Whatever was holding Riven back loses its grip on him. He kisses her hard and drags his hands up to cup her breasts. His thumb and forefinger tweak her nipples as I gather her wet hair into a knot on top of her head, slipping the rubber band off her wrist to secure it.
I don’t want anything between my mouth andher skin.
I kiss my bite mark on her neck, sucking on the scar until she’s rocking her hips and trying to grind on both of us at the same time. Another step forward wedges her so tightly between us that she doesn’t have room to wiggle.
She smells delicious, but I miss her coconut shampoo.
Is that bottle sitting in the Fringes collecting dust? I’m not even sure if shampoo expires or not—Celine shoves her hand into my jeans, and I stop thinking about fucking soap.
Unbuttoning my pants, I shove them down to my ankles. Cool air grazes my bare ass, but I couldn’t care less, because she’s playing with my piercing and it feels amazing.
Riven moans, and I’m pretty damn sure I know what Celine’s doing with her other hand. “I want you both,” she says. “At the same time.”
I’m about to tell her I’m down for whatever configuration she comes up with when the door swings open with an obnoxious whine.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. They started without us.”
Those configurations? I think they just got a whole lot more complicated.
FORTY-SIX
Excerpt from the Veydran Code of Conduct:
Rewards are contingent on continued compliance.
RIVEN
This is not where I saw this going when I asked Luca to talk. Can I share Celine? I know she’s with them all, but I never imagined participating in this level ofteamwork.Liar.I’ve thought about it many times. Who wouldn’t? But thinking about something and doing it are two different things.
Celine could give me a list of people she wants dead, and I would take care of them all without question. Being inside her with someone else is different.
Malach lags behind the others. A twinge of something twists my stomach. I saw his face when Celine joked about her survival. It hit too close to home for him. Losing her is his greatest fear, and after what he went through, I suspect he can’t think of anything else.
Ciprian pops up behind Luca, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Is this a closed party?”
Dragging my hand down, I slip two fingers inside Celine before someone else can claim her perfect pussy. She gasps and rocks against my hand. “No. I want you all.”
Ciprian leans in to kiss her. His hair grazes my chin—his mouth only a few inches from mine. It’s strange. I have no desire to kiss him, but I’m not disgusted by his proximity either. I think I can do this. My cock certainly thinks I can. It’s never been this hard.
When Ciprian pulls back to breathe, I swoop in and steal her mouth back. I want her kisses, and I don’t mind jumping the line to get them. I’m obsessed with the idea of leaving her lips so swollen that everyone knows she’s mine. I want her to taste me in her dreams. I need?—
Someone taps my shoulder. I crack my eyes open.
Looming over us, held in place by a determined-looking Ciprian, is an oversized angel. “Share with Malach,” Ciprian demands, nudging him into us. “Be assertive, man.”
Celine chuckles. “You’re not teaching him to change lanes on the freeway, Ciprian. Malach knows what to do.”
“I want to see it firsthand.” Ciprian grins. “Until then, I’ll keep looking out for my buddy.”
Malach’s green eyes take on a determined gleam. Before I can suss out his plan, he bends and grabs Celine by the hips, snatching her away and heading for the massive bed.
My cock is pointing at Luca now. Unacceptable.
Alistair tosses his hands up. “Dammit, Malach, you still have to share.”
“I’m being assertive.” Malach may be speaking to us, but his full focus is on Celine. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for a decade, my truth. May I?”
Her sigh is audible as she nods and lies back against the pillows.
