Chapter 60 #2
I added another finger, then pressed my thumb against her clit, as I slowly worked my fingers in and out while rubbing my thumb in slow circles over her hardened nub.
Her hips rocked into my touch, faster and faster, and I increased the pace, loving the way she moaned into my throat, fingernails digging into the back of my neck and my chest, deep enough to draw blood.
Emberline licked the bite on my throat closed, then pressed a long, lingering kiss over the spot. Gods. I wanted her at my throat forever, wanted her to be mine forever.
“You’re so fucking wet, bella, so fucking hot. Now, come for me like a good little girl.”
She moaned out my name, convulsing madly around my fingers, hips grinding down hard, body bucking and bucking as she trembled in my arms. Her face was beautiful as she fell apart, her dewy, citrusy scent swamping me, her body melting like honey around my plunging fingers as I stroked and rubbed, drawing out her pleasure until she went limp.
I carefully laid her down between my brother and me, arranging her so she’d be comfortable.
“Gods, that was… oh.”
Emberline bit her lips as I lifted my fingers to my mouth and lazily licked them clean, working my tongue between every single one with delicate precision as her eyes slid half-closed, her breathing picked up.
“What do you need, bella?” I leaned closer, pressed my mouth to hers, and let our tongues tangle together until my cock was hot and eager, stiff enough to hurt.
“I need to feel you inside me, Gabriel.” She wove her fingers through my hair, then reached over and stroked Dante’s face. “You and my husband. Let’s remind ourselves that they didn’t win today. Then… when Nico’s back, I can sleep… once I know we’re all safe.”
“Whatever my wife wants,”—Dante rolled her onto her back—“my wife gets.” He dropped his head and suckled her breast, her eyes falling to half-mast again, her body arching up into his mouth, legs falling apart.
I crawled over her, lined myself up with her pink, wet pussy, and pushed inside. She was so fucking perfect, so fucking tight, swallowing my entire length up as I sank inside her, taking her deeper until our hips were flush.
“We are safe, angel.” I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, fully seated and wanting to stay like this, just to look at her. “And when this is over, we’ll build a place just like this for ourselves.”
I was well aware of my asshole brother watching us, but instead of snorting or making some smart-ass comment, his eyes were bright, as if this stunned, aching feeling inside me was one he shared, too. As though all these years, we’d both been searching for the same thing.
For this female to carve her name into our beating hearts.
“I’m not going to last long, bella,” I warned, my cock already throbbing for release, balls drawing up from the mind-blowing pleasure of just being inside her.
Then I dropped my head, and thrust again, and again, lost in the slippery slide of hungry flesh, the way her core clenched like a vise around my stiffness when she came a second time, how her hips surged up to meet mine.
Then I was spilling, spilling everything I had into her, and I wanted this to go on forever, too, for this to never end.
Not the good, not even the bad… I wanted us to last until the end of time.
I shifted my weight off her, trying to catch my breath, covered in sweat and her juices, and I’d never been happier.
“Come here, wife,” Dante growled, rolling her beneath him and sinking his teeth into her throat, listening to her moan out his name as I held her hand, watching him make love to her, slow and gentle, stopping to stroke her face, to tell her how beautiful she was, my heart hammering.
This was our future.
All of us devoted to each other in ways only we could understand.
A bond unbreakable by anything except death, and now, with Nico… who knows, even that might be off the table.
One more orgasm for our princess and we put her to bed between us, spreading the silken sheets over her, making sure she had the softest pillows and plenty of room. I took one more long look around the room and dropped my head beside hers, my eyes slipping shut.
My brother and I jerked awake the second the door slammed open, those floating globes coming to life as Nico stalked heavily across the rug over to the bed.
“Do not fucking wake her up,” I hissed, pressing my hand over Emberline’s eyes to block the light. “Or I swear to the gods, I will kick your fucking ass.”
“It’s not my fault every fucking magical lamp came on as soon as I stepped into the room. And I see you two didn’t wait for me,” he complained, dropping one boot noisily to the floor, then the next. “Rude, but understandable.”
“Did you get the job done?” I asked softly. “Sink it in the middle of the lagoon where they’ll never find it?”
“Well,”—Nico reached up and scratched the back of his neck—“not exactly.”
“What the fuck do you mean, not exactly?” Dante growled, pinning his fiery glare on Nico. “Where did you put the boat?”
“So… I was about to sink it out in the middle of nowhere, somewhere nobody would ever find it, and then I thought… where’s the fun in that?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Where, dare I ask, did you leave the godsdamned boat, Nico?”
“Right in front of the DiRavello palazzo. I hid inside my shadows on the way in, then parked that fucking thing right outside his house. And as soon as Giovanni opens his front door tomorrow…” He threw up his hands, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Surprise.”