She wants to torment me first, though. That’s Alistair’s fault, obviously, but I’m caught in the crossfire. Her red underwear begs me to tear it off with my teeth. If I don’t get my hands on her in the next thirty seconds, I may scream.
As he watches her, Alistair vibrates with tension. Grinning, I grind against his erection. If I’m going to get teased, I might as well make things harder for Ali whileI’m at it.
Smirk firmly in place, Celine laps his desperation up, licking her lips.
It’s too much for me.
“Baby,” I beg. “Please, come here.” I don’t give a shit if I sound needy. I need her, don’t I? I wasted years hiding my feelings, and I won’t make that mistake again.
Celine dips her fingers beneath the red lace slowly and rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. When she lets it pop free, it’s plump and pink, begging for me to devour.
“Why should I?” she asks. I groan as she slips one finger inside herself. “Do you think you could do a better job?”
That’s a loaded question. It’s her body. It gives her constant feedback. I have to read her reactions to know if I’m doing it right. Honestly, I need to think about that for a?—
“Yes,” Alistair hisses. “We can steal the breath from your lungs and drag so many orgasms from you, you’ll lose count. You’ll beg for our cocks before the water runs cold.”
My eyes flutter closed. Fuckingfuck.Why do they have to make everything a competition? And why does it make me hard every time?
Celine yawns. Deliberately. The challenge in her brown eyes is impossible to miss.
“Boring,” she taunts. “Predictable too. I’m not sure you’re worth the steps it would take to get over there.”
“I would worship you,” I whisper, trying to sweeten the deal before Alistair fucks everything up by being a competitive bastard. “You can put me on my knees for as long as it takes, baby.” I’m not a submissive guy by nature—but I like to think I’m a quick learner, and if Celine wants to be in charge, only an idiot would try to boss her?—
“Come here now,” Alistair demands.
I elbow him in the gut, hoping he takes the hint.
He has no idea how to grovel. It’s shocking. Maybe the transitionto vampire destroyed his common sense. Or maybe it’s the blood loss... I don’t give a shit, but if he runs Celine off, he’s going to have to deal with the massive erection digging into my lower back on his own.
“You’re doing it wrong,” I say.
“If she would come closer, everything I do to her will feel bloody perfect.”
Celine leans against the mirror and slips her fingers out of her underwear. “You know, I’m not sure I’m in the mood anymore.”
The heat behind me vanishes as Alistair climbs dripping from the shower and grinds to a stop in front of her. Soaked, his black hair curls at the ends. Water runs along the muscles of his back, quickly creating a puddle on the floor.
“Would you have me on my knees, angel? Or would you rather I beg?”
They stare each other down, and I hold my breath. So stubborn. So sexy. At this point, I have no idea who will break first.
Celine lifts her chin defiantly and drags the finger she was using to play with herself up Alistair’s chest. “I want you to watch Luca have every inch of me—quietly and without complaint, knowing there’s no relief ahead for you.”
I shiver. Her voice is cold except for the slight hitch at the end, which tells me she’s not nearly as unaffected as she pretends to be.
Alistair’s shoulders tense. “Angel, I’m sorry for what I said that night. I never meant it, not even for one second. I swear it on my life.”
“Prove it.”
The steam in the bathroom swirls angrily around us, as if it senses the boiling tension too.
I want to comfort them both, but they have to fix this on their own in a way that makes sense to them. Celine is fierce. She’s far from emotionless, though. Alistair hurt her pride when he cut herdown at the Fang in front of everyone, and this... gods, this is her way of showing him how it felt.
Slowly—like it’s killing him—Alistair nods and backs away from her, one inch at a time, until he’s hunched against the wall, defeated. Water rolls down his chest. His cock is fully erect, and I wince. I can’t believe he’s going to try.
Celine pulls her thong off and offers the lace to him.
