“She sounded sad,” I say. “Like she was trying to keep her spirits up.”
Luca winces. “It’s better when she’s pissed. Sad Celine makes me?—”
“Homicidal.” Ciprian slams the moisturizer bottle down on the counter next to the broken toothbrush holder, knocking a piece into the bowl of the sink. He grabs the shardand winces theatrically. “Oops, I’ve cut myself. Oh no.” He looks at me and pouts. “Fix it for me, Ali... Please?”
His blood smells rich and spicy, and the bright red dot beading on the tip of his index finger is impossible to ignore. I should hand him a Band-Aid and walk away, but I can’t, because they’re right. I am thirsty, and I crave Ciprian’s blood as much as Celine’s.
My hand darts out, grabbing his wrist and bringing his cut finger to my lips. “You should be more careful.” I lick the wound. “You might hurt yourself.” Drawing his finger into my mouth, I suck gently, barely stifling a moan.
“Why is that so hot?” Luca mutters, hoisting Ciprian onto the bathroom counter, then closing in behind me to force me between Ciprian’s legs. “Go on, Ali. Take a real bite. We all need to let off some steam.”
They planned this. I know when I’m being managed, but Luca sounds almost as desperate as I feel. My heart pumps pure heat, lava replacing the blood in my veins. Suddenly, maintaining my cool isn’t nearly as important as it was a few minutes ago.
Ciprian yanks my shirt off. His chest is warm against mine, and with Luca pressed against my back, I’m surrounded in the best way. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I do need to let off some steam.
“Tell me if I’m too much,” I whisper. “You’ve got to promise me. Both of you. I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” Admitting my worry exposes me, but neither of them makes it a big deal.
“Of course.”
“We’ll tell you. I promise.” Ciprian grabs my face and guides my mouth to his. He smells like the stuff he put on his face, but underneath the mild herbal scent, he smells like himself. And I want more.
My kiss is rough. Challenging. Demanding. I take what I wantfrom him. My tongue plunges into his mouth and calls for his surrender. He doesn’t give it to me. No, he’s determined to tease me instead.
One of his hands drops from my face to my neck, and he uses his grip to tug me away. Then he kisses Luca over my shoulder, giving him the sweet, submissive kiss he denied me. I hiss, fury rolling through me. I’m not jealous. Not exactly. They’re both mine, but I can’t be teased right now. I’m too close to the edge.
My fangs sink into Ciprian’s shoulder, and he twitches against me, his hard cock digging into my belly. I savor the taste of his blood, drop one hand to his lower back, and slide the other inside his sweatpants.
He breaks the kiss with Luca and moans as I roll my thumb over the head of his cock. It doesn’t take long to make him mindless with pleasure. Ciprian sags against my chest, trembling from the dual stimulation of my bite and my touch.
I retract my fangs and lick the bite closed before he can come.
He deserves it for using Luca to taunt me.
Predictably, he doesn’t agree. “Fucking tease!” His voice is raspy. “I was right there.”
“Were you?” I lick my lips. “Maybe you can convince Luca to help you out. It didn’t seem like you needed me.”
Ciprian’s black eyes narrow, but there’s a glint of humor behind his annoyance. He’s not truly mad at me; he’s just frustrated, his hard cock desperate for relief.
Luca runs his hand over my ass. “I can give you both what you need,” he says, nibbling on the side of my neck. “Will you let me?”
With his hand on my ass, there’s no misunderstanding what he’s asking for. I’m not against it. I want Luca to stay as obsessed with me as I am with him.
Ciprian’s black eyes flash. He pulls my pants down and lines my cock up with his, stroking both slowly. “You want him inside you, Ali?”
I swallow and nod, thrusting into the hot tunnel of his hands.
“Yeah?” Luca asks. “No pressure, I promise.”
“I want you,” I say. “But be careful with that piercing of yours.”
He groans. “You’ll love it; I promise.”
Bloody hell, I think I believe him.
“There’s lube under the sink.” Ciprian kisses me again and hooks one hand around Luca’s neck, tugging him down for a kiss, too. For a solid minute, I watch them make out. This time, I’m not jealous. They look good with me in the middle.
I admitted that I felt violent. Told them I was struggling. They didn’t judge me, and now they’re trying to help. It’s nice to be heard. Nicer still to not be alone. For so long, I’ve been the beginning, middle, and end of every aspect of my life and business. I made decisions by myself for myself. I wasn’t miserable, but the depth of my loneliness... I can’t go back there.
