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Gabriel sets the bottle in motion with a flourish. The horror of my meeting with Constantine and what I agreed to forgotten as we let ourselves be swept away in the fantasy that we’re perfectly ordinary teenagers with normal problems and overactive hormones.
The bottle spins and spins and Noah’s face pinches with terror at the thought it might land on him, but the gods smile on him because it skids to a stop pointing at me.
Excellent.
“My turn to kiss Claudia,” Gabriel grins. I roll over to kiss him, but instead of meeting my lips with his, he drops to his knees. His fingers slide up my legs to tug at my underwear.
“What are you doing?”
Gabe grins that perfect, chaotic grin as he pushes me back into the chair and slides my underwear down my legs, pushing my dress up around my thighs. The cool air hits my exposed pussy, dancing across that sensitive skin. I breathe hard, trying to control my racing heart.
His pagan scent hits me then, all tangled with the bracing heat of an Emerald Beach evening. I know I’m in for something magical.
“I never said anything about kissing your lips,” Gabriel whispers as he buries his face between my legs.
He’s slow, languid, making sure I feel every movement of his tongue as he drags it over my clit and teases my entrance. It’s the same way he kisses me on the lips sometimes, taking his time, knowing he has the power to drive me absolutely wild. Gabe takes nothing for himself but the joy of serving me, of worshipping me. And what girl doesn’t love a little worship, especially when it’s Gabriel Fallen’s tongue circling her clit with aching deliberation.
I roll my hips toward him, trying to make him go faster, chasing the heat pooling in my stomach. My veins are soaked in wine, heated to boiling point by the dry desert air.
It’s been driving me insane not to have that glorious cock inside me lately, that piercing rubbing me in all the right places. But I’m not going to complain when he’s rolling the ball in his tongue stud over my clit, burning away his heat with the coolness of it before dancing with his tongue.
The orgasm creeps up on me with stealth, the way Cali surprised us by leaping down from the ceiling. One moment I’m enjoying the swell of heat in the pit of my stomach, the wet glide of Gabe’s tongue on my clit, and the next I’m lifted off the chair by the force of pleasure slamming into me.
I pull my legs to my chest. Gabe pushes them back down, holding me open so I have no choice but to ride my orgasm, to feel everything – every stroke of his tongue, every flick of that evil, evil stud.
My scream wakes the lion in the swimming pool. He roars along with me, calling for his own reckoning. His pain rumbles deep in my belly, drawing up something deep and primal inside me that has me clinging to Gabriel long after the last flush leaves my body.
Gabriel leans back and hands me the bottle. “Your turn now.” His voice sounds a little ragged.
“Are we still playing?” I whisper, my body humming from the orgasm.
“Fuck yes.” Noah’s eyes are dark storms.
I set the bottle down and spin. There’s a heaviness in the air as we all watch it, knowing that wherever it’s going to land, this night has already been given over to sin and debauchery.
It lands on Noah.
“Come here,” he demands, leaning back in his chair, his legs manspreading, his arm dangling carelessly over the arm to reveal an inch of tattooed flesh beneath the white cuff. In his pinstriped suit and slicked hair, he’s every bit the dangerous gangster. I lick my lips and crawl toward him, climbing into his lap and straddling him. My dress rucks up around my stomach, and my wet, naked pussy grinds against his thigh. Noah groans as his hands slide up my back to cup my exposed ass.
Gabriel settles back into the lounger. He drapes his body in that easy way of his, but I can tell from the crease between his eyebrows that it’s taking all his self-control not to join in with whatever Noah has planned. Maybe it’s just the rules of the game, but I admire his self-control right now. Restraint is not exactly what Gabriel is known for.
Eli leans forward, his pretty eyes hooded with need. His fingers wrap around the remaining bottle of wine, drumming an agitated rhythm on the glass.
Noah reaches up, grabs me behind the neck, and pulls my head onto his, punching the air from my lungs with the force of his need. I love the way he takes control like this, laying those huge hands over my tiny body, manhandling me until I’m completely under his spell. We both know that I’m the one with all the power, but the way he dominates feels so protective, so safe.
This kiss… it’s laced with the tension and danger we carried into Constantine’s lair with us. Kissing Noah makes the blood rush in my veins, the same way it did when I had Cali under my power. There’s a sense that we walk a knife-edge, that either of us might lose control at any moment, that fighting and fucking this incredible man are one and the same.
I fumble with Noah’s fly, desperate to feel the heat of him. He lifts me easily as he pushes his pants and boxers over his hips, exposing his hard rod. I fist him, stroking my hand down his shaft until he bites my lip with a moan. His eyes roll back in his head, and the power shifts back to me.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growls, thrusting his hand between my legs and shoving two fingers inside me. I yelp as he rubs against my G-spot – none of Gabriel’s leisurely pace; this is hard, fast, evil. He’s trying to get back at me for blindsiding him earlier. He’ll drag an orgasm from me whether I want it or not. I sink my teeth into his lip as I stroke him harder, squeezing my hand so tight I half expect him to pop.
Fucking and fighting.
That’s us. That’s who we are.
We growl and thrust and grind and bite until I can’t fucking take it a moment longer, and I come on his fingers. My walls contract around him as my whole body shudders and jerks. Noah flashes me that rare dark smile of his, the one I thought I might never see again after Grace’s death.
“I’d slap that smirk off your face if I could move,” I murmur as I grip his shoulders. My legs don’t work anymore. He’s the only thing holding me upright.
