And this is why I’ve never been with another girl. No one could even come close to replicating this moment, this feeling, this sensation. My body trembles as if electricity is dancing beneath my skin.
“I’m going to come,” she warns as I twist her nipple harshly.
“Come for me, baby. Milk my big cock.”
My dirty words send her spiraling over the edge. She erupts with a scream, her nails digging into my chest until blood wells. My own hands are no doubt leaving bruises on her tan skin, but I can’t find it within me to give a damn. Emily often likes pain with her pleasure, and though I’ll never be Tate, I won’t hesitate to leave my mark on her.
“Fuck,” I moan, coming inside of her as she collapses on top of me. My body feels sluggish and heavy, as if the entire force of Earth’s gravity is pushing down on me.
She cuddles against my chest, her hot breath wafting against my neck.
“Dessy?” she whispers, sleep evident in her husky voice.
“Yes, my love?” I soothingly stroke up and down her back, my heart racing.
“Don’t pull away from me again,” she murmurs, and I know she’s seconds from losing herself to the seductive lulls of sleep.
I press a kiss to her sweaty forehead as her eyes flutter shut.
“Never,” I vow.
Now that I have Emily back, I’m going to keep her. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to ensure that this goddess doesn’t leave my side.
CHAPTER 16
I wake up to hot coffee trickling onto my face.
Wincing against the bite of pain, that somehow transitions into molten pleasure, I peel open one eye to see Sin hovering over my bed.
“Coffee for my lady?” He extends his hand, which holds an overflowing, steaming mug of liquid gold. It sloshes over the edge, once more burning my face.
“Dammit, Sin,” I grumble, accepting the cup. When hurt briefly flashes in his eyes, I sigh, leaning forward to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thank you, my love.”
In response, he merely grabs my bare breasts and gives them both a squeeze.
“Why is the cumstain here?” Desmond’s sleepy voice sounds from the side of me where his naked body is sprawled halfway over mine. The blanket is pooled around his feet, allowing me an unrestricted view of his chiseled ass.
“Cumstain?” Sin appears affronted. “That’s rude.” Before I can stop him, he leans forward and slaps Desmond’s bare ass, laughing hysterically when my lover yelps.
“You fucker,” Des growls before turning towards me. The ice in his eyes immediately melts, replaced by a banked fire. His gaze indolently trails over my bare breasts—one of which Sin still fondles—and my disheveled sex hair.
“Hi,” I whisper softly, a blush staining my cheeks. That blush heightens into arousal when Sin cups my other boob and begins to flick my nipples.
“Hi,” Desmond replies with a cheeky grin. He lowers his gaze towards where Sin touches me, and the heat emitting from his eyes is impossible to deny. And honestly? My body is still tired from earlier, but it gives zero fucks. Actually, it wishes to give two fucks—Sin and Desmond both fucking me at the same time. Logic, am I right?
“What’s on the agenda today?” I question breathlessly as I take a sip of my coffee. Arsin remembered exactly how I like it, and I feel thousands of butterflies fluttering in my chest, their wings battering in tandem to my rapidly beating heart.
“Nothing much,” Sin drawls lazily as his power rushes to the surface, tiny sparks of heat pebbling my nipples. “Avery’s just committing some murder.”
“Oh that’s nice… Wait what?!” I’m out of bed before he can answer, grabbing one of Avery’s faded t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.
“You asswipe!” I hear Desmond snap from behind me. “Why did you have to say the m-word?”
“Mongolia?” Sin asks seriously, but Desmond’s response is drowned out by my thudding pulse.
I hurry down the hall and into the living room, just in time to see Avery finish rolling the dead body into a black tarp.
He’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of low-slung jeans. His golden hair is wildly tousled and coated in blood. The red liquid speckles his face and bare chest as well.
He smiles cheerfully when he catches sight of me.
“Have a good reunion?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Seriously, Avery?” I raise a brow as he tosses the body over his shoulder. Poor Burke. Though…I probably shouldn’t feel too bad about the man who hired people to kill me for money. “Did you have to do…this?”
He appears genuinely poleaxed.
“What?”
Helio, sitting silently on the couch, snorts, but I can’t help but be angry with him as well. He didn’t stop Avery from killing the man, despite the fact he easily could’ve.
I blame myself.
I should never have allowed Helio and Avery to punish the human in the first place.
“I’ll be back,” Avery assures me, leaning forward to peck me on the lips. I’m immediately barraged by the distinct taste of copper mixed in with Avery’s own natural flavor. “I need to dump his body somewhere.”
“Not East Lane,” a dry voice remarks. Tate rests his forearms on the counter, sipping from his own cup of coffee. He’s outfitted in the police uniform I’d seen on him before, but he has yet to distort his features into that of Officer Blake. “We usually have patrols roaming there at this time of day. Maybe Salt Lake?”
“On it!” Avery grins at me cheerfully before sauntering towards the door, Burke’s body thumping against his bare back with every step.
“And clean yourself up, man!” Tate gives him a disgruntled look. “You have blood on your nipples.”
“Wow, you sly dog,” the God of Death teases. “Want to lick them clean?”
“I’d rather stick my hand in a meat grinder,” Tate deadpans in response.
Helio, still sitting on the sofa, tosses a rag in Avery’s direction. Why the man even has one on him remains a mystery. Maybe it’s an assassin thing.
Or,
