Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Attempt to maintain more than one reputation and live to watch them devour one another.
ALISTAIR
“I’m not sure I understand.” I massage the shampoo into Celine’s hair, being especially careful to keep the suds away from her eyes.
“She called you a ‘nice young man,’” Celine says, repeating what is perhaps the least apt description I’ve heard of myself in three decades.
“Sweet young man,” Ciprian corrects her, pushing his way into the walk-in shower with Luca right behind him. “Which is somehow more absurd.”
I shake my head. “Is Sarah . . . disturbed?”
Ciprian snorts. “Sure, but not in the way you mean. Nothing gets by her. She was either fucking with us, or Sheena was incredibly kind in her description of you.”
I scoff. “That’s unlikely. And you told her we were dating?”
Ciprian’s cheeks turn red and he stares at his feet. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. They ambushed us—drunk off their asses—demanding answers. I was fucking scared.”
Celine gives me a look, and I roll my eyes. I’m not going to fuck this up. I’ve learned my lesson. Moving around her, I crowd Ciprian against the shower wall and bring my lips to his ear. “You claimed me to your mother?”
“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” He puffs his chest out, but it deflates one heartbeat later. “I know we should have talked about it first, but if you’re not comfortable being with me in the sunlight, you should tell me now because—”
I crash my lips against his. “Shut up,” I snap. “I’m not mad at you.”
Ciprian yanks his head back, but his gaze stays locked on my lips. “You don’t mind meeting my mom?”
I curl my fingers around his dick, enjoying the way his pupils expand. “You can line everyone in this compound up for me to meet, Ciprian. I’ll be happy to tell them who belongs to me.”
Luca’s hip brushes my bare ass as he steps around us, and I shudder. This shower is huge, but I’m not sure it’s big enough for what I have in mind. “What time is brunch?” I ask.
“T-ten,” Ciprian sputters.
“And what time is it now?”
“Eight-ish.”
“Shower quickly,” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder at Luca and Celine. “And get back in bed. All of you.”
Ciprian licks his lips. “You can’t boss us around.”
“I can and I will,” I say. “You’ll be going to brunch freshly fucked, Casanell. You can’t expect any other outcome after telling me you claimed me in front of your mother.”
I’m perfectly calm, but Ciprian looks at me like I’m crazy. I hand him the soap and raise my eyebrows. “Time is wasting.”
The shower evacuates in record time—five minutes tops—but it’s too long. I want them. I want us. And I’m uninterested in delays or excuses.
I’m hungry. Craving three unique flavors only they can satisfy. And there’s no need to hold back anymore. No more secrets stand between us. There are no more lies to maintain.
I lick my lips, surveying the endless curves and muscles on display. They’re mine to explore, and that’s only the beginning. I want to claim them. Forever. And it’s got nothing to do with the blood circle.
Luca drops Celine on the bed.
She arches her back, putting her tits on display. She’s confident. Too confident. I want her fingers spasming around the sheets, grasping desperately for something to anchor her to reality.
“Eat her,” I tell Ciprian.
He rolls his eyes at me, but crawls up the bed, the muscles in his back bunching and flexing as he bypasses her pussy to kiss her grinning mouth. “I would tell him to mind his own business, hot wings, except it’s a damn good idea.”
He reverses course, kissing his way down her body and paying special attention to the swell of her breasts and inner thighs.
Celine’s legs creep open, demanding more without once opening her mouth.
“Fuck brunch,” Ciprian groans. “I’d rather eat you all day.”
Celine gasps as his tongue darts out. “I’m sure your mom would think that’s a valid excuse.”
He props his chin on her thigh and scowls. “Let’s not bring her up again, okay?”
Celine yawns dramatically, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve got nothing better to think about.”
Ciprian can’t handle her goading. He should make her beg. Instead, he buries two fingers inside her and wraps his lips around her clit. Too easy. She didn’t even have to try.
Luca moves to join them, and I intercept him, shoving him down beside Celine. He glances between the two of them and me, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face.
“You look like you want to play games, Ali.” Luca wraps his fingers around his cock and rolls his thumb over his piercing. I track the movement, jealousy driving me to knock his hand away and replace it with my own.
“I touch you,” I growl. “You don’t touch yourself.”
Luca’s eyes flash yellow. “Or what?”
I drop my head and lick the tip of his leaking cock. “Or you don’t get to come.”
I want him to give in. Fuck, I need it. I won’t be satisfied unless all three of them are sprawled on the bed, too spent to get up. Before Luca can argue, I swallow him down, tracing the thick, pulsing vein on his cock with my tongue.
His fingers drop to my hair, the touch surprisingly gentle. I pull off his dick, wrap my fingers around it, and lick lower, rimming his ass.
Luca gasps. I go slowly, focusing on the sounds he makes as I explore him while jerking him off. I need him squirming beneath me, desperate and wild. He can yank my hair out by the roots if he wants, as long as he doesn’t leave me.
I slide one finger inside him, and he stiffens.
“Relax,” I murmur. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
And he does, rolling his head to the side to kiss Celine. “I-I can sense how turned on you are, baby,” he says. “How much you love what Ciprian is doing to you. It’s like a horny feedback loop, and it’s driving me crazy.”
His raspy voice caresses my ears. I shudder, grinding my hips against the edge of the mattress to get some much-needed friction. It’s not enough.
I groan his name; my voice laced with desperation. “I want to fuck you so badly. I swear to the gods, I won’t hurt you. Can I? Please?”
He pulls away from Celine’s lips and sucks in a ragged breath. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Desire runs down my spine, primal and hot.
Ciprian walks over to the bedside table, pulls a bottle of lube from the drawer, and tosses it to me.
“When did you get this?” I ask, wondering for one horrifying second if Sheena’s wishes are that all-inclusive.
Ciprian smirks. “I went shopping. You never know what you might need, except in this case, I was pretty sure we’d need it.”
I uncap the bottle and coat my fingers and cock, watching Luca watch me. His hazel eyes have been swallowed almost entirely by his pupils. I crawl up the bed and settle between his legs.
Luca grips my face with his hands. “Bite me while you’re inside me?”
A throbbing ache rolls through my fangs.
He grazes the sharp tips with his thumbs until blood beads on his skin.
Groaning, I suck one thumb into my mouth, then the other, and nod, letting the coppery taste coat my tongue.
Rich, warm, and perfect—I work two fingers into his ass, watching with satisfaction as he relaxes and sinks deeper into the mattress.
The lube is good, but I want more.
“Ciprian.”
He pulls his mouth from between Celine’s thighs, his black eyes wild with lust. His chin is soaked, and I can’t resist grabbing his face and using Celine’s arousal to coat my dick.
Smirking, Ciprian dips his fingers back inside her, then strokes me slowly until I’m slick. “Better?” he asks.
I grunt and nod. He drops his face to Luca’s knee and kisses it. “You look really hot.” He moves back between Celine’s legs, but she grabs him by the hair.
“Enough,” she says. “I want your cock now.”
His grin turns feral. “Oh, you’re going to get it, babe. As soon as Luca takes Ali’s.”
All three of us groan.
I can picture it now. Ciprian working his monster dick inside Celine’s tight pussy while I drive into Luca’s ass. The two of them are such a unit. It’s only fair they get fucked together, too.
I run the tip of my dick against Luca’s ass. He tenses beneath me. “None of that,” I whisper, stroking his thigh gently. “You’ve got to let me in.”
A bead of sweat drips from his hairline. The brown strands are messy and damp from the shower, and a muscle in his cheek flexes as he fights his instincts and tries to relax.
Luca isn’t naturally submissive. I know that, and I don’t want him to be anything he’s not. He can fuck me anywhere he wants—hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing the life out of me—as long as he lets me have him occasionally.
I push past the tight ring of muscle, then stop and let him adjust. “Are you okay?”
He nods, his mouth falling open as he gasps for air. With one hand braced on the bed and the other wrapped around his cock, I scatter kisses across his chest, his knee, and wherever else I can reach before pushing in a little further.
He groans. Celine whimpers, and both of us turn to look at her.
Ciprian has both hands under her ass, tilting her to the perfect angle as he works his cock inside.
Luca’s trembling hand leaves the sheets and crawls down Celine’s belly until he reaches her clit.
Desire boils low in my gut, and I lose my ability to go slowly.
Sinking my fangs into Luca’s outstretched arm, I bury myself all the way inside him.
After that, I lose track of what’s happening.
The feel, the taste, the fucking intimacy. It’s perfection.
Celine comes. Then she comes again. Eventually, I lose track of how many times she shudders beneath Ciprian. His breathing is raspy and fast; his face twisted with agonizing pleasure. And Luca is writhing beneath me, undecided on whether he wants to get away from me or get closer.
When Ciprian flips Celine onto her hands and knees, I know I won’t last much longer. The pleasure is too intense.
Celine wraps her lips around Luca’s cock, swallowing him to the hilt, and the sound he makes . . . I’ve never heard anything like it. Relief, desperation—I’m not sure. It’s part scream, part moan, and it wrecks me.
He clenches around me as he comes, and it’s more than I can take.
I lick my bite closed and lose myself inside him, my orgasm hitting me hard.
Through it all, Ciprian never loses his rhythm. He has one hand fisted in Celine’s hair, roughly tugging on the red strands. His other hand is curled protectively around her hip, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her skin as he fucks her hard enough to make her eyes roll back.
“Are you going to squirt for us, baby?” Luca asks. He’s boneless on the bed; his eyes glazed with pleasure. His hands are busy, though, playing with Celine’s nipples with the exact pressure she prefers.
I collapse between his spread knees, laying my cheek against his chest so I have a good view of Celine’s face. “Are you okay?” I ask him, kissing his throat. A flicker of nerves rolls through me. I had a good time, and I think he did too, but if I hurt Luca, I’ll be furious with myself.
“You wrecked me,” he murmurs.
I stiffen. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be, I wanted you to.” He pats my cheek. “Look at Celine . . .” I follow his order. Her pupils are huge, her pink nipples are hard, and her knees are planted firmly on the bed, giving her the leverage she needs to meet every single one of Ciprian’s thrusts with momentum of her own.
I groan. Luca nods. “Does she seem like she’s going to complain?”
I shake my head.
“But he’s hurting her,” Luca whispers. “A little bit every time he bottoms out. Even now, I bet she’s wondering how much more she can take.”
“All of it,” Celine gasps. “I can take it all.”
Luca grins. “Because Ciprian is the one who’s getting wrecked, not Celine.”
“She’s fucking perfect,” Ciprian moans, kissing along the bumps of her spine. “No one’s ever been able to take me like this.”
Celine grins, her whole body shaking as another orgasm rolls through her. She squirts, the pressure forcing his cock out and soaking his thighs. Ciprian groans, painting her ass and lower back with ropes of cum before collapsing into our sweaty, sticky pile.
I run my tongue over the tips of my fangs and smile.
We’ll need to shower again before breakfast, but I don’t care about that right now. I’m too content. Maybe for the first time in my life reality is better than anything I could imagine. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no one takes it from me.