Page 2 of Captured in Love
An air hostess walks down the center aisle, picking up any trash we have left and reminding passengers to straighten their seats before landing. I’m still new to this two-guy thing, so I pull back a little, then glance at Levi who still has hold of my hand. He gives me a wicked, dark grin that does funny things to my insides.
“We can make sure no one sees,” he mutters.
I swallow thickly. “Sees what?”
Raphaël’s strong hand lands on my knee. “How beautiful you are when you come.”
“What?” My voice comes out as a whisper-shriek. “We’re on a plane!”
“Mhm, and we won’t have much time for this later,” Levi says. “So make sure you’re really, really quiet.”
He kisses me, and fire ignites inside me. His clean scent invades my senses, so familiar, but this isn’t the Levi I used to know. In all his previous relationships, he’d seemed distant and cool with his girlfriend at the time, but now he’s completely focused on me, and when he breaks the kiss and looks down, he’s breathing hard, his tan cheeks flushed. He takes one look at me, groans, and hauls me in for another kiss, his fingers tightening around my braid and tugging just slightly. I gasp into his mouth—the small twinge of pain is like gasoline to the flames.
Then Raphaël’s hand moves up my thigh, his fingers tracking the inner seam of my jeans.
“Shame you didn’t wear a skirt,” he murmurs from beside me.
The flight attendant draws closer with her cart. Over the white noise of the plane’s engines, her voice floats down the aisle as she chats with another passenger.
I instinctively try to close my thighs, but Raphaël taps my leg and waits. I pull away from Levi to glance at him. His dark-brown eyes are hooded, his gaze intent. He doesn’t say a thing, though, just waits me out. And I cave. I move my knees farther apart because I want this. I want every experience I can get while we’re here, together. I have no clue what’s going to happen after this competition is over—or if we’ll even survive it—so this moment is all we have.
Raphaël mutters something in French that I don’t quite understand, but the approving tone is clear, and his rumbling, deep voice soothes my nerves. His fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and he presses down right over my clit. The jolt of sensation shoots through me, and I squirm.
“Shh,” Levi says. “Quiet, remember?”
He bends down and pulls his hoodie from his backpack. He drapes it over my lap in a way that almost looks casual—at least I hope so. A passenger shuffles down the aisle toward the bathrooms, and I hold my breath, wondering if he’ll notice my flushed face and Raphaël’s hand between my legs.
He doesn’t. Humans are oblivious. They very rarely notice the magical world, and they certainly don’t care about us. This realization has me relaxing back. I haul in a deep breath, then unclip my seat belt and pop the button on my pants.
“Good,” Raphaël whispers next to me. “Levi, take over.”
I glance up at him in surprise, then bite the inside of my cheek. Levi obeys his order without question and slips his fingers inside my panties under the cover of the sweatshirt. My hips jerk forward the moment he touches my slick clit.
“Nora,” Levi groans. “You’re killing me.”
Raphaël chuckles, then takes my hand and presses a kiss to the thin, pale skin on the inside of my wrist. “Shh,” he says. Then he blinks, and his eyes glaze over, turning completely black. Sharp fangs descend, glistening with vampire venom. He meets my gaze for a split second, then nicks the bluish vein in my wrist with one pointed tip of his fang.
Euphoria rushes through me, stronger than any drug. Levi turns my chin to him and kisses me, swallowing my moan of pleasure just in time. He flicks his fingers faster over my clit, the touch almost rough, and I kiss him back with all I have as Raphaël closes his lips over the puncture wound and sucks my blood.
Levi breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “The cart’s only four seats away, Nora.”
I jerk in their arms, alarm mixing with arousal into a heady cocktail that has my heart beating overtime. The throb of my vein corresponds with the pulsing in my empty, aching core, and if Raphaël wasn’t holding my hand firmly, if Levi wasn’t clutching my neck, I’d climb into one of their laps for more than just a quick hand job, propriety be damned. My need grows, and I barely stifle another moan. I want Levi’s thick cock buried deep inside me while Raphaël…
I come, gritting my teeth against the waves of sensation crashing over me. I bury my face in Levi’s neck as he and Raphaël take me through my climax. My body tenses up, and the fire scalds my veins, my nerves. Then I relax completely, slumping boneless against my seat.
“Fuck, Nora,” Raphaël gasps.
Levi’s hold on me tightens, and I look up at him. The strain in his face, his clenched jaw and burning gaze, takes my breath away.
“Levi…” I whisper.
He kisses me again, a wordless claiming that speaks so loudly, I can’t fail to understand—he wants me, badly, and I’m not sure he even cares that we’re still stuck in this plane.
Then he withdraws and motions for me to straighten my clothes. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear in a gesture so tender, my heart melts completely.
A second later, the tightly packed cart rolls into view, and the air hostess asks us to stow our backpacks under our seats. My cheeks flame with heat, and I’m absolutely certain we’re about to get caught—how could anyone not see what my men did to me?—but the woman just offers us another polite smile and moves on to talk to the passengers in the row ahead of us.
“Oh gods,” I whisper, scrubbing my face with my hands. “That was close.”
