Page 117 of A Sweet Destruction

“That,” I said with a rough swallow. God. Good God, “is something we can certainly accomplish.”

I really didn’t think she could be any more beautiful. Smiling at me like that. Cheeks and lips red from my mouth. Arms curling around my neck, one baring the symbol of our connection.

Though my mind was still reeling, still a little floored that Esme had opened the door to this type of intimacy, I still managed to keep myself in check as I bent down to nuzzle her neck. I blew into the soft skin there, making a rumbling sound that was immediately drowned out by Esme’s laughter.

Never mind, she was even more beautiful laughing. It softened quickly into a contented sigh, then lowered into a groan. I would get it back eventually.

For now, I was focused on teasing the soft patch of skin right below her ear, feeling victorious when I felt her hips start to shift under mine. I’d barely calmed down, physically and mentally, since the second that door shut behind us. I didn’t think Esme had either, her movements edging on desperate.

Who was I kidding, both of us were oozing with it. Clawing at each other, rolling over one another as we fought for dominance.

Esme landed me on my back after a particularly skillful maneuver, straddling my hips. Her triumphant smile made me launch upwards, grabbing the back of her head and pulling us together in a deep kiss.

Hushed, fevered words were exchanged, instructions and pleas that had Esme’s hips canting up and both our hands reaching for my cock. I felt one blissful moment of connection when we heard it.

There was an odd rustling at our door, a scratching sound like a pet clambering for entrance. Not scary at face value, but it shattered our illusion of solitude.

Esme jerked in response, an odd show of reflex that had her shifting backwards. It had the side effect of sliding my cock right over her center, eliciting a long, pained groan from me and a broken whimper from her.

I held onto the back of her neck, bringing our foreheads together as I tried to get myself in control. Not just to extract myself from this bed, but also so that I didn’t assault whoever—or whatever—was on the other side of that door.

The muffling sound grew louder until one voice broke through the noise. Hushed, but with an urgency that made it sound crystal clear even through the door.

“You do it!” A command, full of an authoritative lilt that betrayed her lineage.

A low laugh, more of a bark than anything. The kind of laugh that would get a teenager smacked upside the head at a haughty family function. “I’m certainly not fucking doing that.”

“Soren.”

“Bellamy.”

Ah, as expected.

Despite our compromising position—neither of us were staying entirely still, even while our friends stood just on the other side of the door—we exchanged secret smiles at their bickering.

There was a smacking sound, like someone had thrown their hands up then let them fall against their legs. “Oh, alright, so you’re just going to make me suffer their wrath then?”

Esme’s smile grew an inch wider, as if she heard something in that statement that I didn’t.

Soren has responding the second Bellamy finished, almost overlapping with her. “Fine, I’ll do—oh, wipe that pretty smile off your face. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Another voice, one that barely rose above a a soft volume at any given time, said in a rare moment of exclamation, “At this rate, they know we’re coming. I’ll do it!”

Surely, they weren’t stupid enough to try and open the door. I couldn’t remember if either of us had locked it, and we were currently very naked and very much still on top of the bed, the sheets rumbled underneath us.

We were both launching towards the bathroom by the time a knock sounded at the door, crisp and carrying a distinct note of Freya. “Hello,” she said, as if she was simply inquiring about the weather. “All good? We need to speak to you.”

“One moment!” I called back, before the panic finally cleared from my vision and I took in my surroundings.

I blindly grabbed a towel from behind me, wrapping it around my waste and wincing when the fabric dragged over my still-hard cock. That would take some maneuvering, but I’d hide behind the door.

“Stay here,” I said to Esme, trying and failing not to be affected by the sight of her. Her hair was free flowing down to her waist, posture tall, and skin slightly reddened from my hands.

I took one step towards the door, then felt her hand wrap around my wrist. “No.”

Well, that was the voice of the Bond if I’d ever heard it.

I looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow, my amusement clear. “What would you like me to do?”