“T-ten,” Ciprian sputters.
“And what time is it now?”
“Eight-ish.”
“Shower quickly,” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder at Luca and Celine. “And get back in bed. All of you.”
Ciprian licks his lips. “You can’t boss us around.”
“I can and I will,” I say. “You’ll be going to brunch freshly fucked, Casanell. You can’t expect any other outcome after telling me you claimed me in front of your mother.”
I’m perfectly calm, but Ciprian looks at me like I’m crazy. I hand him the soap and raise my eyebrows. “Time is wasting.”
The shower evacuatesin record time—five minutes tops—but it’s too long. I want them. I want us. And I’m uninterested in delays or excuses.
I’m hungry. Craving three unique flavors only they can satisfy. And there’s no need to hold back anymore. No more secrets stand between us. There are no more lies to maintain.
I lick my lips, surveying the endless curves and muscles on display. They’re mine to explore, and that’s only the beginning. I want to claim them. Forever. And it’s got nothing to do with the blood circle.
Luca drops Celine on the bed.
She arches her back, putting her tits on display. She’s confident. Too confident. I want her fingers spasming around the sheets, grasping desperately for something to anchor her to reality.
“Eat her,” I tell Ciprian.
He rolls his eyes at me, but crawls up the bed, the muscles in his back bunching and flexing as he bypasses her pussy to kiss her grinning mouth. “I would tell him to mind his own business, hot wings, except it’s a damn good idea.”
He reverses course, kissing his way down her body and paying special attention to the swell of her breasts and inner thighs.
Celine’s legs creep open, demanding more without once opening her mouth.
“Fuck brunch,” Ciprian groans. “I’d rather eat you all day.”
Celine gasps as his tongue darts out. “I’m sure your mom would think that’s a valid excuse.”
He props his chin on her thigh and scowls. “Let’s not bring her up again, okay?”
Celine yawns dramatically, covering her mouthwith her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve got nothing better to think about.”
Ciprian can’t handle her goading. He should make her beg. Instead, he buries two fingers inside her and wraps his lips around her clit.Too easy. She didn’t even have to try.
Luca moves to join them, and I intercept him, shoving him down beside Celine. He glances between the two of them and me, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face.
“You look like you want to play games, Ali.” Luca wraps his fingers around his cock and rolls his thumb over his piercing. I track the movement, jealousy driving me to knock his hand away and replace it with my own.
“I touch you,” I growl. “You don’t touch yourself.”
Luca’s eyes flash yellow. “Or what?”
I drop my head and lick the tip of his leaking cock. “Or you don’t get to come.”
I want him to give in. Fuck, I need it. I won’t be satisfied unless all three of them are sprawled on the bed, too spent to get up. Before Luca can argue, I swallow him down, tracing the thick, pulsing vein on his cock with my tongue.
His fingers drop to my hair, the touch surprisingly gentle. I pull off his dick, wrap my fingers around it, and lick lower, rimming his ass.
Luca gasps. I go slowly, focusing on the sounds he makes as I explore him while jerking him off. I need him squirming beneath me, desperate and wild. He can yank my hair out by the roots if he wants, as long as he doesn’t leave me.
I slide one finger inside him, and he stiffens.
