Page 57 of Tempted to Rebel

Which is why being late tonight is something I’ll never forgive myself for. The moment I walked through the front door, I knew that I’d fucked up. Rebel shoved me into the wall and should have done much worse. I wasn’t here when I should have been, and Celia wrapped herself in her pain for much longer than should have been possible.

This isn’t my first fuck-up, but itwillbe my last.

Swallowing my pride isn’t something I’m experienced with, but I’ll do whatever it takes to earn Celia’s heart. I kiss her shoulder and watch the sunrise drift lazily through the curtains, painting her in an ethereal pink glow. Her mouth twitches in her sleep, and it takes all of my willpower not to slant my lips over hers and kiss her awake.

She laid awake for hours after we all climbed into the bed with her last night. I won’t be the reason she’s restless and tired throughout the day. She needs rest to heal her aching heart.

Rebel, on the other hand, has other ideas. He props up onto an elbow and studies her face, his gaze wandering lower as the sunlight plays across her body.

“Don’t,” I warn.

He frowns. “She needs a pick-me-up. What better way than morning sex?”

“She willnotwant to have sex right now.”

Rolling his eyes at me, he brushes his knuckles across her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak. “The best way for her to move on is for us to remind her of what’s waiting right aroundthe corner. Not just the sex, but theafter.And that only comesfromhaving sex.”

He blows air across her chest, smiling at the goosebumps trailing down her arms. “She’s always so responsive.” Chuckling, he kisses her collarbone. “Even in her sleep.” Within seconds, he’s gently licking and sucking her tit and palming her waist. Her back arches and her eyelashes flutter.

Fuck.

I willnotbe outdone by this fucking asshole.

“Fine,” I hiss, slipping the blankets over Celia’s hips, “but when she wakes up and starts crying again, you better stay to help her work through them.”

Rebel hums in the back of his throat as he plucks her nipple between his lips, quickly moving to kiss the other peak while palming the abandoned one.

Shifting my weight lower on the bed, I gently spread Celia’s thighs wider. She’s wearing panties which is annoying, but it’s easy enough to slide them?—

A sharp blade appears beside my face, and with a flick of his wrist, Ruin cuts the fabric away to grant me access. He plants his hand behind her knee and lifts, tilting her hips up toward my mouth. “Tell me how she tastes,” he rumbles, hovering closer than I’d like.

“Taste her yourself,” Rebel mutters, clapping a hand on Ruin’s shoulder. “Rage, move, let him eat her out.”

“No.” I glare at the both of them. Fucking meddlers. “This ismymorning ritual. Get your own.”

She’s glistening down there when I spread her perfect lips.Fuck.It really has been too long since I tasted her. With a growl, I dive in, licking a long, wet stripe up her tight channel. Celia keens, her back arching far enough that her hips lift off the bed. I reach beneath her thighs and grab her hips, pulling her pussyonto my mouth. Closing my eyes, I bury my tongue in her sweet cunt and devour her one mouthwatering lick at a time.

“Here,” Rebel murmurs, “you suck this tit while I suck on the other.”

Great, now he’s coaching our little brother on how to please a woman.

Actually, that might not be a bad idea.

I lift my gaze to the scene above me and my dick jumps to attention. Celia’s eyes are barely open, but she’s got the mostfuck-melook on her face that I’ve ever seen. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. One nipple in Rebel’s mouth while Ruin pinches the other between his knuckles. That’s not quite what Rebel meant, but it’s enough for Celia to cream all over my face.Fuck, she’s dripping.

My fingers slip right inside her molten core, and within seconds of rubbing her G-spot, she’s riding my face in earnest.

“O-oh, ohgod,ohmygod, Rage!”

That’s fucking right, you’re gonna moan my name.Mine.

“Does that feel good, baby?Mmm, fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I could do without Rebel’s voice in my head right now, though. Thankfully, Celia’s moans drown out whatever filth he’s muttering in her ear, because she gets louder and louder andlouder, her moans pitching higher the closer she gets to coming.

“You’re gonna come all over his face, aren’t you, pretty girl? I can hear how wet you are. Can you hear it, baby?”

She pinches her bottom lip between her teeth and nods frantically, coating my hand in her desire. It drips down my wrist and onto the sheets. Which means she might actually?—

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