I turned around with another mouthful of rum sliding down my throat and found the Night Keepers all on their feet staring at me. The sex tape was no longer playing, but the heat in their eyes said it was all they were thinking about and that knowledge made my breath hitch.
Lightning flashed beyond the window, lighting the room in blood red tones for the duration of a heartbeat as it spilled through the stained glass. I walked barefoot over to them, my head starting to buzz and my worries spilling away through my flesh, forgotten for now. But not forever.
I climbed over the back of the couch, standing on the cushions so I was taller than them for once and I smirked down at Kyan who was closest. “Dare or double dare?” I purred, offering the rum to his lips and he tipped his chin back, letting me pour a measure into his mouth.
He swallowed, his eyes a swirling storm that rivalled the one beyond the church walls. “Triple dare.”
Saint dropped back into his seat, swilling his vodka in his glass as he surveyed us with keen interest. He didn’t even seem to mind I was soaking wet and my dress was dripping water onto his couch. Blake sat down beside me and Kyan stood waiting for my command.
I chewed on my lip as I thought up what I wanted him to do. What I really wanted him to do.
“Bow to me.” I smiled darkly as thunder boomed directly above us. “And apologise for everything you’ve done to me.”
He wet his lips as Saint and Blake laughed and I waited for him to chicken out.
“I guess you forfeit?” I asked, batting my lashes.
Kyan chuckled low in his throat then dropped to his knees on the carpet beneath me. He caught my ankle, forcing me to balance on one leg as he placed my foot on his right shoulder and gripped it tightly.
“Sorry for everything I do to you, baby.” He grinned wickedly then turned his head, dragging his tongue around the sensitive flesh of my ankle. “Sorry I make you ache for me in the dark.” He carved his teeth along the bone and I gasped, heat skittering between my thighs. “Sorry I make you touch yourself as you dream of my hard cock driving in and out of you every night. Sorry I make you so wet you give Niagara Falls a run for its money.” He released me and I pressed my foot down on his shoulder with anger rolling along my spine, my thighs parted just enough that he could probably see right up my dress. “I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” I growled.
“Oh really? You’ll have to be more specific next time.” Kyan smirked, knocking my foot off of his shoulder and shoving me down into my seat as he stood up. My wet skirt landed high up my thighs and I tugged it down as he dropped into the seat on my other side so him and Blake penned me in between their muscular arms. My ankle still prickled from where his mouth had been and I could feel my nipples hardening and my breaths growing a little shallow. Asshole.
“Dare or double dare, Saint?” Kyan asked and Saint sat back in his chair, looking like the Grim Reaper as his face was cast in shadow.
“If we’re playing a game of dares, do we really need to define the level of dare? All of them should push boundaries or I’m not interested,” he mused.
“Fine, double dare or double dare?” Kyan asked with a low laugh.
“Dare,” Saint said with half an eye roll.
“Down your drink, don’t swig it like a Russian tsar planning world domination,” Kyan said and Saint shrugged, tilting his head back and swallowing the entirety of his glass of vodka as smoothly as if it were water. Jesus Christ.
Saint shook the glass at me to refill it and I got up, stalking towards him and hooking the vodka bottle off of the table. He watched me as I poured it into the glass in his hand and my mouth dried out at the intensity of his gaze.
“I dare you to change into something of my choosing,” he said with a devilish smile.
“That’s a pretty standard command, Saint,” I taunted.
“Not when you see what I have in mind,” he purred. “Do you agree?”
My heart pounded out of rhythm and excitement trickled through my veins. “Sure.”
He pushed himself out of his seat, sipping his vodka before placing the glass down on the mantlepiece above the roaring fire and pressing a hand to the small of my back as he guided me towards the stairs.
His hand slid an inch lower, his fingers almost brushing against my ass but not quite. Drinking or otherwise, Saint still didn’t cross lines with me. Not that I wanted him to or anything.
He left me in his bedroom before heading into his closet and returning a moment later. “It’s hanging in there. Come downstairs when you’re dressed.” He stepped closer and the scent of vodka and fresh apples surrounded me. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
My throat tightened as another crash of thunder made my heart leap and he walked away, descending to the lounge. I bit my lip as I pushed through into the closet and found a set of black lace lingerie waiting for me with a pair of silk stockings and suspenders. On the carpet was a pair of silver Louboutins I’d been admiring for weeks but never had a reason to wear. Not that this was the sort of occasion
