Page 175 of Their Reckless Thief
Dorian was in front of me now, his hands running up my sides, teasing the fabric of my dress. His silver eyes glinted as heleaned in, his breath hot against my cheek. “You like being the center of attention, don’t you?”
“I think you like making me the center of attention,” I countered, smirking as I tilted my head back, letting my hair fall loose around my shoulders.
The four of us moved together, our bodies pressed close. Hands wandered, teasing touches that set my skin on fire. Vincenzo’s lips brushed my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my ear. Dorian’s hands slid lower, guiding my hips as I ground against him. Luca’s breath was hot against my neck, his grip firm and commanding as he steadied me.
I felt their desire, and it ignited something primal in me. I turned, pulling Vincenzo into a kiss. He growled low in his throat, his hand tangling in my hair. When I broke away, Dorian was there, his lips claiming mine with a slow, deliberate passion that left me dizzy.
And then Luca. He didn’t kiss me often, but when he did, it was all-consuming. His lips were soft yet firm, his touch both tender and unyielding. He kissed me like he needed it, like I was the air he needed to breathe, and I melted into him.
“Take us home,” I whispered against Luca’s lips, my voice trembling with need. “Now.”
His eyes darkened, and I felt the shift in his magic, the cool press of shadows enveloping us. The nightclub disappeared, the sounds fading into silence as the world bent and twisted around us.
The world shifted as Luca veilstepped us back to Vincenzo’s mansion, the rush of his power brushing against my skin like a cold whisper. The warmth of the grand entrance hall enveloped us almost instantly, but the fire between us blazed far hotter than anything the house could offer. My heels clicked against the marble floor, and before I could steady myself, Vincenzo’s handswere already on me, pulling me close, his lips finding the curve of my neck.
I barely noticed Luca stepping away, the shadows wavering at the edges of my vision as Vincenzo’s mouth claimed mine, his kiss commanding and filled with triumph. Behind me, Dorian pressed up against my back, his hands roving over my hips as his lips grazed my shoulder. His touch was teasing, leaving trails of heat that made my skin ache for more.
“Can’t even make it through the door,” I murmured, my voice shaky but laced with amusement.
“Blame yourself,” Dorian whispered against my ear, his tongue flicking at the lobe. “You’re irresistible.”
Fabric whispered to the floor as fingers worked quickly to shed layers. My dress slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in only my lingerie. Luca’s gaze met mine from where he stood, heat smoldering in his eyes. He didn’t move—not yet—but the air between us vibrated.
“I need you now,” Vincenzo growled, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly as my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me toward the den, his mouth never leaving mine.
The plush rug by the fireplace caught my back as he lowered me onto it, the heat from the flames licking my exposed skin. Vincenzo hovered over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his dark eyes devouring me. Dorian knelt beside us, fingers slipping beneath the straps of my bra, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my collarbone.
And then Luca stepped forward, his shadows curling around him like restless predators. He knelt at my feet, hands ghosting up my calves, his touch firm yet reverent. When his lips brushed the inside of my knee, I gasped, the sound muffled against Vincenzo’s chest.
“You’re torturing me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
“No,” Luca murmured, his voice like silk. “I’m savoring you.”
Vincenzo lay next to me, draping my leg over his hip as Luca’s hands slid higher, parting my thighs as his mouth followed, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I whimpered, my hips bucking slightly as his tongue found its mark, his lips sealing over me with deliberate precision. His tongue swirled and stroked with a rhythm that made my head spin.
Dorian’s hands slid behind me, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. He pulled it away, baring me completely to their hungry gazes. His mouth replaced his hands, his tongue circling one nipple before drawing it into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His hand found my other breast, kneading gently as he lavished me with attention.
Vincenzo tilted my chin up and caught my mouth in a kiss so deep it left me breathless. His hand slid down my body, his fingers slipping between my folds, stroking me in time with Luca’s movements. The combination was almost too much, and I arched off the rug as they worked me together, their touches synchronized as though they’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times.
“Beautiful,” Vincenzo murmured against my lips, his fingers curling inside me, drawing a moan from deep within my throat.
I reached for him, tugging at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He chuckled but didn’t stop me, helping me push the fabric from his shoulders as he removed his fingers from me. His chest was cool and solid beneath my hands, his muscles flexing as he leaned down to kiss me again.
Dorian’s lips trailed lower until they joined Luca’s. My head fell back, a cry escaping me as they both focused on pleasuring me, their tongues working in tandem, one circling while theother fucked me with his tongue. My hands fisted in the rug, and I trembled as they pushed me closer to the edge.
“Let go,” Luca whispered, his voice vibrating against me. “Let us take you there.”
And I did. The climax hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and boneless beneath them. They didn’t stop, their hands and mouths coaxing every last tremor from my body until I was a quivering mess.
When I finally opened my eyes, they were watching me, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and lust.
“I need more,” I whispered, my voice trembling with raw need as I pushed myself up, my eyes locking on Vincenzo. He didn’t hesitate. His lips claimed mine, rough and demanding, as if he could pour all his desire into me in that kiss alone. My hands roamed over his taut body, memorizing the ridges of his muscles. With practiced ease, I unbuckled his belt, the metallic click echoing in the room. He groaned into my mouth, his fingers threading through my hair as I worshipped every inch of him, giving back what they had so thoroughly taken from me.
Pushing him onto his back, I straddled him. Slowly, deliberately, I sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me. The stretch was exquisite, leaving me gasping for air. Vincenzo gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to move.
“Fuck, Celeste. You’re so wet for us,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Behind me, Dorian stepped closer, his hand threading through my hair as he tilted my head back to meet his gaze. His lips curved into a wicked smile before he unzipped his pants, releasing his cock. I grasped it firmly, pulling him closer until I could take him into my mouth. I let him set the rhythm, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as he thrust deeper.
