“Do you understand, Little Heathen?”
I tilt my head at him, dragging my fingers over his jaw, making my feelings clear.
“You’re mine, Carter. If another woman touches what’s mine, I’ll cut her fucking throat. That goes for all three of you. Do you understand?”
Holding onto my head on either side, he groans softly, as butterflies swirl in my stomach and my clit pulses with need.
“Perfect fucking girl. Ours.”
He brushes his lips over mine as I whisper, “Yours.”
Carter's kiss is seductive and slow as he slides his tongue against mine. Knox and Killian move and kiss each side of my neck.
“You need to get ready, Killer. We have plans tonight.”
Carter stops kissing me, and I press my face against his chest and complain.
“It’s not nice to start things you won’t finish. What’s the opposite of a cock tease? A pussy tease. Nobody likes a pussy tease.”
Killian kneels behind me, wrapping my hair around his fist he pulls my head back and I whimper.
“You don’t like me, Killer?”
I attempt to shake my head, but his grip on my hair is too firm to allow it.
“No, but I love you.”
He stares at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“And you don’t like me because,” his lips lift into a ghost of a smirk.
“I’m a pussy tease?”
I nod with a smile knowing how ridiculous I sound.
He chuckles as he shakes his head at me.
“You and that ravenous cunt, baby. Can you really not handle a kiss without being fucked? Is that all it takes?”
I wave my hand between the three of them.
“When it’s any of you, yes.”
The full truth is it doesn’t even require a kiss. Sometimes it’s a look or even the tone of their voice.
“Killer. I won’t tell you again. Get ready.”
Ahh yes. That tone right there. I get up and turn to Killian as he stands to his feet. Placing my hands on my hips, I fake glare at him.
“If you want me to get ready then stop being bossy. It turns me on.”
I walk to the stairs and he growls behind me.
“You’re a fucking brat.”
After going up the first three steps, I stop and turn to him. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me, his eyes dark and intense.
“And you’re a dick, but I love you in spite of it.”
