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I feel a buzz of his energy at my back to the right, and I know if I were to look that way, I’d see him spying. Greer should notice him soon, and we’ll go from there. For now, I focus on the slide of her body as her hips move and her hands grip at my neck. How the taste and touch of her lips is euphoric.
After another long and devouring kiss that makes me lose all coherent thought, Greer pulls back and softly bites my lip. I groan, thrusting my hips up into her, seeking friction. She grins, our hooded eyes meeting. My hands span her lower back so I can drag her covered pussy over my erection again.
The softness of her sweater and plush body beneath my palms along with the sensation of her heated core sliding over mine has me wanting to pin her to the couch. I want to strip her clothes off, see what her curves feel like without the barrier of fabric between us. I want to see if her pussy is as neatly trimmed and perfect as I expect it to be. But a couple of things need to happen before any of that can occur.
I want her to acknowledge and give Kai permission to watch or even join. After that, I want to make her come. Then we’ll see what happens.
Make yourself known, Kai.
You’re sure? This will change things—
Things have already changed,I answer. And they have. They changed before Greer ever arrived here. They changed the moment Elysian Pines chose her for our job.
Hopeful optimism may be in my nature, but I know I’m not the only one out of the three of us who was feeling as if our lives had become fairly boring and ritualistic. We did our job, guarded the town, and helped those in need. We spent our days together, have loved one another for centuries.
It’s a nice life, but Greer—her arrival has only exemplified the insatiable hunger in us, one that we’ve been trying to deny was there in the first place. I think it’s why Sam is having such a strong reaction as well. He doesn’t like feeling out of control. I don’t think any of us really do, but having her here only makes that feeling stronger.
Remi…
My hand finds its way under Greer’s sweater, the brush of my fingers on her warm skin making her shiver. The base of my spine tingles, and the hunger inside me seems to expand tenfold and speak to me.More.More.More.
Make yourself known, Malachi, or leave.
I’m not leaving. You know I can’t. I want to see where things go. Ineedto be here.
“Remiel.” Greer’s breathy voice saying my full name makes my dick twitch. My eyes meet hers, her lips puffy from our kisses and chest rising and falling in short breaths.
I cock my brow at her in question, my hand stroking the skin of her side. She rocks on my lap in slow movements, and her gaze flicks behind my right shoulder to where Kai is lingering, where an open door leads to the kitchen. I don’t have to look to know he’s taking a page from Greer’s book, peeking through the small space where the door is connected to the wall.
She leans forward so her impressive tits are just below my chin, her nipples brushing against my chest. Greer places her lips at my ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin. “I think Kai is watching,” she whispers tentatively.
Thrill sparks through my veins at what I suspect is about to take place. When I had breakfast with her this morning, I truly didn’t think we’d end up here. I can’t say that I’m mad about it, I only wish Sam was here, too, instead of spiraling. I try to reach him through the bond as a last-minute effort to persuade him to change his mind, but he’s blocked us off. Hopefully, he’ll find and speak with us later.
I trail my hand up Greer’s bare back under her sweater, feeling the dips and rolls of her skin under my palms. Fuck, I love how soft she is, and I know the others will, too.
“Do you want him to join us?” I ask.
She looks at the door again, and I turn my head to find Kai is now standing in front of the doorway. Greer’s muscles tense when she sees all of him, and several emotions flash through her eyes as she takes him in. I rub my hand in a soothing motion down her spine, my other gripping the skin of her expansive hip.
She shakes her head from side to side, and Kai’s disappointment through our bond is evident. I don’t blame her; she didn’t spend the day with him today as she did with me, and he spent last night showing her less than desirable memories. It was probably too much to hope that after she watched us last night and the connection I believe we all share that she’d say yes to such a request.
Greer digs her fingernails slightly into the skin of my neck, sending an electric current through my veins. I sit up a bit straighter as I stare into her eyes.
Then the corner of her mouth tips up, and my heart ceases its beating.
“But he can watch.”
Chapter eighteen
Greer
ShouldIwantanoverly attractive man I had an intense nightmare with to watch whatever is about to happen between me and the insanely hot man he has an open relationship with? Probably not. But can I stop myself from wanting it? No.
But it’s not only about wanting it. It’s aboutneedingit. When I saw Kai peeping through the crack of the door just as I had looked upon him through a different door last night, all my thoughts about the nightmare I shared with him fell to the wayside. Especially with Remi’s—sorry, Remiel’s—hands everywhere, his hard length pressing into me through my clothes. I’d give anything to feel him without that damned barrier.
My insides squirm, and Remiel’s hands nearly burn my skin. Fuck, it sounds odd, but I want to eat him alive. I lick my lips as if he’s a rare steak waiting for me to take a bite, and I swear the wily glimmer in his eyes says he’s feeling the same way.
“Are you sure, love?”
