Page 80 of Sweet Torment

“Never,” I promise.

“Come with me.”

She sucks on my neck as her body tightens around mine so perfectly I can’t hold back anymore. My knot expands inside her, locking us together as I pulse into her. She moans and shakes as I fill her up, her body milking me and pulling me deeper. I grunt as it continues to spurt out in long, hot streams. The thought of her filled to the brim with me is enough to get me drunk on possessiveness.

I finally still against her, her name a prayer on my lips, my forehead pressed to hers. We lie there afterward, tangled together on the kitchen floor, my heart pounding against hers. I continue to sheild her as much as possible from the camera’s view, though it’s too late. The oven timer beeps insistently in the background, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not yet. Not when she feels so perfect in my arms.

“That was...” she starts, then laughs softly as a soft purr vibrates from her body into mine. “I don’t even have words.”

She is purring for me. “Me neither.”

She traces patterns on my chest, her touch feather-light. I could stay like this forever. “I love you,” I murmur into her hair.

The front door opens. Footsteps. Voices. Reality intruding on our bubble. Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“What the fuck happened in here?” Owen’s voice, loud and outraged, cuts through the kitchen.

Bianca giggles into my neck, the sound so carefree it makes my chest ache. She ignores Owen completely, her fingers still tracing patterns on my skin.

“Oh hell.” Tristan throws a blanket over us.

I look up to see all three of them standing around us, taking in the scene with varying degrees of shock, arousal, and pure jealousy. The unmistakable smell of sex and lasagna thick in the air.

“We made dinner,” Bianca finally answers Owen, her voice light and teasing.

Then she laughs—this gorgeous, unrestrained sound that bubbles up from deep in her chest—and I can’t help but join her, even with Weller’s eyes drilling into me.

“You’re such an amazing lover, Freddie,” she sighs, her voice still a little breathless and dreamy.

The energy in the room shifts instantly. I feel like strutting around like a goddamn rooster. This day just keeps on getting better.

Tristan makes a choking sound. “Freddie? An amazing lover?” His voice is strained, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

I can’t help the smug smile that spreads across my face. Sue me.

Bianca doesn’t even glance at him as she answers, her eyes locked on mine like I’m the only person in the room. “Yes, an amazing lover.” Her finger traces the line of my jaw. “What do you want me to say? That he fucked me so good I’m pretty sure I drooled a little? Because that is true too.”

Jesus Christ. My knot twitches inside her and I’m absolutely interested again. I can feel her body respond to it, a subtle clench that has me biting the inside of my cheek.

“Or was I supposed to say something else, Trissy?” Bianca asks innocently, but there’s nothing innocent about the wicked glint in her eyes.

Trissy. Why do I think he’ll fucking love that?

“I love your dirty but very pretty little mouth,” Tristan says, his voice dropping to that velvet tone that usually means trouble. “And if Weller wasn’t about to pop a gasket, I’d come show you how much I missed you today.”

I can feel Bianca’s heartbeat quicken against my chest. She likes that. A lot.

Owen steps closer, his scent sharp with irritation. “Princess, is this some kind of punishment for not letting you come today?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Not everything is about you, Owen.”

She’s enjoying this. I duck my head close and nip at her ear. “Do you want them to beat me up or something?”

Weller’s jaw ticks. He says nothing, but his eyes track every point of contact between Bianca and me, even though most of us is covered by Tristan’s hastily thrown blanket.

Bianca leans forward and presses her lips to mine in a kiss that’s anything but innocent. Her tongue slides against mine, hot and demanding, and she moans into my mouth. I can’t help the low growl that rumbles up from my chest, my hands instinctively tightening around her body.

That triggers answering rumbles from the others. Bianca pulls back with a delighted giggle. Her lips are swollen and red, curved into the prettiest damn smile I’ve ever seen.