Page 57 of Sleeping Redemption
I whimpered as Rook teased my clit with faster strokes, his other hand still wrapped around my throat.
“Please, Atl—” He cut me off, his lips pressing to mine in a commanding kiss. The connection stole my breath, along withmy unspoken plea. His hand came underneath my chin, securing it in his grasp.
The heat of his mouth melted even more of my body’s tension and anger until the only fire left in my veins was that of lust’s smoldering embrace.
“Mate, I think the situation warrants a trip down to the basement.” Rook’s gravelly voice spoke up, interrupting the kiss Atlas and I were caught up in.
I nearly melted at the thought of having my two guys trapped in my playroom that takes up the entirety of my basement.
Atlas’s intrigue at Rook’s suggestion was evident in the way his thumb stroked over my bottom lip before pushing it into my mouth. His eyes watched me intently as I gladly accepted the tip of his thumb, lightly sucking on the tip. Playfully, I grazed my teeth against it while my tongue flicked at the rough pad, all while my eyes met his.
Humming another moan of pleasure from Rook’s continued efforts in taunting and teasing my body, I allowed my cerulean eyes to convey how much fun I’d like to have downstairs.
Leaning in, Atlas spoke quietly into my ear. “What my angel wants, my angel gets.”
Both men drew their hands away from my body, and I was momentarily disappointed at the ebb of pleasure at the loss.
Behind me, I could hear light suckling sounds as Rook cleansed the taste of my excitement from his fingers.
I smirked at them both, my mind thoroughly distracted by the thought of screaming each of their names.
Wasting no time, I led them downstairs and to the basement door just around the corner from the office. Each step closer to my sinful playground lit my body up with anticipatory tingling sensations.
After Atlas hit the final stair, I immediately turned to face them both and couldn't help but giggle at them as they stood side by side.
They shared a curious look with one another before looking back to me for an explanation.
“What an iconic sight before me.” Smiling with amusement, I gestured to Atlas with one hand. “My conscience-invoking angel on one shoulder, and—” I motioned to Rook with my other hand, “—my incorrigible demon of temptation on the other.”
“Love, I can think of better places to be than your shoulder,” Rook mused.
Atlas chimed in, “That’s right, angel. Although, I could be convinced to return to my wicked ways.” That boyish smirk of his had a delicious shiver rolling down my spine.
Then, between us appears the mood killer himself—Sylas.
A collective mix of sighs and groans erupts between Atlas, Rook, and me.
Sy raises a judgmental brow at us as he inspects our surroundings. The floggers and paddles lining the walls, the swings and frames in the room’s corners, and various accoutrements of the kinky persuasion—including a dog crate large enough to fit a grown man.
He cleared his throat before casting a hard look at Atlas. “You’re needed to report in.”
“Now?” The irritation was heavy in Atlas’s voice that the timing was shit.
Sylas curtly nodded with a rough hum of confirmation.
A deep inhale filled Atlas’s chest before he blew it out forcefully. He glanced over to me with the softness of an unspoken apology. “I’ll return as soon as I can.” And with that, he was out of sight to report back beyond the Pearly Gates.
Frustration mounted up inside me at an increasingly fast rate. I sauntered over to a fancy-looking chaise lounge with itspolished wood frame and plump cushioning and laid myself down on it.
“Way to cock block, Sy,” I grumbled as I tucked an arm behind my head and glared at him.
Rook grunts as he visibly adjusts what remains of his erection.
Mr. High-and-Mighty ran a hand over his face, clearly trying to rein in his temper before he placed both hands on his hips. “Kin, the way things are going right now, your sex life is at the bottom of my list.”
I huffed in annoyance, not giving a shit about his goddamn list. I cared about becoming a trembling, undone mess with my brain floating amongst the stars after multiple orgasms. The way my pussy nearly cried at the thought of having Rook and Atlas to myself, I was fairly certain she felt the same way about Sy’s priorities as I did.
Taking a gander at Rook, I noticed a peculiar look in his hazel eyes, the green in them nearly popping with mischief. Whatever he was thinking, he gave Sylas a look that made me think he was up to no good.
