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“He looks pretty on his knees, doesn’t he?” I ask Greer as I join her, pressing my body into hers from behind. My clothes feel itchy against my heated skin, but I’ll get rid of them soon.
She leans into me naturally, my hands falling to her waist. I grip the bare skin, pulling her ass further into me.
“He looks perfect,” she says.
Kai looks up at us with his charming smile. “Greer, I want Malachi to get you ready for me.” I rub my erection in the crease of her ass.
“I’m ready,” she responds eagerly.
I glide my palm over her hip and belly. She holds her breath as I slip downward, stopping when I reach the top of short, coarse curls. She doesn’t tell me to stop or pull away, so I keep going until I meet her wet slit. I groan into her ear. Kai is no longer looking at me—instead, his gaze is focused on where my hand now fingers Greer’s pussy.
“I told you that I’m ready,” she reiterates.
“Hmm, you might be wet, love, but you’re not ready to be fucked by me yet. Trust me.” And she’s not. I’m too big, and I don’t know when she had sex last. Any one of us could use our angel abilities to ensure that her body stretches to fit our cocks with no pain, but I won’t do that without asking her. It’s one thing to slowly help heal an injury that Sam essentially caused her to get but quite another to make her wet and stretch her cunt supernaturally.
I slide two fingers over her clit before lining them up with her slit. She leans further back, and I support her weight with mybody. I circle her opening while my other hand moves from her hip and down her thigh until I’m able to grab just behind her knee. I pull her leg up and scissor open her labia with my two fingers, fully exposing her pussy to Kai.
Her head falls back on my shoulder. “Malachi looks hungry for dessert, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” she says on an exhale.
“Do you want his mouth on your sweet cunt, love?”
She bites her lower lip and nods. I massage the skin of the leg I’m holding and stretch her open as wide as this position will allow. Kai’s smirk is gone, and in its place is the look of a man at the starting line of a race, ready for the sound of the starter pistol.
“I do.”
“Then make her come, Malachi.”
Chapter twenty-four
Malachi
Greer’sheadytasteexplodesacross my tongue as I take her clit into my mouth. I wasn’t given instructions not to use my hands, which I’m glad for because I need to touch her, to feel as much of her as I can.
Watching her undress while I did the same was the greatest torture. Her body is…everything, full of curves and softness, heat and sexuality.
My hands slip behind her, the backs of them brushing Remi’s hard length as my palms meet the round curve of her ass. I dig my blunt nails in and pull her flush against my mouth so my nose is buried in her neatly manicured dark-copper curls.
Her taste is tangy with an undertone of sweetness, the perfect after-dinner treat. I suck her clit and moan around her so that the vibrations heighten the sensation. Greer’s hands fly to my hair, gripping the long strands tight in her fists.
“Oh, yes,” she cries. “Yes, Kai!”
I smile into her center, happy she likes what I’m doing. I can’t remember the last time that I ate a woman out, but if I’m good at anything, it’s eating.
I lap at her arousal, egged on by the grind of Remi’s cock on the backs of my hands. The only thing that would make this better is if Sam was participating instead of watching like someoverlord in a velvet throne. I know he’s concerned about the reasons that Greer is in Elysian Pines, but it’s a good sign that he’s here with us.
I groan loudly around her clit. Her nails scrape against my scalp, and I shudder. Fuck, that feels nice. If, by some miracle, Greer sticks around after Christmas, I’m going to have her play with my hair. I grin at the thought of her braiding it and suck at her swollen bundle of nerves, allowing her to suffocate me in her pussy.
“You like that, love?” Remi asks. I look up as best I can to see him sucking on her neck.
“Yes, it feels good.”
“What do you need to come?”
“More,” she says. “I need more.”
“You want his fingers while I play with your gorgeous tits?” he teases, grinding his cock into the backs of my hands harder.
