It’s like a movie kiss. One hand slides to her waist, and he dips her like we’re in the middle of a fucking ballroom scene.
The jealousy surging through me heats my blood until my fingers twitch, and when a breathy sound escapes her, the bark breaks completely.
I push Val’s big ass off and jump up just in time to catch Revea’s flushed face as Syl restraightens her, his nose brushing hers.
When he looks like he’s about to go in for round two, I place a halting grip on his shoulder.
“Let her breathe, man,” I chuckle softly.
“She can breathe,” he says without missing a beat.
Then she looks at me, gaze glassy, half-lidded. “Yes, I can.”
She yanks me down by my shirt, and her mouth is on mine.
It takes me a second to realise what she’s done, that she’s kissing me, then everything and everyone disappears.
My hands find her waist, tongue slipping into her hot mouth, dominating, claiming as I step us back until I find the nearest hard surface to push her against.
“Omph.”
My brows pull together, mouth still on Revea’s, as my eyes meet a frowning Sylvan, pinned between her back and the wall.
“Shit, sorry, man.” I laugh.
She joins in, but it’s all soft and raspy. Damn, that sexy little laugh rushes through me like a sedative.
I stare at her, magnetised. “I missed you.”
I freeze.Shit. Where did that come from?
But she just smiles, reaching up to hold my face with those skilful fingers. “I missed you too,” she says simply. Then glances over her shoulder to Sylvan. “And you—”
Sylvan’s on her again, hands gripping her waist above mine. When she shifts to reach him better, she brushes up against my groin, and my mouth falls to her neck on a pained groan.
Fuck, this is hot.
Revea between us. Sylvan coaxing out these breathy little moans that urge me to grind into her—
“Alright, enough. She needs rest,” Val grumbles over the bond, his jealousy so damn sharp I’m keen to ignore it.“Seriously. She isn’t fully recovered. I need her to eat.”
That makes me pause. Reassess.
I realise the heat of her skin beneath my lips isn’t just arousal. The sour tang of her scent only confirms it.
She might be feeling better, but she’s still ill.
I sigh against her shoulder and start plying her away from Sylvan, walking backwards with her in my arms.
But he holds on.
“Let go,” I rumble.
He growls. I snarl back.
But Kaiden’s growl is louder, rumbling the room like thunder as he moves to us.
“Stop,”he barks. “Now—”
