Page 214 of Shadowblood Souls
Unexpected tears flood my eyes. I clasp Andreas’s fingers with one hand and hold the other out to Dominic to beckon him over.
Andreas stands with a relaxed posture as Dom comes to join us. I grip Drey’s hand and tease my fingers down Dominic’s lean chest.
“This is my party, right? I want to dance with both of you.”
Dominic lets out a soft chuckle and sets a hand on my hip.
Andreas grins down at me, his eyes gleaming with affection. “What you want, you get, Tink.”
Club music would work better for this kind of collaboration, but we can make it work.
I close my eyes and tune into the subtle rhythm beneath the melody. Sway my body from side to side with the dips and swells.
As I revolve between them, the guys follow my lead, turning with me.
Dom trails both his hands up my sides to my ribs and then down to my thighs. He leans in to press a kiss to my shoulder from behind.
Andreas shimmies a little one way and then the other, always staying in front of me. His thumb strokes over my knuckles while his other hand slips around the back of my neck.
I’m caught between the two of them, but I don’t feel remotely trapped. They’re the fuel to my fire, and feeding on both of them makes it burn even brighter.
I don’t give a shit that the other two guys are watching. They picked their own paths away from me.
And if the shadowkind are peering at us from the shadows—let them stare if they want to.
I tip my head back against Dominic’s chest and feel the faint hitch of his breath. His groin brushes my ass with a hardness that sends my hunger spiking higher.
There are some things I don’t want an audience for. Things I want to share with just the two men who’ve marked me—and who’ve welcomed my mark in turn.
I caress the line of Dom’s jaw and then reach to grasp the few coils that have swung free at the sides of Andreas’s face. “I love the party you made for me, but I think I’d like to move on to a different kind of celebration.”
Drey’s voice comes out in a low rasp. “What did you have in mind?”
I draw his face closer to mine and speak so only he and Dominic can hear me. “Take me to my bedroom.”
“Fuck,” Dom mutters, and buries his face in the crook of my neck. The nip of his teeth against the sensitive skin there brings a gasp to my lips.
Andreas’s gaze sears into mine as if he’s searching for any fragment of doubt there. When he doesn’t find it, he pulls me by the hand toward the doorway.
“I think the other guys will figure out the party’s over.”
A momentary twinge passes through me at the thought of Zian—but he didn’t even want todancewith me. He doesn’t owe me anything, but surely I don’t owe him anything either?
And Jacob can go suck rocks.
I’m barely aware of the walk back to my room. My feet might as well be gliding over the carpet, and every inch of skin is thrumming with anticipation.
With the eagerness to immerse myself in the men I’ve branded as my own.
We duck into my bedroom, and I slip off my shoes instinctively at the edge of the bed. Then doubt coils around me.
What am I doing? I was already out of my depth hooking up with just one guy.
Andreas hesitates with a trace of his own uncertainty, but Dominic turns me toward him and seeks out a kiss. My body melts against his.
I know him. I know how we work together, with no past pain tarnishing what we’ve made together.
I push at the lapels of his jacket, pulling my lips from his just long enough to demand, “Off.”
