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I fight off the flush that tries to creep up my cheeks. I refuse to turn into a babbling mess. I’ve had plenty of “no strings attached” nights before—this will be no different.
“Kiss me” is my answer.
Chapter seventeen
Remiel
Maybethisiswrongand stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. But I am, and I can’t find anything wrong with it while Greer’s lips are pressed against mine. I know that Sam has a different opinion, but Kai? I know he won’t be able to stay away when he feels the shift in my energy along with Greer’s. The question will be if she’ll let him join or if he will watch as she did last night.
Her warm hand slides up the material of my sweater, gripping it when I nip at her lips, seeking entrance.
I’ve never been one to take sex slow. While Kai enjoys being edged and used for hours on end and Sam switches back and forth depending on his needs, I prefer fast and hard. I’m someone who knows what I want, and when you’ve been around for as long as I have, you get to know what you like.
But there’s something about Greer that has me wanting to take my time, move slower.
I could say it’s because she’s human and I haven’t been with one in a long time so I want to savor the delicate and soft nature of her body, but it’s more than that. I haven’t wanted to be intimate with anyone beyond Sam and Kai for enough years that I’ve lost count. There’s also the fact that Greer’s time in ElysianPines is likely limited, and who knows if she’ll speak to me after her trip through the present tonight.
The thought of not being around her jolts my nervous system. I grip the back of her skull, pulling her lips harder into mine until she gasps, which gives me the opening I need to slip my tongue in. She tastes like she smells, like spiced cinnamon and vanilla. I’m already addicted and wonder if her pussy tastes just as good.
I open my mouth wider, my fingers digging into her silky hair. Greer groans, the heady sound spurring me to kiss her deeper, massaging our tongues together. We devour and taste greedily until she ends up in my lap, her body sideways and legs hanging over mine. The ravenous hunger I’ve been feeling before lessens but grows at the same time, like an expanding star that wants to burst but retracts and repeats the process.
We part so we can breathe. Greer leans her neck to the side, exposing her elegant throat for my feasting. I suck on the skin, her pulse beating faster the harder I suction. She expels a vibrating moan that tickles my lips, and I squeeze her hip, my gaze finding the ice pack that’s fallen to the floor. Her ankle wasn’t very injured to begin with, but I’d been slowly healing it, another angel perk that my guardian lovers and I share.
I would have healed it outright, but I didn’t want her to wonder why it went from hurting to fine so quickly. While Sam’s unexpected aura outburst will have to be addressed, I’m not going to think about it now nor complain. Taking care of her and insisting on the ice gave me a reason to spend more time together, and now it’s led us here.
“Your ankle?” I ask between sucks and licks, adding to the red mark building on her throat.
Her hands migrate to the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers so they’re a whisper away. Greer’s eyes are burning and intense, full of desire. “It doesn’t hurt.”
She tries to close the distance, but I pull back. “Remi,” she pouts, the whine in her voice almost making me laugh.
My hand on her waist holds her tighter, and I bring the one from her hair back to grip her chin. “Call me Remiel while you’re on my lap, love.”
“Remiel.” She tests it out on her tongue. I won’t deny it makes my hardening cock beneath her plush ass even harder. I like the way she says it, like she’s tasting every note of a vintage wine.
“Good girl. Now straddle me.”
Greer isn’t shy, not that I expected her to be. She has a dominant personality, like me and Sam, a type A who craves to be in control. But there’s a reason I called her a good girl, that she liked when I did it before. I could see how it turned her on in the flush of her skin and the lust pulsing from her aura. And I think Greer could benefit from letting go. Spontaneous ice skating was a good first step.
I support her weight as we shift, watching her face for any signs of pain when she bends her knees and places her legs on either side of mine, her ass resting on my lap. She doesn’t give me time to check in with her or to tell her what to do next because she’s kissing me again. I allow her a smidge of control while I slide my hands from her hips to her lower back, pulling her toward me. The bulge in my pants rubs against her sex, and we both groan into each other’s mouths.
You’re kissing her, Kai’s amused voice echoes in my mind.
More than that, I reply cheekily.
Bastard. I smile against Greer’s lips and continue to taste and explore her. The fire crackles, the warmth of it heating her skin more than my touch already is.
Are you going to spy from the other room or make yourself known?I ask Kai. I knew he’d feel our energies shift and come find us, but now he’s watching like Greer did yesterday.
She’ll see me, and you can let her decide what she wants to do from there. I don’t know how she’ll react to my presence after last night—she looked a bit wide-eyed earlier at the rink.
Can you blame her?
No, and I know Sam is beating himself up right now over whatever the hell that was.
I hold in a sigh.We’ll talk about it later. He can be alone for a bit; let me focus on Greer. She deserves all my attention.
Our attention,Kai adds with a smirk I can see in my mind.
