Page 75 of Immortal Sins
Flynn's lids flutter shut, and he presses his forehead to mine. “I have a bad feeling about this deal you made. Tomorrow’s too soon. Darkwood will try to screw us over. You can’t gamble with your life like that.”
The protective edge of his voice trembles inside my heart. “Shush. It’s a party.”
“I don’t—”
I press one finger to his mouth, the move straight out of Cole’s playbook.
With a sigh, Flynn grips my wrist and kisses my knuckles with his eyes cast down. His hands shake. I didn’t believe Cole when he said that Flynn was falling for me. I believe it now.
He’s notstuckwith me.
Overcome by the realization, I plant a tentative kiss on Flynn’s lips, and he stumbles. The bully who couldn’t stop yapping about courtesans and threesomesstumbles.
Doubts and champagne linger on his breath before he moans against my mouth, his kiss desperate and rash. With a steel grip on my hips, Flynn crushes me to him like he wants to fuse our bodies into one.
The forbidden Fae…the bully who led me here and offered me an apple. I might just take a bite out of him.
Cole lunges to his feet.
Flynn presses a hand to his mouth and skirts away from me. “You both know where I stand. I’ll leave you two to untangle this—”
“Stay.” I lace our fingers.
Flynn looks from me to Cole and back to our joined hands.
“Is that really what you want, Fire Girl?” Cole stalks closer, Flynn stuck between us.
Isthat really what I want? Am I doing this for show? For revenge? I don’t think so. Ever since Melanie planted the idea of Cole and Flynn in my head, I’ve thought about it. Even dreamed about it once or twice—dreams that always left me gasping for breath. The Solstice presents an opportunity to dip my toes in Fae waters. I have to leave tomorrow...life’s too short.
“Absolutely.”
“I’m game.” Cole throws an arm around Flynn from behind and kisses his neck, gauging my reaction. My heart pulses in my throat, but whatever Cole sees pleases him, because the most devious smile stretches his full lips.
“Fuck.” Shallow breaths rock Flynn’s body.
Cole unbuttons the top of his black jacket with his free hand, one arm still wrapped lazily around Flynn, and whisks us away to the adjoining room. I unfasten Flynn’s jacket and peel the fabric off him.
Cole slams the door behind us, shielding us from the music completely.
The prince quickly shrugs his jacket off, and I’m left standing in front of two toned, muscular, half-naked Fae. Identical symbols lick their collarbones and descend to the top of their defined abs, and I press my trembling hands on their chests.
Their heat softens my knees, and I swallow hard. Wild heartbeats echo through my temples.
I kiss Flynn again, hard enough to bruise him, acutely aware that Cole is right beside him. The knot at the back of my neck loosens, and I’m not sure which one of them untied it.
Cole caresses the back of my ear. “You want to see us fuck, don’t you?”
Flynn and I both respond at the same time, “Yes.”
The prince’s eyes gleam with mischief. Was he talking to Flynn? I guess it doesn’t matter.
“You heard her,” Cole whispers against his friend’s neck. “Kneel, Verinos.”
Flynn falls to his knees between us. I shrug off the bolero. Flames scatter between my legs as Cole unlaces the dress’ corset. Flynn reaches under the skirt of my dress and drags down my underwear. The scrape of his nails along my bare thighs untangles the knot in my throat.
My breasts are full and sensitive, and Cole tests their weight in turn. Fire sparks along my ribs, the heat so intense, I close my eyes for a moment. The dress shimmies off my body, and I step out of it.
Flynn turns his attention to Cole. He quickly works the prince’s pants open and yanks them down.
