” Celine says.
“I wasn’t hiding it, babe. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a normal reaction.” He glances at my crotch. “Luca gets it.”
I drag a pillow over my lap. “Don’t bring me into this.” I chuckle as Alistair sits on the end of the bed next to me. “I’m minding my own business.”
They continue sparring until sweat trickles down Celine’s neck and Malach’s heavy breathing fills the room. My eyes slip closed. The sounds are impossibly hot.
A hand lands on my thigh.
“I want to play,” Ciprian whispers.
My skin pebbles. It was one thing to let him blow me in the dark after a near-death experience. It’s another to have him get me off in the middle of the day, with the lights on, while Celine and Malach wrestle on the fucking floor.
“What did you have in mind?”
“A friendly competition.”
I crack one eye and study Ciprian. His black eyes are focused on my face, hungry and excited.Shit.It’s a deadly combination, and my semi takes notice, trying its best to push through the zipper of my pants.
“You touch me while Celine has the upper hand. I touch you if Malach is winning.”
I tug my lip ring into my mouth. “Who decides which one of them is winning?”
“Me,” Ali says. His voice is a low, delicious rasp. Ciprian’s fingers tense on my thigh, but the lust in his expression is unmistakable.
With her hand braced under Malach’s chin, Celine glances at the bed and grins. “You’re in trouble, Ciprian. I’m not going to lose.”
“Advantage Celine,” Alistair says calmly.
My competitive instinct takes over, and I reach for the zipper of Ciprian’s pants and yank it down. I’ve got my hand wrapped around his dick by the time Malach breaks Celine’s hold and flips her to thefloor.
“Malach.” Ali lifts his hand.
Ciprian tackles me and slides his hand into my pants without bothering to open them. I swallow a groan as he rolls his thumb over my piercing and grins. Using his thigh to pin me to the bed, he gives me a tug, then drags his hand out of my pants, licks it, and palms my cock.
A tangle of long red hair whips through the air, and Malach grunts.
“Angel,” Alistair rasps.
I flip our positions until Ciprian’s head hangs off the end of the bed, giving him an upside-down view of their fight. With no time to waste, I wrap my fingers around his neck and run my tongue up the bottom of his cock. He swallows roughly against my hand.
“Gods.” I lick the head. “Was Celine able to walk after taking you?”
Celine growls from the floor. “You underestimate me, Luca. It hurt so good.”
