Page 46 of The Devils Melody
“You good?” Kage murmurs, his hand lingering at my lower back. There’s that heat again. I need his touch everywhere, all over my body.
“I’m fine,” I lie, as I lean back further into his touch, words slurring just a little bit. “Why didn’t the two of you get kicked out?”
Kage’s grin is immediate. “Because, little bird. It would be kind of stupid to kick out the owners.”
I stare at them, dumbfounded. Ain’t no fucking way, brother. Who just owns a club these days? Rich people I guess. Holy shit, are they rich? How the fuck did I manage that?
“Devils Den,” Lennox adds, as if the name should’ve given it away.
I snort, unable to help it. “Fitting.”
Kage laughs, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone where the ice pack left condensation. “Didn’t hear youcomplaining when we showed up like your own personal reapers.”
“She couldn’t,” Lennox deadpans. “She was too busy bleeding on the floor.”
“Hey!” I snap, slapping Lennox's shoulder and making both of them crack up. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Lennox laugh before, or even see a genuine smile on his face. Not one that’s this deep. It’s probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Kage turns to the girls still hovering nearby. “Don’t worry about Wren. We’ll be taking her home. You ladies go enjoy your night.”
Taylor is long gone and Harper turns to leave, but Olive watches them with that skeptical older sister energy. I love her so much, but this is probably the first time I actually wish she’d leave. I feel bad that I’m even thinking about it, but I have two really hot, ridiculously sexy, huge men practically glued to my skin and I would very much love to get laid.
“Can I trust you guys?” she asks, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll be fine,” I say quickly, forcing a smile. “Go have fun. Don’t worry about me.”
Olive narrows her eyes, but I can see her softening. She lets out a breath, then jerks her chin at the boys. “If she’s not still hot, breathing, and walking straight tomorrow, Iwillcut your dicks off and wear them as earrings.”
Kage snorts, that sexy crooked grin of his playing on his face. “I can’t promise that she’ll be walking straight, but I can promise the rest.”
Lennox rolls his eyes at Kage’s comment and says, “Noted.”
“Wren, I’ll be…on the lower level for a bit if you need anything.” Olive shoots me a look like she’s trying to mentally tell me to call her if shit goes south.
Kage and Lennox whip their heads in Olive’s direction before their gazes land on each other, eyebrows raised questionably high.What the fuck is on the lower level?
Olive gives the boys a quick wink before flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and spinning on her heel, disappearing into the crowd to find the girls.
Then there were three.
The weight of their presence crashes down around me, thick and all consuming. My body feels like it’s vibrating, either from the music or the fact that two hot men just practically went to war for me. Either way, I feel it all over.
Kage shifts beside me, his thigh brushing mine sending volts of electricity straight to my clit. He keeps his hand on my back but he doesn’t say anything. Lennox hasn’t moved an inch, but I can feel the tension radiating off him like a current. Why aren’t they saying anything?
Maybe I should say something. Or maybe I should try to stand up? I shoulddefinitelynot do what I’m about to do, but all I can think about is the way Kage looked at me as if I was the only thing that mattered in the room, and the way Lennox’s disgust turned to fury when Taylor wouldn’t back off. They didn’t just want me, theyclaimedme. And now I need to claim them.
“I don’t know what the hell you two are doing to me,” I mutter, voice thick with heat, “but it’s working.”
Kage’s grin returns. “Yeah?”
I don’t answer, I just grab him. Fisting his shirt, I drag him down to me, mouths crashing together like we’re trying to eat each other alive. His hand goes straight to my throat, choking me in this most delicious way, owning me in ways only he knows how. His mouth is hot and greedy,his split tongue slick and invading mine, both tips moving in ways that make my thighs clench so hard it hurts. It’s filthy. Unholy.
His tongue strokes mine, two places at once, fast then slow, curling and teasing. He already knows exactly how to wreck me. I moan into his mouth, and he eats the sound like it feeds him. My body arches into his, and suddenly his other hand is under my ass, gripping like he’s ready to throw me over his shoulder and fuck me on the nearest surface.
I want that. God, I want that so fucking bad it’s pathetic.
I can’t even pretend to play it cool. I’m grinding into his thigh, heat pulsing between my legs, completely drunk on him. He can probably feel my wetness soaking my panties. His split tongue flicks against mine again, then drags slowly down the seam of my lips before he nips and my bottom one, sucking it between his teeth.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and he groans in response, strangled and rough as if he’s holding back something darker.
