Fuck.
Fuck.
I messed up.Royally.How did I not connect the dots before now?
Because I’ve had one foot out the door from the beginning, waiting for them to hurt me or let me down so I had an excuse to leave without it being my fault. I put too many expectations on them without holding myself to the same standards.
Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I urge him closer and kiss the brutal mark carved into his cheek. “I could never regret you.” Gently turning his face, I kiss each and every scar, ending at the corner of his lips. “Trust me, I’mveryinterested.”
With a tortured groan, he turns, finally crushing his lips against mine.
And it’s like coming home… if your home was on fire and you were too horny to give a shit. Arson kisses me with reckless abandon, throwing his entire self into the kiss. With every roll of his tongue and bruise from his fingers digging into my hips, he marks me as his. Blocking out the rest of the world so I can onlyfocus on the way he sets my body on fire and the way he grinds against me, a shield against anything that dares to tear us apart.
When he reluctantly pulls away, it’s to rest his forehead against mine, panting. Eyes dilated, he murmurs, “I never realized what I was missing.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “Do you really think anyone wanted to kiss me before, angel? I’m a monster, a murderer for hire. We don’t get soft touches and sweet things.”
My heart threatens to crack. “You do now. All of them. Whenever you want.”
A devastating grin takes over his face. “You might regret that. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, how can I ever stop?”
Myles runs his knuckles tenderly down my jaw. “I’m glad you feel that way. Because I called you up here to help me show our girl the benefits of letting her mates take care of her.”
Before I can blink, Myles lifts me from the floor, and Arson uses a towel to wring out my hair. In a few long strides, Myles takes us to my room, lowering me to the bed and tossing the scrap of fabric around his waist in the general direction of the mess we left on the tiled floor.
Myles wastes no time dropping his head to lave at my breasts, rolling his tongue around my nipple. Biting back a groan, I arch into his mouth as Arson skims his hands over my collarbone, down my chest, and teasing my other breast. The two of them work in tandem. Every time Myles switches breasts, Arson adjusts in kind, teasing the other nipple until I’m a writhing puddle of need trapped between the two of them.
“My turn,” Arson growls, using his shadows to pin me down. Sliding down my body, he grips my neglected breast, following Myles’s lead and taking my nipple in his mouth.
Fighting back a whimper, I lose the battle as Myles kisses a path down my body, sliding his arms beneath my thighs andcoaxing them wider just in time for his lips to brush against my clit, sending my hips jolting up into his face.
“Easy,” he breathes against my clit, forcing my hips to jerk again. He palms one hip, pinning me down as he uses his tongue to explore until I’m a writhing, begging, pleading mess.
One of Arson’s shadows flick between my folds. “Want to really drive her crazy?” he asks his brother, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Thensuck.”
Myles only hesitates a fraction of a second before he tries to pull my soul out through my clit.
And he’swinning.
“Oh fuck, yes,please,” I babble incoherently, fisting his hair and holding him tightly against me as I buck against his face, riding closer and closer to relief.
Several more shadows pin me down as Arson coaches his brother through eating me out, capturing my lips and swallowing every sound that comes out of my mouth.
“Try hooking your fingers while you suck her clit,” Arson suggests, and Myles shoots him a vicious glare. “I don’t need your help.” To prove his point, he doubles down on his efforts until my toes curl and I’m grinding against his face, right on the edge.
Arson throws his hands up in surrender. “Pretty mouthy for a guy with a mouthful of my fiance’s pussy. You'd think you'd be in a better mood since I'm letting you eat her out.”
Myles’s growl against my cunt has a mini orgasm sparking up and leaving me whimpering as he says, “You're notletting medo anything; Ever is.”
“Yes, Ever is a big fan of all of this. Please, carry on.”
Arson snorts. “You're kidding yourself if you don't think I'd have you gutted and strewn out on the lawn for the crows faster than you can blink if you touched her without my blessing.”
Coming down from my small high, I rearrange our position while the two of them bicker. The second I flick my tongue over the head of Myles’s dick, though? He shutsriiiiiiiightup.
“Oh, fuck,” Myles breathes, threading his fingers through my hair and bucking his hips, argument forgotten.
