Page 103 of The Betrothal

Any awkwardness I felt at his display fell away almost immediately and I softened in his hold, Seb groaning into my mouth at my compliance.

“Seb!” I heard the snarl from Alex. “God damn it, Seb!”

Seb only deepened the kiss until I was snatched from his hold, his hands releasing me immediately. I was spun, large hands tugging me into a solid body.

Then Alex kissed me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

ISABELLE

His lips branded my skin, the kiss burning me. The first swipe of his tongue against mine was electric. It was almost like we hadn’t kissed before, something about the way Alex resisted me drove up the intensity and it felt brand new.

My arms wound around his neck, clawing at him dragging his body harder against me, the kiss all teeth and tongues with both of us battling for control.

The sound of movement behind me had Alex tearing his lips from mine almost as ferociously as he had taken them.

I blinked at him before twisting to see Ben held in Seb’s embrace, the two watching with a hunger that turned on something deep inside me.

“Don’t let us stop you.” Seb’s voice had gentled, his words coaxing now, not goading. Were they going to watch us? My pulse thudded harder at the image of the boys watching us. I wondered at Ben’s thoughts on it.

Alex grumbled in reply. His body was still plastered to me and I could feel the indecision in him, knowing at any moment he might release me and leave me untethered.

“We know Alex isn’t ready for an audience, Killer, so we’ll leave you to do you.” Seb laughed. “Or each other.”

“Sebastian,” Alex snarled.

“Okay, brother, we’re going.” Seb winked at me. “But next time you don’t get her to yourself.”

Alex huffed. Was that agreement? I snapped to look at him, puzzling at his expression. I couldn’t read this man, why even bother?

At their exit, Alex’s features softened, his eyes turning pleading. “You want this?”

I nodded, dumbstruck.

“Really?” he asked, unconvinced.

I rolled my eyes. “You have to ask?”

His nostrils flared. He exhaled slowly, pupils blowing wide. “Clothes off,” he growled.

“Excuse me?” I bit my smirk back and his eyes darkened further.

“I seem to recall you objecting to having your bodices torn?”

I didn’t hide my surprise. He was eavesdropping.

“Then take them off.” He tugged me closer to him and lifted the t-shirt I wore over my head, pausing briefly to observe that it was Ben’s, he let me go and placed it carefully over the back of his armchair. “You aren’t very good at following orders, Firecracker.”

My pulse jumped at his pet name for me. “I know, that’s exactly how I came to be in this mess,” I sassed back.

He snatched me into his arms, holding me to him with one he released my breasts from my bra and dropped it onto the floor with the other.

His hand then hooked into my joggers, and I jumped when it drove inside, not drawing them down and over my hips, but cupping the warmth between my legs.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

I looked down at where his hand disappeared inside my clothes, the corded muscle of his forearm flexing gently as he caressed me, sliding a finger into my aching centre and grinding his palm into my throbbing clit.