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“Yes! Oh god.”
He pops my nipple from his mouth and looks up at me with wickedness. “Not God,” he chides. “Remiel.”
He pulls his head up, forcing me to loosen my hold on his hair. His lips are a whisper from mine, swollen from his attention to my breasts.
“Hold on to me. I’m going to move us forward so you can get a better angle.”
I grab his shoulders, and he easily moves me, helping me drop my left leg so my shin and foot dangle off the couch and my knee touches Kai’s, no doubt torturing him. The new position parts me just enough that my clit drags across Remi’s muscular thigh. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning so loud the whole inn can hear.
It’s a reminder that we’re in a public space. If Kai came upon us, any other guest or the receptionist could walk in. I should care, but I can’t find it in myself to. The thought only thrills me,especially if I imagine it would be Sam who finds us, who would watch me come at the hand of one of his lovers while the other watches. If he knew I was spying last night, I don’t think he’d mind.
“That’s a good girl, love. Are you comfortable?”
I don’t give a shit if I’m comfortable or not; I want to get off. But I don’t say that. Instead, I play the part of his good girl and nod.
One of his hands supports my lower back while the other drags up my stomach and over my swollen nipples. I pull air into my lungs at the prickling feeling I get from the touch on my sensitive skin. He doesn’t stop to play this time—instead, he sweeps his large hand up my sternum and over my collarbone until he’s grasping my throat, thumb softly pressed into the space where my chin and neck meet.
The hold is gentle yet firm. It makes me feel safe and more turned on than I ever have in my life. He has complete control over me right now, and to my surprise, I like it.
His hand pulses, testing how much I’ll let him grip. I swallow around the pressure and dip my chin, letting him know I’m okay with what’s happening.
I shift my hips greedily, but he stops me with a firm squeeze to my neck and pressure on my low back.
“What is it?” I ask breathlessly.
“I have two rules.”
“Of course you do.”
He chuckles. “You’ll come only by use of my thigh, no fingers.” He pauses, his eyes so intense and entrancing I swear I’d do anything he asks of me right now. “The second is that you keep your eyes open, even when you come. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then rub that sweet cunt all over me, love.”
Chapter nineteen
Malachi
I’mgoingtocomein my pants watching Greer ride Remi’s thigh like a rodeo champ, her heavy, round tits bouncing as he holds her throat tight.
It wouldn’t necessarily be bad; something like that doesn’t embarrass me. However, nobody is touching me, not even me. Unless you count the touch of Greer’s knee on my outer thigh and the death grip I have on the seam of my pants—I’m white-knuckling them like I’m about to jump out of a plane.
Except I’m not feeling scared about the jump Remi and I are taking with Greer; I’m fucking thrilled. I was ready to dive in headfirst last night, and I would have had it not been for Sam.
I try not to think of my friend and partner for centuries, about his strange outburst back at the ice skating rink. I’ll find and talk to him about it eventually, but Remi was right that he needed time to cool off.
I’m sure he’s blaming himself for Greer’s injury, and in a way, heisat fault. Whatever he was thinking at that moment caused his aura to grow strong and potent, expanding to catch her attention. I’m not surprised she lost her balance. Thankfully, she’s already better—muchbetter given the way she’s riding Remi’s thigh.
Sam’s last words before he stalked off play in my head.Do whatever you want, Kai. You and Remi both. But leave me out of it.But we won’t be able to leave him out of it. And by the way Greer keeps glancing at the door I walked through, I know she’s wondering if he’ll come strolling in much like I did. Sam may be afraid of whatever he thinks will happen if we don’t follow our usual pattern with the humans that show up here, but no matter what he thinks Greer’s future holds, I’m not afraid.
And Remi clearly isn’t. I take solace in that, because Remi is our leader. If he’s not worried, I’m not going to be, either. I’m going to do what we said we would last night, see where things fall. And right now, I don’t want to focus on anything but the beautiful woman grinding on Remi’s lap.
He’s right when he said she deserves our full focus. And did I mention how fucking beautiful she looks? Moreover, my Princess is…different.
Her aura is changing,I tell Remi mind to mind.Or am I wrong?If I’m noticing, then he will have for sure. His gaze doesn’t leave Greer, but he answers me easily.
Yes, it’s shifting. She’s…thawing.
