Chapter 22 #2
“Can I?” Alistair gestures at us, hopelessly awkward and so unlike himself that I can’t help smiling. Watching Ciprian hold a grudge while fighting his attraction to Alistair is peak entertainment. The two of them are fire and gasoline.
“Ask nicely,” Ciprian says.
A muscle in Alistair’s jaw ticks. “Please let me join you.”
Ciprian shrugs. “Sure.”
Alistair crawls to us. I lick my lips as he grabs the base of my shirt and tugs it off. After a moment of hesitation, he yanks Ciprian’s shirt off too. His hands fall away from him as soon as the fabric drops to the bed, but not before I see goosebumps spreading along Ciprian’s ribs.
Celine and Malach knock the table over, which is impressive, considering it was bolted to the floor. It slides against the wall; splintered legs pointed toward the ceiling. Stubborn and competitive is a hell of a combination, and the two of them have an endless supply of both.
Alistair kisses my neck, and Ciprian roughly claims my mouth. Attention, he hates sharing it. With Ali, it’s an even more sensitive subject. Fangs scrape my throat, almost but not quite breaking the skin, and Alistair’s black hair grazes Ciprian’s chin.
I’m burning up.
They’re ridiculously sexy.
But I need more. “Are you going to bite me, Ali?”
He pulls my free hand to his mouth, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin on the inside of my forearm. “Do you want me to?”
“Fuck yeah.” I gasp as Ciprian twists his hand.
“Beg him for it,” Ciprian says to me.
I’m not a submissive guy, but he sounds half-ruined, and I’m obsessed with sending him the rest of the way. I want Ciprian to think about this moment every time he closes his eyes. When he touches himself ten years from now, I want him to imagine my cock sliding against his.
“Please,” I say, blood rushing to my face. “I need you to make me come so hard I forget where the fuck we are.”
I expect him to bite my wrist or neck, but Alistair surprises me when he drops to his belly, braces himself on his elbows, and kisses the vee of my lower stomach.
I wait for the taste of pain, but Alistair isn’t in a hurry.
He trails kisses all over my pelvis, the longer strands of his hair grazing mine and Ciprian’s hands.
My breath catches. Anticipation rolls through me until I’m twitching between them.
Only when I think I’m going to lose my mind, does Alistair put me out of my misery.
His fangs pierce my belly, an inch or two from my left hip.
My grip on Ciprian’s hair turns brutal, and I whimper—making a sound I’m not sure I’ve ever made before.
Alistair holds my hips in place, his long fingers keeping me exactly where he wants me.
His lips on my skin, the lick of pain, and the rasp of his stubble .
. . it’s too much. I’m dragged to the edge in seconds.
“Yes,” I groan, dropping my forehead to Ciprian’s and panting loudly. “That’s amazing, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Neither of them do.
Ciprian starts thrusting, and the friction is perfect. He watches me intently, sharing my air as Alistair’s bite drags me to the floaty, desperate place that’s too good to describe.
I come with a gasp, shooting ropes of cum onto Ciprian’s belly.
Alistair’s thumbs stroke my hipbones. When he pulls his fangs free and licks the puncture wounds closed, a full body shiver rocks me. I slump back on my heels. “Holy fuck.”
Ciprian smiles at me, then glances at Alistair. “Do you need more?” His voice is a raspy, sexy rumble. I freeze, afraid to move and ruin the moment.
Alistair blinks. “Have you forgiven me?”
Ciprian shakes his head.
“Then no.” His eyes drop to Ciprian’s hard cock. “May I?”
When Ciprian nods slowly, I feel a flicker of hope. He may not have forgiven Alistair yet, but this is progress. Huge progress.
Alistair doesn’t hesitate. He drags his nose over Ciprian’s belly and licks up every drop of my cum.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Why is that hot?”
Alistair grins. “You taste good.” He sucks Ciprian’s cock into his mouth, wrapping his hand around the part that won’t fit. Ciprian doesn’t look down. He stares at me first, then over his shoulder where Celine and Malach are halfheartedly grappling while they watch.
He’s pretending Alistair is only a mouth, and I can’t let that happen. Shuffling to Ciprian’s side, I bring my lips to his ear. “Look at him,” I say. “Laying on his belly sucking you off.”
Ciprian shivers and glances down.
I nip his earlobe. “He’s sorry. Look how sorry he is.” Déjà vu rolls through me. I’ve been in this position before. A different realm. A different apology. Alistair is the common factor, though. He’s a glutton for punishment, but he’s getting better. I know he is.
Ciprian rolls his eyes. “You’re obvious, Luca.”
“I know.” I grin. “But look how good he looks choking on your big dick.”
Alistair growls, and it breaks Ciprian’s control. He grips Ali’s hair with both hands and thrusts wildly into his mouth before coming down his throat with a shout.
I sink back against the pillows, my head swimming. “Who won?” I ask.
“Me,” Celine and Malach shout in unison.
There’s a beat of silence. It hangs over the cabin like a cloud, then we all break, laughing hysterically as if we aren’t hostages in a foreign realm. Gods, we’re really losing it.