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Both Caelan and Elias have kissed me plenty before, and I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed it, but those kisses were on a scale from affectionate to pure lust and need. I’ve never doubted they want me physically.
But passionately? That’s new.
It makes my heart ache, and I can’t even place why. I don’twantto because that’s the last thing I have the mental capacity to consider when Elias’ tongue is inside my mouth doing the most deliciously sinful things, and my brain feels like it’s short-circuiting. Everything I’ve been trying to hold back, all the arousal at the thought of the things we could do together, comes flooding back.
Oh, God.
“Elias.” I moan. “Elias, please…”
My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, kissing him back with equal intensity. I rock in his lap, trying to grind down, but Elias growls, tightening his grip on my hip to stop me.
He lets the kiss linger a moment longer, then draws back with a terse sigh. “Meeting,” he says.
“Fuck.”
Elias huffs a short laugh of agreement, somewhere between amusement and annoyance. The latter isn’t directed at me, though, just the situation in general.
He picks me up and places me on the bed next to Caelan, doing his best to smooth his suit down. “I was planning to shower before leaving, but unfortunately, our discussion took longer than anticipated.”
“Sorry—” I begin.
“Don’t be. Time much better spent.” He turns his attention to Caelan. “Treat her well,” is all he says.
“Oh, I will.” Caelan purrs.
“We may have slightly different definitions of ‘well,’” I mutter under my breath. Even though that was the whole point of such a long, in-depth conversation, so wedidn’thave different definitions of it. But the opportunity for snark was too good to pass up, and Caelan laughs.
Elias kisses me again, briefly but no less hotly, then does the same to Caelan before nodding curtly and abruptly storming out the door.
Caelan’s grinning like there’s no tomorrow. “Hoo boy, I do not envy the execs having to deal withthat,” he says. “You probably shouldn’t have wound him up like that right before leaving.”
“Firstly, that was in no way my fault.Hekissedme. Secondly, you would have absolutely done the same thing, and on purpose. Don’t even try to deny it.”
He doesn’t. He just laughs and swings his leg over my lap, lightly shoving me back down onto the bed. His smile shifts from one of amusement to something far more predatory, and it makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Just you and me, doll.” He takes the zipper of my dress and slowly drags it down, never taking his eyes from mine. “So, tell me. What do you want to do?”
ChapterNine
What do I want to do?
That’s cute. He knows. We both know.
“Caelan—” I cut off into a moan as he rolls his hips against mine, and I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. It seems I’m not the only one who got a little too interested in the things we were talking about.
It’s almost tempting to forget all the kink talk and negotiation and just fuck him right here and now. But at the same time…
“I want to try it. The knife-play thing. Please,” I murmur.
He brushes his fingers along my jaw, then trails them down the newly exposed skin revealed by my unzipped dress. The tips of his clawed fingernails graze between my breasts and down to my stomach. Even that much sensation is enough to make me shiver, hairs rising on my arms. It has me imagining what it would be like with the tip of a knife. I want that, the threat of it, the bite of the blade digging into me.
It’s kind of messed up if I think about it too much—more than kind of. The first time I saw Caelan in one of Goëtica’s music videos, andmanytimes after, he’d murdered and tortured people with that knife. Just actors. Just for show. Yet, at the same time, I have no doubt he’s done all of it for real before. Maybe before he was trapped here. Maybe since.
He could have used that knife to kill people, and I’m still here getting turned on at the thought of him fucking me while he holds the blade against my throat.
It’s the thrill of it, the idea of fear laced with excitement, pain blurring with pleasure. Being at his mercy. Knowing what he’s capable of but still trusting him not to push me further than I can handle, all caution and better judgment thrown to the wind.
When he kisses me, it’s every bit as heated and needy as the kiss I shared with Elias.
