Chapter 60
EMBERLINE
Gods, Nico could really kiss.
Soft, slow, perfect, like kissing was an art form, and he was the master.
Not too deep, not too hard. Just right.
He was so good, I forgot we had an audience until Gabriel’s arms tightened around me, and he murmured, “My turn” into my ear.
Then I was staring into a set of eyes as blue as the ocean, months of tension falling away between us. He was so handsome he broke my heart, with that cleft chin and the way his dimples got deeper when he smiled.
“Hello, Emberline.” Gabriel tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers dragging down the side of my neck until they stopped at the hollow of my throat, over my racing pulse.
“Hello, Gabriel,” I said because my brain wasn’t working properly.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” He leaned in, but I got there first, pressing my lips to his, savoring the taste of amber and spice, the way a low growl built behind his teeth, and how his tongue slid hungrily against mine like he couldn’t get enough.
His kiss was demanding, forceful, the kiss of a male used to being in control and taking whatever he wanted, and I let him take.
When I slipped my arms around his neck, he growled louder.
“Gabriel,” I moaned his name, my body a live wire.
I was crushed so tightly against him, my hardened nipples rubbed his chest, and I was grinding myself on his knee.
What was wrong with me? I broke the kiss, released a shuddering breath, and tried to climb off, but he held me in place, one hand drifting down my belly, then lower still, calloused fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh where the dressing gown had ridden up.
I bit my lip. Gods, that felt so good.
I was so desperate for them, I couldn’t get enough air, couldn’t fucking think.
I opened my eyes, and Dante was staring at me like a male possessed, pupils blown wide, every piece of him completely focused on what was happening. My breath went even shallower, some invisible tether tightening between us.
He was giving me this. Giving us this.
Even though watching was hard for him, even though he wanted me all to himself, he loved me enough to give me the family I wanted. And I was going to prove to him this was going to work.
That love would bind us together, make us stronger.
I love you, I sent down the bond on a flood of warmth I prayed he could feel. He sucked in a shuddering breath, his big, scarred hands crushing the chair arms in a white-knuckled grip.
A flood of tangled emotions came back, washing over me in a honeyed wave.
“Yes or no, bella?” Gabriel murmured, hooded eyes drifting down my body. His finger traced the tops of my breasts, pushing up out of the bodice, and my breath came short and fast.
“Yes.” I exhaled slowly, holding Dante’s stare as I smiled, a silent promise that nothing would change between us, that this would only get better.
“Yes, I want this. I want all of you.”
Gabriel’s hand moved higher, beneath the gown, and I closed my eyes. One more inch and he’ll find out how wet I am, and oh gods, he’s almost there, and I need him to touch me so badly, I will beg for it if that’s what it takes.
“Give me that mouth again, principessa. You taste fucking delicious,” Nico demanded, his hand closing on the nape of my neck.
Surely, he knew what Gabriel was doing to me right now.
My face heated, and I shifted position, but those clever fingers followed, tracing down the outside of my panties as Gabriel turned me to face his friend.
“There you are.” Nico brushed his lips across mine. “I’ve waited for this forever. For you.”
I thought I could drown in the adoration in his eyes. And the fact that Gabriel was rubbing his thumb back and forth across my clit in light, even strokes that had my breathing picking up.
I liked this. Liked being trapped between two big males looking at me like they were about to devour me whole. That my husband was watching while he slowly came unraveled. I’d never felt like this before.
Never wanted to be consumed, too turned on to do anything but feel.
“Arms up,” Nico urged.
I obeyed, letting him drag the heavy dressing gown over my head. Toss it away. I expected to feel cold, but here was only heat.
Holy gods, I was almost naked. In bed. Crushed between Gabriel and Nico.
And my husband… my big, scary husband was right there, watching us with eyes that were on fire.
Nico had gone still, jaw working as he looked at me, hands skating down my shoulders, my arms, panting as he took in my breasts. “Fuck. Fuck, you are perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Ravenous, he fastened his hot, hungry mouth over one taut nipple, sucking hard, lashing the sensitive point with his tongue as I jolted against him, rubbing my thighs together. Every nerve was amplified, my body a live wire in their hands.
Behind me, Gabriel chuckled, his fingers slipping under my panties, sliding through all that slickness as I closed my eyes, face blazing.
I tried to move away, but that only put me up against Nico, holding me still as he sucked and licked, waiting until I gasped out his name before he moved to my other breast.
This was… I was going to…
“Breathe, Emberline.” Dante’s rough command sent another spiral of heat rocketing through me, Gabriel growling in pleasure as he pushed a finger deep inside my soaked pussy. “Breathe and let yourself enjoy this. Let them make you feel good.”
After a lifetime of fighting, I surrendered.
To them. To this. To the inevitability of everything I’d been fighting.
My hands cupped Nico’s face, and my lips crashed into his, tongues tangling with such abandon, I couldn’t tell where I ended and Nico began.
Only that I finally felt like I was home.
Every nerve came alive, everything narrowing down to his clever tongue, his soft lips, the feral way he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and growled, sending a shiver straight down to my soaked, pulsing core.
“That’s it, bella, clench around my finger. Yes, just like that,” Gabriel urged, shoving another finger deep in me, his thumb stroking over my clit, my heart raging, so much heat building inside me I wondered if I might combust.
“He wants a taste, principessa,” Nico husked, pressing me down onto the bed. “He wants to put his mouth on you and eat your pussy. Lick you so hard you scream.”
Nico captured my mouth, one hand flattened over my sternum to hold me still. Gabriel’s fingers slid through my pussy, plunging in deeper, his thumb brushing my clit, a low, needy groan slipping from him when he discovered how swollen and tight I was.
“Fuck, bella, I have to taste you now.”
I would have answered, but Nico held me in place while he ravaged my mouth, kissing me as if he could not get enough.
All I could do was lie there, pinned, as Gabriel wedged his wide shoulders between my legs and spread me wide, his warm, rough palms on the sensitive insides of my thighs, his mouth inches away from my pussy, hot breath skating over quivering, sensitive flesh.
I was so fucking ready for him. If he didn’t put his mouth on me soon, I was going to beg.
With a rough grunt, Gabriel’s frantic, hungry mouth landed on me, consuming me as if he couldn’t stop, every hard lick demanding. He worked his fingers in and out of my cunt with a wet sound that would be obscene if it didn’t turn me on so much.
I wanted his cock in me. I want both of them inside me at the same time.
I want to be filled up until I’m bursting, fucked until I don’t know my own name, until all I know is their smell and their taste.
Every vicious lash of Gabriel’s tongue across my clit sent a jolt of need spearing through me, a tight, wanting sensation growing deep in my belly as he worked me like his own, personal toy.
Somewhere outside my little bubble, Dante groaned, like he was in pain.
Gabriel replaced his fingers with his mouth, spearing his tongue in deep, hard, and fast, a gasp exploding from my mouth that might have been his name. Or a curse.
“That’s it, Gabriel. Harder. She likes it hard, don’t you, princess?” Nico’s other hand slid up to encircle my throat, squeezing gently, his eyes locked with mine. “That’s right, look at me while his mouth is on you, fucking that pretty pink cunt.”
Gabriel’s hunger was furious, every lash of his tongue hard and demanding, my hips bucking madly.
Nico’s hooded eyes turned dark. “I smell you, so fucking sweet. You’re getting close, aren’t you? Are you going to take my cock once he gets you ready?” he purred.
The words shocked me. The raw, unapologetic hunger written on Nico’s face had me saying, “Yes.”
“First, I’m going to watch him make you come, Emberline.” His rough voice was edged with greed, as though I was giving him a gift, when I was the one falling apart in their hands.
“You are so beautiful. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you like this.” His mouth parted slightly, fangs fully descended, his fingers tightening around my throat to hold me in place. “My beautiful captive princess, forced to take everything we give you.”
My body torqued like I’d been plugged into a light socket, the beginning of a release sizzling through me like an unstoppable force.
“Lick her harder. That’s it.” Nico didn’t look away, his pale eyes demanding. “Let me hear you, Emberline. I want to hear you fucking scream.”
Gabriel worked my cunt mercilessly, growling against my soaked pussy, shoulders braced beneath my legs, lifting me against his ravenous mouth.
I couldn’t do anything but take what they were giving me, Nico with his hand around my throat and his dirty words, and Gabriel with his tongue and fingers, sending sparks straight to my core.
Being restrained by someone as powerful as Nico… I didn’t think I’d enjoy being held down by two big, strong males, but godsdamn it, I loved this.
So much.
I was molten glass, soft and malleable.
They could shape me into anything they wanted.