Chapter 22 #2
Scooting back, I glance over my shoulder at Alistair and tilt my chin back. He follows my unspoken command and kisses me until I’m dizzy.
“I want to ride him while I suck you off,” I say definitively, then nibble on his bottom lip. “I also want you to bite me.”
Alistair’s face goes from horny to feral in a flash. His blue eyes turn blood red, and my heart races. This isn’t Alistair the crafty, strategic information gatherer; this is Alistair the predator—and I’m the prey.
Knowing it will drive him crazy, I turn my back on him and focus my attention on Luca. Alistair snarls, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I ignore him. Instead, I rub my sensitive clit on Luca’s dick, letting it dip inside me briefly before pulling it back out.
“Pierced cock?” I purr. “How did you manage to keep that a secret?”
Luca grits his teeth. “How and when would I have brought that up, Celine?” I watch, fascinated, as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Hey buddy, I know you’re getting ready for work right now, but do you want to see my dick?”
I chuckle, taking him inside me a couple of inches to get used to the scrape of the metal. “I mean, given that you got it pierced, you could have led with that,” I tease, dropping another inch.
He gasps. “I thought about it, but there were two problems.”
“And what were those?” I tighten my inner muscles around him, grinning as a drop of sweat rolls down his temple.
“Because if I told you, I would have had to either show it to you soft—which I would never do for obvious reasons . . .” His hips jerk up, seating his dick further inside me. “Or it would have gotten hard while you were looking at it, like it does every time I think about you.”
“Oh please,” I scoff, planting my hands on his chest. “You do not get hard every time you think about me. I would have noticed.”
“Why do you think I wear such tight pants?” he grunts.
“Enough,” Alistair snaps. “Quit playing around and fuck him properly.” His low, rumbling growls are straight out of my dirtiest fantasies. Before I can push him further, he drives me down on Luca’s cock until he’s buried to the hilt.
Luca and I both groan, but I get no opportunity to adjust because Alistair has apparently decided we can’t be trusted with this. I’ve pushed him as far as he’s willing to be pushed. It’s the last sensible thought I have because Alistair has decided to drive.
Using his vampire speed, he lifts and pushes me down on Luca’s cock until my eyes roll back. Luca and I both start making noises I’ve never heard before. They are beyond filthy, and this is rougher than rough. I should be scared, but it’s exactly what I want.
The drag of Luca’s piercing against the magical spot inside me is relentless and agonizing. I try to hang on to his chest, my nails digging vivid half-moons into his pecs as I gush all over him. I wail as I come, but Alistair doesn’t stop. Up. Down. Up. Down.
“Oh fuck. Oh gods. You feel amazing. Baby. Please. More. Yes, fuck.”
Luca is babbling, but I’m impressed he can verbalize anything right now. Especially since I’ve been reduced to a disturbing rotation of animalistic grunts and groans. When the motion abruptly stops, my limp arms can barely keep me upright.
“I’m sorry. Shit,” Alistair whispers, his grip on my hips loosening. “I got carried away.”
“Don’t stop!” Luca and I shout in unison—and it’s a good thing, too, because my voice sounds more wail than anything else. There’s a short pause as Alistair’s hands gently graze my breasts from behind, before one snakes up to wrap around my neck while the other dips between my legs.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” He rubs my clit in a teasing, barely there circle, and I twitch in his hold. Alistair’s smoky confidence is back. My nipples harden until they almost hurt.
With trembling hands, Luca lifts his fingers to my tits, caressing them reverently, his eyes never leaving mine. “She can take it,” he says. “Celine wants everything we’ve got.”
It’s half praise, half taunt, and I clench my jaw to keep from moaning as Alistair’s caresses speed up. Faster and faster he rubs me until I’m riding Luca’s cock as hard as I physically can. Without Alistair’s freakish speed, I can’t recreate the same intensity.
He knows; he’s waiting for me to beg for it. Sometime in the future I’ll refuse him and hold back until we both lose our minds, but not tonight. Tonight, I know exactly what I want and how I’m going to get it.
“You must be tired, Alistair,” I taunt him. “It’s okay to have speed and no stamina, though. Luca and I won’t judge you for it.”
His grip on my neck tightens, and he uses that hold to add some force to my rhythm.
It’s a warning. My blood sings with excitement.
This entire situation is dangerous. Alistair could snap my neck while Luca is balls deep inside me, not to mention the fact that the hazel in my friend’s eyes is long gone.
If his basilisk slips up, I’ll be turned to stone.
There’s no pretending I’m not fucking two monsters and putting my life in their hands while I’m at it. At this rate, my father may not even need assassins to take me out.
They won’t hurt you. The thought is so firmly entrenched in my head, an excavator couldn’t pry it loose. It’s the truth. Magical gift or not, I know I’m safe with them.
My next orgasm hits me fast and rides me hard. As my pussy contracts around Luca’s cock, his eyes drop closed. He’s trying his absolute hardest not to come.
“Look at her,” Alistair demands. “Don’t skip a second of this view.”
Luca’s eyes snap open, rolling up and down my body until I feel his gaze like a physical touch. They eventually land on my face, a flicker of intensity eclipsing the pleasure in his expression. I refuse to name what it means, but it’s hopelessly hot.
It traps me. I can’t see anything else. Not when Alistair starts pushing me up and down again, fucking me on Luca’s dick so thoroughly I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.
When a smaller orgasm crashes over me, Luca follows me over the edge, grunting, his eyes flashing between warm hazel and fierce yellow. I smile, bending at the waist to kiss his lips.
“Shit, baby, I didn’t even think about protection,” Luca says. His hand cups my face as he looks down with a focused intensity and watches his cum drip out of me.
“I’ve got birth control covered,” I tell him.
After moving here, I got a human implant, since I wasn’t sure how sleeping with different supernaturals would affect my fertility.
The witch healer who gave it to me believed it would work, although I was the first angel she had met.
It’s not a guarantee, but I’m reasonably confident I won’t be popping out any winged monsters any time soon.
Luca smirks at me, his abs bunching deliciously as he sits us both up. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he whispers.
“That we should tag team a vampire?”
He stares over my shoulder. “You read my mind.”
Turning, I get my first good look at Alistair’s body.
He’s not as tan as Luca, but he’s not as pale as I am either.
Lethal, lean lines of muscle stretch across his frame, his height obvious even while kneeling on the bed.
His hair is so dark it’s blue black in the dim lighting of my bedroom.
Tied back in a short ponytail, I imagine grabbing it for leverage while I fuck him.
With eyes like blood, Alistair stares back, and there’s no pretending he’s not a vampire. Crawling toward him, I grin when he goes impossible still. Luca groans at the view.
“May I?” I ask, my lips moving against the tight skin of Alistair’s torso. The ridges of his muscles bunch, and I kiss lower, tugging the elastic of his boxer briefs between my teeth.
Alistair clears his throat. “I say this with every fiber of sincerity in my being, angel, but you have permission to do anything and everything you want to me—now and until the world ends.”
“Smart guy,” Luca says.
My mouth curls into a smile, and I wink. “I’d better get started then.”