“Not ready to let you go, though,” Thay glared, tossing the black backpack next to my thigh.
“Yeah,” Wolfe said with a wink and something else easing in his expression. “I heard that, too.”
I eyed them both from the center of the mattress, attempting to connect our messy dots into some sort of shape, but nothing formed inside me. It was just gravity, pieces of me pulling from all parts of them.
“Shhh,” Wolfe soothed, trailing his rugged gaze down the arc of my thigh as he stroked himself. I gulped, leaning into the sparkles of wind breezing across my core. “I am going to enjoy watching Threx unmake you.”
My attention shifted left to the shadow at the end of the bed, and the way his silhouette carved into the darkness. There was no denying that Thay was beautiful, tragic in all the ways you want to hold in your mouth. From his warm skin to the ink playing along his valleys, every bit of him was muscle and death. And yet, his body was merely a cage for all those dark, violent things that created us.
But it wasn’t him.
What I wanted was underneath.
The air moved when Thay dropped to the mattress, crawling over me to trap me in the flex of his forearms. Goddamn. The way the vein popped from his wrist made me want to lick and bite, yet I knew better than to lean into my impulses while his gaze went searching.
My lips parted when he angled my neck, thumbing my pulse before falling to my collarbone. Thay’s fingers were rough, calloused, and I loved the way they bruised.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he took the center of my bra and pulled it apart, releasing my breast in a shivering release.
“Mmmh,” he groaned, ghosting over my nipple with the heat of his mouth before palming the sensitive skin underneath. This man had seen my body in all ways, and yet each time he touched me, it came to life.
“Of all the art on your body, this is my favorite,” his tongue licked over three freckles that played at the side of my left breast. “It’s so pretty how they wreak havoc across your perfect skin.”
I watched him tilt his head at the tiny triangle.
“Like tiny bits of anarchy,” he praised, dropping his mouth into three breathy kisses before meeting my eyes. “Lift your tits and stay still.”
My brows met in confusion when Thay dumped out the contents of the gray backpack onto my mattress. It was the tattoo gun he stored at my apartment, which he lovingly referred to as “the machine,” needles, tiny caps of black ink, and the exact brand of condoms I kept in my nightstand back in Seattle.
“Were you at my place?” I looked up at him when he rose, straddling my hips while he rested his knees on either side of my body.
“More or less,” he commented, grabbing the machine and loading the needles into place. He went for a condom, but I knocked it from his hand.
Thay stilled.
“You want my cum inside you, babe?” he asked, peering down at me from the night sky.
“Have you ever put it in somebody else?” I wondered, but didn’t care whether he said yes or no. I couldn’t take one more layer separating him from me.
“What are you talking about?” he smiled. “We both know that I’ve never slept with anyone but you.”
“I am serious,” I panted, watching the way his expression dimmed with a kind of darkness most would run from.
“So am I,” he rasped softly, lurching forward just enough to show his teeth. “Any man can stick their dick in a hole, Daph. It doesn’t make the holes real. And it sure as fuck doesn’t make them you.”
A sparkle of light hit my tongue.
“But no. You’re the only one I’ve ever fucked all my stars into.”
I scratched his chest, wanting to break, needing him closer.
“Thay, what are you…” The words faded when he took the cap of ink and hunkered lower, the tip of his length pressing past my entrance.
I arched my back, lifting when the overwhelming sensation of him filled me.
“Daphne,” his eyes flashed when he rocked his hips. Thay was massive, and he loved to watch me squirm. “Do not move. Hold your breast and stay still,” he breathed in a velvet warning against my cheek. “Or I’ll fuck this all up.”
I whimpered, the edges of my vision going limp.
