“Do you want him to touch you, Luca?” I ask, smiling as his eyes snap open to reveal a hint of horizontally slit pupils.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he says.
Alistair’s fingers toy with the button. Luca rolls his hips; a sexy grunt escapes his mouth. My breath catches in my throat, but Ali refuses to rush. By the time he finally slips the button loose and draws the zipper down, I’m more impatient than Luca.
I lean against the opposite arm of the couch, watching, transfixed, as Alistair’s fingers dip into Luca’s boxer briefs. He pulls his cock out and gives it a rough stroke, then runs his thumb over Luca’s piercing.
“I think he wants to play with that one like you do the hoop in your lip,” I say.
Luca’s moan is loud in the quiet of the apartment.
Tired of watching, I bend at the waist and swallow him to thehilt, pulling back only to grin at him. “A little something for the friction.”
Luca curses. He’s losing it, and I don’t blame him.
I know exactly what it’s like to be at the mercy of Alistair’s bite. As every single pleasure receptor on your body fires at once. So good you’re terrified he’ll stop and terrified by what you might do if he doesn’t.
Alistair strokes Luca fast and hard, running his thumb over the head of his cock every few strokes. I love the aggressive way they handle each other—knuckles whited out, their Adam’s apples bobbing.
Arousal rolls through me, hot and demanding. Luca buries his fingers in Alistair’s hair, arching his neck against his mouth as he comes with a sexy, delicious groan.
Alistair’s thumb makes one final swipe, spreading cum over the tip of Luca’s cock. “Shower,” he says, slurring the word until he sounds drunk.
I nod, climbing to my feet and steadying myself on the arm of the couch. I didn’t realize Alistair took enough blood to make me woozy. I should be thanking him for his self-control.
When we get to the bathroom, I wipe all expression off my face.
It’s a mess. And that’s a kind way to put it.
Luca seems almost as blissed-out as Alistair, so I guide them to the shower. Once they’re in, with steam curling around the curtain, I dig around under the sink for cleaning supplies and get to work. In five minutes, the toilet is sparkling clean, and the sour smell is gone—replaced by the fresh scent of lemon.
My neck prickles. I look over my shoulder to find Luca and Alistair watching me from a gap in the shower curtain. Alistair’s chin rests on Luca’s shoulder. I shiver. I feel their eyes like a physical touch.
“It’s clean, baby,” Luca says.
“Let us touch you.”
I raise one eyebrow as if I’m thinking it over, but I’ve already made my decision.
I was scared tonight. I may not understand what’s between us, and we may not be back to normal yet, but I care about Alistair, and I need to touch him.
Holding eye contact, I strip slowly.
Inch by inch, I peel my shirt over my head and toy with the front clasp of my bra. It drops to the floor. My cotton shorts fall next. Bracing my palms on the lip of the sink, I perch on the edge and spread my legs.
The only things between me and them are steam and a scrap of red lace.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Unspoken rule of the Fringes #98:
If you leave emotion out of your decision-making, you can survive anything.
LUCA
I’m buzzing. This is better than any high. As if my orgasm just happened, is still happening, and is about to happen all at once. Even the drops of water from Alistair’s shower feel better than normal. Warm, wet trails licking my skin.
Ali curls against my back. I can feel his heart beating. If Celine comes within arm’s length—I’ll have everything I want.
