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Kai breaks the silence. “Does that mean I can touch, Princess?”
“Yes, Angel Boy. That means you can touch.”
Don’t stop me this time, Samael.I don’t have time to react to Malachi’s declaration because he’s on his feet and over to Greer before I can blink. He pulls her out of her chair, and she squeaks in surprise, the sound ending when his lips seal over hers in a passionate kiss.
Chapter twenty-two
Greer
KissingKaiinrealityis a lot like kissing him in my nightmare but better, because it’s real. His lips are soft like pillows, and his hands on my waist pull me into him.
The motion makes my body hit the chair I was in, and it clatters to the ground. It startles me, and I attempt to pull away, but Kai’s grip doesn’t allow me to.
“Leave it,” he mumbles against my lips.
His lean yet strong body molds to mine, and I sigh into his mouth. He moves me so my ass digs into the solid wood of the dining table. His tongue glides along my lips, and I don’t think twice about opening up to him. When our tongues touch, the spices of dinner mixed with notes of dry white wine mingle together. His deep and satisfied groan vibrates my skin, tickling me as I arch my chest into his, my nipples already hard against the cups of my bra.
I’d like to say the room around us fades, but it doesn’t. I’m hyper aware that Remi is seated next to us, his gaze watching where Kai’s tongue eagerly massages mine. The dishes rattle on the table every time he pushes into me, our bodies eddying together like cream stirred into coffee.
Then there’s the brooding man I didn’t expect to see tonight. His stare is heavy on my back, and the image of him watching along with Remi only increases the arousal building in my core.
I unfurl my hands fisting Kai’s shirt and let them travel up his back. The grooves and dips of his lean muscles inspire me to kiss him deeper.
He has control of the kiss, but I want it now. I place my hands on his shoulder blades where I know the angel wings are tattooed and lightly dig my nails into them through the fabric.
The answering whimper that works its way up his throat is all the encouragement I need to continue. I lift my hips into his, the hard length of him pressing into the heated space between my thighs. When I burrow my nails deeper into his back, his dick responds to the action with a pulse. I guess someone likes the pain.
I take advantage of his next moan, leaning in while pulling him toward me, my tongue dominating his now. There’s no hesitation from him in the power switch, our kiss moving at the voracious pace that I set. My confidence surges, and every thought I’ve had over the past couple of days—including work and my nightmare—fall away. The only thing that matters is right now, that I have three otherworldly-looking men lusting after me.
The idea of it is so absurd. I’ve never been with two men at the same time, let alone three.
I suppose I don’t know if all three want to be with me, anyway. I for sure know Remi and Kai are game—we’ve said as much since we played earlier. But Sam is a new addition, a very hot and broody new addition that I’ve already imagined being intimate with, alongside the other two.
The table creaks beneath the weight of both Kai and I, and I gently push at his chest, pulling his lower lip between my teeth as I go. His hooded eyes filled with desire meet mine.
“I want somewhere private,” I demand.
“Nobody will come here except us,” Remi says.
Kai and I turn our heads toward him. He’s standing now, his hands fisted at his sides, a coy smile planted on his features.
I grin back at him. “Alright, somewhere more comfortable than a table, then.”
He drags his tongue over his teeth. I liken the way he looks right now to a starving man, one who’s hungry for me. A vision of me spread out on the table with his head between my thighs flashes behind my eyelids, and while that sounds hot, it sounds uncomfortable. If I’m going to get destroyed by these men, I want to be somewhere fit for that activity.
Sam’s baritone voice resounds around us. “My room.”
Given how Kai and Remi stiffen, I don’t think I’m the only one surprised by Sam’s offer. I know he joined us for dinner, and I was imagining him being a part of this, but I didn’t think he’d be the one to offer up his space.
I turn enough in Kai’s arms that I can see Sam. His sharp gaze, eyes near black, are focused on me. His long body leans back casually in his chair. Everything about him screams dominance, and I’m reminded of the man who took control of the scene I watched yesterday, telling Kai to call Remiel Daddy…among other commands.
Do I know much about Sam? No. But am I turned on by him? Drawn to him like I’m drawn to Remi and Kai? Yes. Very much yes.
“Lead the way.” The words spill from me easily.
Kai steps back so I can move, but he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, asking with his eyes if I’m sure. A tiny smile graces my lips, and I nod. This is all new, but I’m sure.
Remi asks me the same question in his gaze, and I give him the same answer with a dip of my chin. He gestures with a quick motion of his fingers for us to follow. I take a step toward him but quickly realize Sam isn’t following, so I stop, making Remi and Kai pause as well.
