The urge to watch takes me bysurprise. His longing is intense. I can picture it clearly: Malach, shoving his hands down his pants as he torments himself with the thought of Celine, finally getting to have her after years of waiting.
“Fuck, I need to see his expression when he gets his first taste,” Ciprian says exactly what I’m thinking, and we all move. Clothes get discarded without thought as we gather around the bed—two on each side—to watch Malach kiss his way down Celine’s body.
My hand drifts to my cock. I’m painfully hard, but I’m not in a rush. From the corner of my eye, I see Luca playing with his piercing. I enjoy watching that, too. It’s fascinating, and he’s not shy about his pleasure, staring at Celine while he handles himself.
On the other side of the bed, Alistair moves behind Ciprian and wraps his long fingers around the demon’s cock. His red-eyed stare catches mine. There’s possessiveness in the expression, but he’s holding the aggression back: he loves showing off, and I’m beginning to realize I love to watch.
Celine spreads her legs to make room for Malach’s broad shoulders and props up on her elbows so she can watch, too. “You all look so good.”
If Malach is bothered by the fact that his first time eating Celine’s pussy has become a spectator event, he doesn’t show it. He’s fully focused on exploring every inch of her creamy skin.
I can’t blame him.
He reaches his goal, and we all suck in a collective breath.
Then his tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up her center. His moan is indecent. It cuts off in the middle when he buries his tongue inside her.
Celine rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and throws her head back. A pink flush rolls down her neck, extending all the way to her breasts. She’s a vision, and Malach, gods, Malach has found his life’s purpose.
Eyelashes fluttering, Celine looks from Malach’s headof curls buried between her legs to me, my hand pumping desperately; to Luca, flicking at that infernal bar; and finally, to Alistair and Ciprian. She breathes Malach’s name and buries her fingers in his hair. Her hips buck off the bed, and heat rolls through my belly.
Reluctantly, I drop my hand from my cock.
Watching her chase her orgasm is beautiful, but I’m not ready to come yet.
I need her; there’s no denying that. Being with her along with the others is important. Pivotal in a way I can’t fully articulate, even to myself.
And no one seems bothered by my appearance. They don’t stare, but I can’t help longing for the face. It was mine. I knew it the second Luca thrust that mirror in front of me.
Since I was a child training under Barthol, I’ve had complete control of my shift. The frustration of knowing the shape of my face and the color of my eyes while being barred from accessing them is indescribable.Without something else to focus on, I don’t think I could bear it.
Luca thinks it’s only a matter of time until the binding breaks. I’m not as sure. How can I destroy something I can’t see or sense? It’s not a piece of frayed rope I can snap in half or a door I can kick down—it just is.
A strangled moan rips me from my thoughts.
Celine arches her spine, and her mouth falls open as she comes. “Oh, fuck, yes!” She moans Malach’s name and uses her grip on his hair to pull his head away. His eyes are glassy. He looks dazed, as if he just got drunk for the first time.
It only takes Celine a few seconds to recover before she pounces, flipping Malach onto his back and swallowing his cock to the hilt. He gasps, and his big hands fist the sheets as she takes him apart. When she lifts her head, he drops his back against the pillows, breathing heavily—clearly grateful for the break.
Celine turns to me and Luca and licks her lips. “I want you both. At the same time.”
I nod, and Luca scrambles onto the end of the bed. One of his hands finds her hips, and the other guides his cock inside her.Damn.I’m on board with whatever Celine wants, but Luca moved so quickly that I’m the one left asking the awkward questions.
Shuffling to Luca’s side, I stroke Celine’s lower back, grazing the curve of her ass. “Where do you want me, darling?”
She traces the place where she’s already stretched around Luca’s cock and taps. “In here. With Luca.”
My face glitches, and the hitch in Luca’s thrusts betrays his own shock. “Okay, okay, baby, but we take it at your speed,” he says. “If it hurts at all, if you need us to slow down or anything, all you have to do is say so.”
Celine smirks and licks Malach from root to tip. “I’ll be fine.” She meets Luca’s next thrust and locks eyes with me. “Fuck me, Riven.”
There’s a challenge in her eyes that I’m helpless to ignore. Gods, I’m pathetic. There’s nothing in the universe I wouldn’t do for her, including sharing her pussy with a basilisk.
I step closer and tilt my head. My hip presses against Luca’s, but the angle isn’t right. I could reach her if I shift my dick to be enormous, but it would be freakish and unaesthetic, and I don’t like the idea of it at all.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Alistair snaps. “Luca, lay down—you’re the base. Celine, climb on top of Luca, facing him. Riven, you’ll kneel between Luca’s legs and slide in from behind.” His red stare shifts to Malach. “And you will stand behind Luca and fuck her mouth from the side. Do not put your bare feet on the clean pillows, or I’ll be forced to kill you.”
No one moves. We’re all too busy staring at him with varying expressions of shock. Ciprian chokes on a laugh.
