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My body tingled as if I’d been struck by lightning and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that for me, Dante, Kage, and yes, even Ty, something had irrevocably changed between us. Quickly, Kage wrapped me in Ty’s jacket, and tugged me close. Dante abruptly turned and walked away just before Kage’s mouth met mine in a crushing kiss.

Chapter 51

Dante

In the shadows near the delivery ramp of the hotel, I hunched over, fingers trembling as I fumbled with the cigarette and lighter I’d bummed off one of the hotel staff after I left the poker game. The damn lighter refused to light the first few tries, but eventually it flamed, and I inhaled deeply. The nicotine scorched my lungs, instantly soothing the chaotic thoughts in my head.

I’d mostly quit smoking but goddammit, I'm no saint. Moments like these, when the craving hits, I’m just a guy with his vices.

Leaning against the cold wall, I exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air as memories of a completely naked Camille, body shaking but her chin held high, flashed through my mind. Fuck, the image was burned into my retinas and I’d never forget it—her vulnerability mixed with such strength and defiance.

I’d wanted to fall on her like a fucking savage. Claim her and lose myself in her body. But I had to stay the hell away from her. That visit from Tommy and Fury had been a wakeup call—I couldn't risk exposing her to my world. And the fact that Ialready had, that Tommy and Fury had laid their fucking eyes on her, made me want to rip them apart.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I took another drag from the cigarette, the irony not lost on me. All the books I’d read, all the meditations I’d committed to memory, and all I wanted was to give in to the basest of my desires. To hit and kick, rip and slice, smash and obliterate anyone who would keep me from Camille. But there were too many of them. The devils I danced with crawled out of the woodwork every damn day, and that included my own fucked up agenda.

Suddenly, I heard the purr of an engine. I glanced up to see a sleek Lamborghini pull into the delivery driveway. The driver, a big guy with dark hair dressed in a suit stepped out and walked around the corner of the building. Almost immediately, the back door that led into a maintenance area, the same one I’d crashed through earlier, slammed open. Kage stepped out carrying Camille, her body clad only in Ty's jacket, her dress clutched in her hands. Their lips locked in a fervent kiss, oblivious to the world around them. He pressed her against the outer wall, his hands roaming her body with a possessive urgency.

I stamped out my cigarette and told myself to walk away but I didn’t.

Unable to tear my eyes away from them, I watched as Kage ripped his mouth from Camille’s. “I’m going to eat you out right here and you’re going to let me.”

Face flushed, Camille’s eyes darted around and I held my breath, wondering if she’d spot me but she didn’t. “What if someone…sees us?” I heard the nerves but also the excitement in her voice. Shit, she got off on the idea.

Kage obviously knew it, too, because he carried her to the Lambo and set her down on the hood. “Then they’ll see us. I don’t give a shit and as soon as I get my mouth on you, neither will you. Lay back.” To encourage her, he gripped her shoulderand gently pushed. Instead of fighting him, Camille whimpered and allowed him not only to lower her down but to maneuver her body, spreading her out like a gourmet feast with Ty’s jacket still on her but falling so it exposed every part of her body except her arms.

Get the fuck out of here. She wouldn’t want you to see this.Youdon’t want to see this.But even as I had the thoughts, I knew I was lying to myself.

Grasping one of her ankles, Kage lifted her leg and bent it back and out. Then the fucker turned and looked straight at me. The bastard knew I was here. He grinned at me before turning back to Camille. “When I have my tongue buried inside you, Rebel, I want you to look behind me and own your fucking power. Because forget you being a comet. You’re the fucking sun and we’re all caught in your orbit. Me. Ty. And Dante.”

Camille frowned and lifted herself up on her elbows. She looked around and to make it easier for her, I stepped out of the shadows. She immediately gasped. “Kage, stop!” But Kage ignored her and buried his face between Camille’s thighs.

Camille cried out and clawed at the hood of the car. She fell back, her head hitting the hood with a soft thunk, but Kage tugged her around in such a way that she could still see me and I had a direct view of what he was doing to her.

My stomach tightened as my cock grew rock hard.

Camille’s eyes hooded as Kage groaned and ate her out. Her fingers tangled in his hair even as she kept her hot gaze on mine. "Yes," she gasped. "Please, Kage..."

Kage looked up at her. "Dirty girl... you love knowing he’s watching, don't you?”

She shook her head. “He doesn’t want me.”

“No?” Kage turned his head to look at me. “I don’t believe that for a second. So show her, Dante. Show her how much you fucking want her.”

After issuing that challenge, Kage’s tongue swirled around Camille’s clit, driving her wild. I ran my hand over the bulge in my jeans, wishing I could resist Kage’s challenge—resist the sight of Camille. But I was lost the second I met her.

Her hips arched off the Lambo and Camille cried out again as Kage worked her, adding his fingers to the mix. The sounds coming from her mouth turned animalistic, primal as she called out to Kage in husky tones. Then she said my name. Just my name.

Fuck it.

I undid my slacks and pulled my stiff cock free.

"That's fucking right, Rebel," Kage growled. "Me. Dante. We both know how hungry you get and we both love it.”

Camille spread her legs wider for him and I started to beat off. When she cried out, “Yes! Oh, yes! Don't stop!" I knew she was talking to both of us.

As Kage expertly manipulated her body, Camille massaged her tits and tugged at her nipples, and I imagined they were my hands on her, my tongue fucking her pussy. God, I’d barely touched myself and was already close.

As I stroked faster, pumping my hard cock, Camille’s gaze raked up and down my body. She kept her eyes locked on mine as Jacob finger-fucked her and ate at her pussy like he was starving and she was his last meal. My skin prickled, feeling too tight for my body and my balls swelled. I fought off my orgasm, wanting to wait until the moment she reached her release.

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