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But on the outside, this location looks every picture-perfect inch as though it were a dream. A tiny, off-the-map tropical island with a private helipad and not another soul to be seen.
The only structure to be found is an airy wooden cabin nestled upon white sand and an expanse of moonlit ocean, as far as I can see. Waves gently lap against the shore barely thirty feet from where the wide glass bedroom doors and wooden shutters open up onto a deck.
It’s nothing more than simple, sun-bleached timbers and whitewashed concrete. Above me, palm fronds swish amidst the occasional creaks of dizzyingly tall, slender-trunked coconut trees.
But the ominous question that hangs over this entire idyllic scene is why we’re here in the first place.
Thorne sits on the other side of the small fire pit, while my wolf lies on his back, hands tucked behind his head.
Shadows kiss every single muscular outline and indent. Making my mouth water.
This man leaves me perplexed at every turn. Raven flew us to this island in a helicopter from whatever unknown landing strip we’d arrived at, leaving the jet and the pilot waiting for us when we eventually return to the mainland.
Yes. He actually flew us. While I sat with my headset on in complete shock for the twenty minutes or so we were in the air, taking in the whomp of rotors whirling and vision of endless aquamarine waters stretching below.
Raven rides a sinfully hot motorbike, knows how to fly aircraft, and murders people for a secret society.
Why is that the biggest turn-on ever?
“You want something, baby girl?” The weight of Ky’s attention falls on the side of my face as I gaze at the other two gorgeous specimens of muscle. I angle my neck to turn back toward him, and he holds out a slice of mango for me from the plate of cut fruit at his side.
I reach out, but he pulls back, keeping it away from me, shaking his head.
Oh, he wants to play? Well, I’m stuck here in tropical utopia and the sight of these three men—shirtless and caressed by firelight—is stoking my hunger.
My hand drops to my lap which draws out a devilish smirk. He brushes the edge of the slice across my bottom lip, the fruit bursting with sweet flavor and soft flesh. Sticky juices run down his fingers as he pops it into my mouth.
I close my lips around his offering and suck down on him. His mossy green eyes are more amber in the warm glow of the flames, and the way he looks down at me turns molten while I clean every drop off his fingers.
“That fucking mouth of yours.” He hums his approval and slides his forefinger back into my mouth and I suck him further in. Feeling more than ready to entertain my Viking’s schemes.
His eyes flick up over my head. Then his voice is hot and sinful when he whispers in my ear. “I think Thorne looks hungry, baby girl.”
A riot of sparks explodes in my stomach.
With hooded eyes, I look over his way and melt beneath his ferocity. Thorne’s stare is fixed on the place where Ky’s finger presses down on the pout of my bottom lip. There’s no mistaking the way he likes the image of the two of us together, and in the firelight, I can see the outline of his hard cock pressed against his shorts.
“Go on.” He slips his finger out of my mouth and straight into his own with a crooked grin. Handing me the plate, his knee nudges me to move. I dutifully cross over to Thorne’s chair, feeling three sets of eyes track my every step from the shadows.
“Hi,” I say softly. It seems so pathetic really, not knowing what to say to this man. He successfully leaves me tongue-tied simply by glancing in my general direction. But Thorne readjusts himself in the chair and moves his arms wider to give me room to sit.
Whether it’s the turmoil of today or the tropical heat winding through my blood, something makes me bold, and I decide to straddle his lap. From the way his dark eyes glitter, I assume I’ve pleased him. Knowing that, well, it does something wicked to my insides.
As fucked up as it might be to admit, I miss being in his bed. My feeble little heart pouts and feels like it's been forever since last spending time with him as intimately as this. Even though it has barely been a week, I quickly discovered that a night spent in Thorne Calliano’s arms is a temptation I will fall for every time.
He fucks like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I only drown a little bit further with every opportunity to catch a glimpse behind his shuttered exterior. Having his cock buried deep inside me from behind while his raspy voice is up against my ear, being possessive as all hell, is far too addicting for my own sanity.
You’re mine.
You belong to me.
I want you in my bed every night.
Jesus. I’m an absolute mess for him. For all of them.
With Ky, it’s like the thrill of playing with fire. With Thorne, I never know if I’m going to lose a piece of my soul. And with Raven, well, I might end up bleeding out on the floor.
“Are you going to tell me why we are here?” I settle myself with my knees on the outside of his big thighs.
