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In fact, it’s almost kind of tempting.
Elias has Caelan pinned to the floor, a knee planted in his back, and a hand around the back of Caelan’s neck. He’s not paying attention to me at all.
Somehow, I walk over and wrap my arms around Elias from behind, pulling him off Caelan.
Well, I attempt to pull him off. As if I could physically drag Elias anywhere. But I have the leverage right and, far more importantly, the element of surprise. It shifts Elias enough for Caelan to wriggle free.
There’s a moment of abrupt stillness as they both turn to stare at me in confusion.
Slowly, a wicked grin spreads over my face. This must be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I blurt out, “I want in.”
Elias raises an eyebrow, then a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. “Be careful, darling. You might not want to pick sides,” he says, a low purr in his voice, teasing, accepting me into the game.
“Or what?” I ask, only to yelp as he grasps each of my wrists. ThenI’mthe one pinned in place, up against one of the columns lining the room this time.
A shiver of arousal floods through me, rather than any kind of fear.
Caelan flips himself off the floor and, with Elias distracted, takes out Elias’ legs and shoves him. Elias growls and lets me go as he’s forced to focus on not stumbling.
Glancing at Caelan, I shoot him a grin, giggling, and we drag Elias down to the ground together. Somehow, I end up as the one straddled across Elias’ lap, pressing him down. Only I’m hardly enough to keep Elias there. He flips me over instead, and I find myself in a very familiar position beneath him.
I let him think he has me for a minute. Or maybe it’s more that I’m enjoying the moment too, squirming beneath him. Then I shift my legs and brace my feet, levering my hips up to throw him off.
It only works because he allows it to, going easy on me, letting me play along. I’m never going to get away, never going to win, but giving me a chance to struggle is much more fun.
Caelan tries to attack Elias from behind, but Elias grabs me and pulls me up with him. He spins me around dizzyingly, and I gasp as he pulls my arm behind my back with one hand, his other holding my throat. Like he’s holding me captive.
“I wouldn’t try anything, Caelan,” Elias says smoothly.
It’s enough to get Caelan to hesitate. He glances at me a moment, unsure.
I narrow my eyes at Caelan, a silent instruction to be ready. Then I hook my foot around the back of Elias’ knee and kick hard enough to make it buckle. Not the best move, given it makes both of us topple forward, but Elias releases me, and I stumble out of his grip, ending up at Caelan’s feet instead.
Caelan scoops me up in a bridal hold, and I yelp in protest.
“Oh, hey, was this your hostage?” Caelan asks with a wicked expression. He squeezes my shoulder in warning before throwing me directly and damn forcefully into Elias.
Elias, still regaining his balance, catches me, but at the expense of absorbing the force of it, slamming us back against the wall together.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, breathless and exhilarated. My heart is pounding in my ears, but I giggle delightedly. Elias only grunts.
I wriggle out of his grip to make room for Caelan to come in and take down Elias. But instead of going for Elias, Caelan wraps his arm around my waist.
Squeaking in mock betrayal, I squirm in his hold. Then, knowing it’s never going to work, I let all my weight drop. Caelan could hold me fine, and we both know it, but he’s being lenient. Same as Elias.
He lets me drag him down, grab his arm, and flip him forward over my shoulder.
A laugh bursts out of him. “You’re quite the troublemaker, ain’t ya?” he says, sprawled on the floor and grinning like he had every intention of being there.
I give him a triumphant smile in return and scramble back to my feet, only to turn and run straight into Elias. He grabs me, pulling me against him, face to face, his arm around my back like an iron vice.
“She really is.” Elias purrs.
The close contact immediately makes my face heat up. The length of his body is flush against mine, and he’s into this little game too. Iknewit. His growing hardness presses into my hip. Then his other hand slides down my thigh, and my breath catches.
“E-Elias…”
The idea of play-fighting slips from my mind. Some part of me knew from watching them that this was how their idea of a ‘fight’ ended. With the loser being pinned down and the winner—winners, plural, in this case—doing filthy things to them.
