Chapter 24
Chapter twenty-four
Malachi
Greer’s heady taste explodes across my tongue as I take her clit into my mouth. I wasn’t given instructions not to use my hands, which I’m glad for because I need to touch her, to feel as much of her as I can.
Watching her undress while I did the same was the greatest torture. Her body is…everything, full of curves and softness, heat and sexuality.
My hands slip behind her, the backs of them brushing Remi’s hard length as my palms meet the round curve of her ass. I dig my blunt nails in and pull her flush against my mouth so my nose is buried in her neatly manicured dark-copper curls.
Her taste is tangy with an undertone of sweetness, the perfect after-dinner treat. I suck her clit and moan around her so that the vibrations heighten the sensation. Greer’s hands fly to my hair, gripping the long strands tight in her fists.
“Oh, yes,” she cries. “Yes, Kai!”
I smile into her center, happy she likes what I’m doing. I can’t remember the last time that I ate a woman out, but if I’m good at anything, it’s eating.
I lap at her arousal, egged on by the grind of Remi’s cock on the backs of my hands.
The only thing that would make this better is if Sam was participating instead of watching like some overlord in a velvet throne.
I know he’s concerned about the reasons that Greer is in Elysian Pines, but it’s a good sign that he’s here with us.
I groan loudly around her clit. Her nails scrape against my scalp, and I shudder.
Fuck, that feels nice. If, by some miracle, Greer sticks around after Christmas, I’m going to have her play with my hair.
I grin at the thought of her braiding it and suck at her swollen bundle of nerves, allowing her to suffocate me in her pussy.
“You like that, love?” Remi asks. I look up as best I can to see him sucking on her neck.
“Yes, it feels good.”
“What do you need to come?”
“More,” she says. “I need more.”
“You want his fingers while I play with your gorgeous tits?” he teases, grinding his cock into the backs of my hands harder.
“Fuck!” she cries. I draw her clit deeper into my mouth and dig my nails further into the skin of her ass.
“What was that?”
I chuckle against her sex. Remi can be such a cocky bastard, but so can all of us, Greer included. It’s amusing to me that the Universe has brought us all together. I don’t doubt that the town’s magic knew exactly what it was doing by bringing her here to us.
“Yes, that will help.” Her words catch when I suck again. “Please, touch me!”
Remi shifts his hand away from her pussy, and I look up to watch as he grabs one of her full breasts, palming it before rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Shit, this view is incredible. She thrusts her hips forward, liquid heat flooding my mouth as I seek her opening, tonguing her fluttering hole and feeling it pulse around me.
“Kai.” She moans. “Give me your goddamn fingers.”
Remi’s warm laugh fills the room. “You heard the lady.”
I lick up until I’m sucking on her clit again, dragging my hand around her front until I’m tickling her inner thigh. I don’t tease her more than that, instead inserting two fingers where my tongue just was. Her vagina grips and releases, seeking more.
She’s tight and wonderful. And while I know Remi will be the one inside her tonight, I make it my mission to be as well before our time runs out. If our time runs out.
She’s leaving, Malachi. Don’t get too attached.
Sam’s warning in my head makes me growl and fuck my fingers up into her tight channel.
I ignore his warning and close down our link.
I didn’t mean to think that last thought loud enough for him and Remi to hear, but right now, I don’t care what Sam does or doesn’t think.
If his entire reason for being here is to simply babysit us, he can do that.
But I’m not letting him ruin this. I’m fully in this moment with Greer, and I don’t need to look at Remi to know he feels the same.
“Yes, Malachi.” Greer moans, tugging on my hair. My full name on her lips feels like a prayer answered.
“Add another finger,” Remi demands.
I do as I’m told, my third finger opening her up, getting her ready to take Remi’s massive dick that never fails to stretch me in the best way possible.
I smile into her sex, biting and sucking at her clit and her labia.
Her hips undulate, and her glutes tense, her inner walls clamping down as I find her G-spot.
“That’s it, love. Come all over your Angel Boy’s fingers and tongue. Make a mess out of him.”
I fuck her hard and fast, adding a fourth finger right as I feel her about to come undone.
She shouts my name as her orgasm hits, a rasping cry filling my ears that nearly makes me shoot my load all over the floor. My cock is so goddamn hard and leaking I’m positive there’s a puddle beneath me mixing with Greer’s cum that’s now dripping down her leg and soaking my beard.
Hmm, I forgot how much I love when a woman gives her pleasure over to you, when her body relaxes enough to squirt and convulse like she’s doing in Remi’s hold. It’s the highest form of flattery, in my opinion. If I’m not messy by the end of giving someone pleasure, I don’t want it.
“That’s it, love. You’ve made me so hard with how good you came for us. Do you feel it?” Remi asks.
Greer sucks in a long, labored breath. My fingers are still inside her, and she contracts around them, riding the waves of her orgasm.
“I’d have to be dead to miss that, Daddy,” she purrs.
He swats her ass, presumably because she’s being a brat and called him Daddy, again, before his dick’s inside her. For the love of everything—I think I’m falling in love with our Scrooge. And by the highly amused look on Remi’s handsome features, I think he is, too.
He looks down at me with an expression that means he wants to speak with me, so I reopen the bond for him. He flashes me an image of what he’s planning, and my cock jumps in excitement.
Lay on the bed. Head facing the bottom.
That’s all he says. That’s all he needs to say. I close my link back up and don’t bother looking at Sam. He can watch and brood and pretend like he doesn’t wish he’d let himself relax and be a part of this, to see where things go. Idiot.
Now is not the time to focus on the future, even if that is his nature. It makes me glad that I know how to learn from the past and not dwell on it and that Remiel can enjoy and live in the present.
I slip my fingers from Greer’s still-fluttering pussy, pressing a soft kiss to her clit that makes her shudder. She looks down at me, and I make a show of slipping my fingers into my mouth and cleaning them off. Her gaze doesn’t leave me as I stand.
Remi gently lowers her leg to the ground so she can stand on her own two feet, one of his hands still gripping her breast while the other holds her hip. Greer goes to pull me in, but Remi turns her face to his. “I think it’s time we put both of your pretty holes to good use.”
I wait with bated breath to see how Greer responds to Remi’s degrading dirty talk. Had anyone but him said that to her, I think she might have slapped them, but instead, she smirks coyly.
“You gonna make me scream, Remiel?”
He takes her lips with his as an answer. It’s not a long kiss, and the position of it is slightly awkward, but it gives him the permission he was looking for. “Both of us are,” he promises.
Greer looks back at me, and I give her my best half grin that has melted many clothes off in the number of years I’ve been alive.
“Malachi?” The tone of Remi’s voice is a command.
Right, he gave me direction. I wink at them and move to get into the position he asked of me. My head is near the end of the bed but not hanging off. Remi won’t be the one using my face tonight.
I hear whispering and the light sound of Remi’s laugh before Greer stands above me, looking down. I admire her beautiful tits and seductive smile as she asks, “You’ll let me know if it’s too much?”
“Nothing will be too much. Trust me.”
Greer holds my gaze for another moment but eventually nods.
With Remi’s help, she crawls on top of me, the view of her wondrous body passing over me until our stomachs are nearly touching and her pussy is hovering over my face.
The position is both a sixty-nine and doggy, leaving Greer presented for Remi to fuck while she and I give each other head.
I loop my arms around her upper thighs so I can grip her ass, fingernails finding the light crescent moons I left from the first orgasm I gave her.
I attempt to pull her down so her weight is fully on top of me, but she fights it.
I massage her skin, about to tell her to lay on me, when her warm hand wraps around the base of my cock.
I whimper, my hips thrusting up. I attempt to pull her down on my face again, but she still resists.
I lightly smack her ass. “Suffocate me, Princess. I want you to devour me with those dick-sucking lips of yours and drown me at the same time. Can you?”
There’s a pause before she says, “Say please, Malachi.”
Goddamn. “Please, Greer.”
She releases the tension in her body, our torsos melting together like yin and yang, hard and soft. Her slick core meets my lips at the same time she sucks the tip of my dick into her hot mouth.
The sound that escapes my throat is otherworldly. I wrap my arms around her low back, pulling her down so that all I can see, smell, and taste is her. I won’t die, but if I did, this would be one of the best ways to go.