“Oh, really?”
“Yes.”
He smiles. “Well then, that’s all that really matters to me.”
And that’s it.
Before he can kiss me again, Talon cuts in. With a wicked flourish, he spins me away from Nathaniel and catches me by the waist, pulling me flush against him from behind. His grin flashes in the dim candlelight, and that demonic quality slides back over him like a mask he wears too well.
“Remember,” he murmurs against my ear, “you need to flirt with all three of us in equal measure, Little Grim. I was starting to feel left out.”
“But you already kissed me in the hallway…”
“Shh.”
His hands clamp around my hips, and he presses himself against my ass without a shred of shame. The sudden heat of it punches a breath from my lungs.
“Oh,” I gasp.
It feels good. Really good.
“I swear,” he whispers, catching the lobe of my ear with his teeth, “sometimes I wish I’d been dead already, so we’d be on the same plane forever.”
“Stop it,” I manage. “What’s wrong with staying like this?”
“Nothing. But I need to be where you are. Always.”
He grabs the tulle of my dress and lifts it so his hands can find my bare thighs. The material veils his touch, making it look like he’s barely touching me at all, even though he has easy access to all of me. His hands slide higher, and then higher still.
The song ends.
Cassian steps in front of me again, loosening his tie with one hand while his other lands on my shoulder.
“This is our vow to you, Skye,” he says. “We belong to you. And you belong to us.”
Behind me, Talon drags the tulle higher, bunching it around my waist. His knuckles skim the curve of my ass, spreading me just enough that the cold night air hits my cunt.
Fuck.
I don’t have any panties on. He drags two fingers up the seam of my pussy, from the slick, hot entrance all the way to my clit, pressing just hard enough to make my knees buckle.
“Hear that, Little Grim?” he purrs. “We belong to each other.”
Cassian lifts my chin with his thumb, guiding my face to his.
“Would you do us this honor and let us fuck you on your grave?” he asks. Kind of like it’s a life or death question. Something serious and completely appropriate.
And I guess… in our world it is.
Here, we make the rules.
These three are my home.
It’s like a wedding and a funeral at once. They want to rut with me here in the moonlight, surrounded by candles they lit for no one but me. How could I say no when my whole body is already pleading for them?
Talon’s hand squeezes my ass. Nathaniel’s breath ghosts my shoulder as he circles around and plants a kiss on my exposed skin.
I’m surrounded. About to be claimed.
