Page 148 of Enchanted

“Listen to you,” I growled as I continued to rail into him from behind. “Making all this noise, knowing you’re in a house full of angels with supernatural hearing. You want them to hear, don’t you?”

Ethan gave a low moan, his arms shaking where he was holding himself up against the wall. Sweat and oil covered both our bodies, the empty oil bottle a few feet away. That was what got us into this mess in the first place.

We’d been about to begin the shoot Sam insisted we needed. Apparently there’d been more demand for Ethan’s photos of me than either of them had anticipated. But then Ethan had agreed to my suggestion that he finally be the one to rub oil into my chest. One thing had led to another, and then…

“Harder,” Ethan panted, lifting his mouth away from my palm. “Make me feel it, Rami.”

I obliged him, as if I could refuse Ethan anything, fucking him so hard that a painting on the wall started to rattle. “Everyone knows what we’re doing, Eth. I bet they’re all out there now, listening to you wail on my cock, knowing it’s me making you feel so good.”

They better fucking not be, if they knew what was good for them. I’d remove their ears if they needed the reminder in the future. But Ethan did love the fantasy.

As did I.

Still, there was no guarantee of how long we’d be undisturbed for, especially given we were expecting to be joined by some of the others soon. Technically, we were breaking the house rule of no fucking in public areas, but I wasn’t too worried. Only this morning, Nate had busted Noah and Jeremiah going at it in the utility room.

“Come for me, baby,” I said, as he stroked his cock urgently. “Let them hear you.”

Like he’d been waiting for my command, Ethan tensed up, his teeth sinking back into my palm as he came. His pleasure shot through the bond, taking me along with him.

“Fucking hell,” Ethan wheezed as I eased out of him. “You don’t think anyone actually heard that, do you?”

I kissed the back of his neck before reaching down for my shirt to clean it up. “Nah. And if they did, I’ll cut their tongues out if they say anything.”

“Please don’t.” Ethan shuddered. “I’m still not over Theo breaking Nate’s neck this morning.”

My nostrils flared. The two of them had been fighting worse than ever, and Theo had killed Nate while we were all sat eating breakfast. He’d hightailed it out of here immediately after, but when I got my hands on him, I was going to throttle him for doing it in front of Ethan and Sam.

If Ezekiel didn’t get to him first.

“I wish I could tell you it’s not a frequent occurrence, but that’d be a lie,” I said gloomily. “Do you want to go get cleaned up before the others join us?”

Ethan nodded, darting out of the room. I tucked myself away, then ducked into the attached bathroom to wash my hands. Ethan and Sam had announced that offering photos of the other Seraphim would be good for both their businesses. As much as I hated the thought of my family, namely the twins, posing for my mate, I wasn’t about to stifle his income.

But I was going to supervise. Closely.

The door opened and Nate walked in, closely followed by Noah and Jeremiah. Nate wrinkled his nose in disdain. “Gross. It smells like sex in here.”

I bit back a groan as Ethan returned just in time to hear his comment. He flushed as red as his hair, embarrassment filling the bond.

“Nice,” I said, glaring at Nate. “Are you determined to make everyone feel as pissed off as you are?”

He shrugged, stripping off his shirt. “Misery loves company.”

“I’m going to go ahead and say that’s not true,” Noah muttered before smiling at Ethan. “Did you want to start with individual shots or me and Jeremiah together?”

“I think we’ll start with Nate, if that’s okay?” he said delicately. I bit back my smirk. Ethan was about as done with Nate’s grumpy attitude as everyone else was, but far too polite to show it. I gave him another month before he was giving Nate as much shit as the rest of us did. “Then we’ll get to you two.”

“Where’s Theo?” Jeremiah asked as Nate stalked towards the chair Ethan gestured to. Really, the two of them didn’t need to be here until later, but we’d figured the more of us here with Nate in this mood, the better. “Is everything okay with you guys now?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Nate all but growled.

Noah raised a brow, probably contemplating smiting Nate for taking that tone with his mate. “Jeremiah’s just concerned, Nathaniel. We all are.”

Nate ignored him, pointedly turning to face Ethan. “How do you want me?”

There was none of the flirtation in his tone, not like when I’d asked Ethan the same question during similar circumstances all those weeks ago. Which was good, because Nate was already asking for a beating.

Ethan talked him through how to position himself before lifting the camera. “I want you to stare off into the distance. Moodily. Perfect.”