Gone are any nerves at what is in store for tonight, gone is any thought besides this moment right here, with Quinn before me and Aamon behind me, surrendering themselves as a ritualistic offering for the magic of the full moon.
I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as Quinn seals his lips against the lobe of my ear, biting down. “Words, Angel.” Aamon’s at my other ear, whispering his orders in a hushed, needy tone that has me melting against him. “You need to use that pretty little mouth of yours for something else besides sucking Blood Order cock.”
“Yes,” I exhale.
“Yes, what?” Quinn grins, quirking an eyebrow.
“Yes, I want this,” I reiterate. “I want you. Both of you. In the red rooms.”
Quinn’s grin turns into a full blown toothy smile, the sarcasm practically oozing out of him. “Well, Evangeline, aren’t you a thirsty little thing. The thought hadn’t even remotely crossed my mind.” He purses his lips together in an effort to smother his smile. “But if you insist, I suppose we could give you anofficialtour. Afterall, our last visit did get cut short.” He winks and I can’t tell if it’s for me or for Aamon, or maybe even both of us, but in the present moment I can’t seem to care.
All I know is I’m desperate to have them again. Something about these boys has possessed my entire being. I can’t seem to see anything else besides their desire for me and my desperation to feel needed by them.
“Quinn.” Aamon’s voice is a deep growl at my back. “My patience is wearing thin. Enough with the sarcastic comments. Let's go.”
“Yes, sir.” The words roll off Quinn’s tongue with a flicker of hunger I cannot wait to experience. And without another word, he’s spinning on the balls of his feet and leading us through the crowded bar.
The bouncer at the door to the red rooms doesn’t even hesitate to let us through, and I’m surprised to find the hall on the other side of the door just as crowded as the club behind us. Quinn stays close, his hand holding firm on mine. Aamon’s body is a steady presence at my back. As soon as we're on the other side of the door, his hand wraps around my throat and tilts my face back so that his lips can easily find mine.
I lean into him, desperate for the taste of him. My hand starts to slip from Quinn’s grasp, but he bears down, clamping onto me so we don’t lose each other in the crowd. I moan into Aamon’s mouth, not realizing how much I’d been dying for this after feeling him tease me all night long. He smirks against my lips at the sounds.
“So needy tonight, aren’t you, Angel?” He pulls away, pushing me forward to break through the group of bodies Quinn is navigating us through. He lets my neck go, nudging my head forward with his nose as he finds my ear and whispers deeply, “Tell me, is that cunt of yours just as ready as your mouth is to please me?”
I bite down on my lip, going molten at his words. “For you?” I ask, chancing a look back over my shoulder. “Always.”
Something flickers through his gaze as he stares down at me. Not desire, not desperation. Something deeper. But before I can evaluate it further, Quinn is pulling on my hand again and leading us through the next set of writhing bodies. I face forward as Aamon’s arms wrap around my waist and toys with the seam of my dress, tickling my thighs in the process.
I sigh deeply, closing my eyes for the briefest of moments to steady the cascade of emotions threatening to take over me. When I open them again, it’s not Quinn I see as he steadily leads us through the throng of people. It’s not strangers filling the crimson-lit hall.
No, my eyes lock on something else entirely. Something warm and familiar and needful. I would recognize those moonlit orbs anywhere. Standing a mere four strides away is Sterling, with Zeke wrapped around him from behind, kissing on his neck.
The world around me is drowned out by the feel of his eyes on me. He sees me first, then Quinn. Then Aamon. And the way his face drops in anguish is like a punch to the gut. I want to run to him, want to tell him how much I want him. Need him. Beg him to join us.
Then Zeke wraps a hand around to his front, stroking Sterling through his jeans, and the vision in my head of the four of us together morphs into five. I snap my mouth shut, swallowing around the lump in my throat and reprimanding myself for thinking of Zeke in that way,especially after everything he voiced to me today. All that will bring is more pain and disappointment. And I’m currently enveloped between two males who are more than giving with their attention, with another just a few paces away that wants me so badly I’m nearly falling to my knees with the intensity in his eyes.
I don’t need Zeke too.
But before I can make a move, before I can snap myself out of whatever trance Sterling has enveloped me in, Quinn is pulling me into a room, Aamon clicking the door shut behind us. Quinn spins, pushing me back against Aamon and the three of us press against the door as Quinn’s lips crash into mine.
“Fuck, Angel. I haven’t seen Quinn this desperate in a long time.” Aamon chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. “You might put the other girls out permanently."
Quinn breaks away, breathless, as he fixes his gaze on Aamon. “Now, don’t go giving our girl the wrong impression of me, Aamon. There’s plenty of me to go around,” Quinn says through gritted teeth. And while he’s trying to maintain that nonchalant tone he loves so much, I can sense the irritation in his words.
But all that's echoing in my mind is Quinn's words.Our girl.
“What about Sterling?” I ask tentatively, nervous to smother the energy in the air.
“He’ll be along shortly,” Aamon assures me, nudging the three of us deeper into the room. I don’t know how he could possibly know that, but there’s no time to press him further because his fingers are wrapping around my leather jacket and stripping it off of me.
I squeak at the sudden exposure, the sound growing louder when Quinn reaches down to pluck the hem of my dress and pull it up so that my ass is hanging out.
Aamon drops the jacket on the floor at my feet, his hands instantly at the back of my dress to undo the corset ties while Quinn palms my ass. I can’t even protest, trapped between them. Because despite the nerves steadily building inside me, I want this. I asked for this. And damn am I excited to see what they have in store for me tonight.
Quinn sinks to his knees, his hands sliding down the sides of my legs until they land at my boots. He keeps his eyes on mine as he makes quick work of untying them, slipping one off and then the other. He lingers for only a moment, eyes darting to the apex of my thighs, as if he can’t contain his hunger. But to my surprise, he doesn’t act on his urges. Instead, he rises with ease until we're face to face once more, a wicked smirk dancing across his lips as his eyes rake over my features.
A moment later and my dress is on the floor beside my jacket, leaving me in nothing but my fishnets. My hands fly to my breasts to cling to what small sliver of decency I have left, but Quinn wraps his fingers around the crookof my elbow and pulls me back to the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. When Aamon’s presence doesn’t follow, I whip around to find him. He’s stalking over to the edge of the room, moving like a predator through the shadows. It’s not till his hand lands on the armrest, his fingers dancing over the cushy velvet, that I notice the chair. No, not a chair. A damnthrone.
“I think our fearless leader would like to play a little game tonight,” Quinn whispers in my ear, fingers toying with my wrists. Coaxed by his sultry words, I drop my hands, revealing myself fully to them.
