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I stagger to my feet, smiling at them both. The air between them is different now, thick and warm but much less spiky. Finlay seems oddly subdued in Luke’s presence.
“And may I say…” Luke leans over to him, his mouth close to Finlay’s blood-streaked ear. “You have never looked better, wet with the blood of my enemy.”
My breath catches in my throat. Something about Luke’s deep voice sends heat creeping into my cheeks. There’s no denying that dark, sultry tone, and I watch in fascination as Luke’s onyx-black eyes spark with unwholesome thoughts. Finlay, however, seems to have swallowed his tongue. Shocked into saying nothing, he inspects Luke’s face carefully as though this could be a test. But no mocking laughter follows and Luke doesn’t move away from him.
“This…” Finlay breathes. “Thisis whit gets ye aff? The ‘blood o’ yer enemies’?” He releases a short, stunned laugh. “I always knew ye were a sick freak deep doon, Lucas Milton. Nae amount o’ Bible study can make up for it.”
Luke’s eyes flash, black glitter in the low light. “You saved me,” Luke corrects. “Thatturns me on.” And before I know what’s happening, Luke presses his mouth to Finlay’s in a searing, filthy kiss. My jaw swings open — and Finlay’s does too, instantly deepening the kiss, with Finlay clutching desperately at the back of Luke’s dark head. Luke strokes approvingly at Finlay’s flushed, bloodstained cheeks, and, if anything, this seems to turn Luke on more, their kiss feverish with dirt and Luke’s complete absence of guilt.
“God, Luke, ye’re insane,” Finlay whines against plush lips, words captured and engulfed by Luke’s searching tongue. Despite myself, despite tonight, I still manage to feel the hot fingers of arousal teasing at my core. “It’s aye the fuckin’ quiet ones.”
We could have died, I reason, my mind aflame. But now we’re alive. We’re sofuckingalive. I stare in awe at both of them, refusing to let my gaze drift to the man in the corner.
“I will not be seeing you for a long time, most likely,” Luke remarks, breathless, his fingers molding the curves of Finlay’s jaw as if committing it to memory. “I know, perhaps, that this is a tad…unorthodox… but I had to inform you where we both stand.”
“Unorthodox,” Finlay repeats faintly, with a glance at the dead man behind us, at the hallway running with his blood. “Aye, there’s a word.”
Luke turns his head in my direction, reaching to take my hand. “I wish more than anything for us to be together again,” he whispers, words I’d always assumed he’d be too proud to say, as he laces his fingers securely between mine. I grip his hand tightly, feeling like I’m falling. “I dream of our island every night.” Finlay’s mouth is on autopilot, skimming the smooth ebony column of Luke’s neck, smearing blood across Luke’s noble jaw like war paint. With a crooked smile, Luke pins me with his hot, hungry gaze and murmurs, “I dream of you, always.” His eyes flare with lust when his gaze slides to Finlay. “And your mouth.”
“You’re missed,” I murmur, and Luke nods, raising the back of my hand to his sweet, caressing lips. His eyes are fascinatingly lightless at the touch, with none of the gentle kindness I’ve come to know. They’re black with longing, pupils shrouding irises, and it reminds me of being with him in the Lochkelvin forest at Samhain, when the demons from his mind took control of his desire and transformed him into a dangerous beast. I swallow, thinking out loud, and ask, “How much time have we got?”
Luke’s eyes flash with understanding. “I don’t know. Not long. MacKechnie will likely want me settled before sunrise.”
I deliberately ignore the body in the corner, shucking off my fluffy robe to reveal the white nightdress underneath. “Be with us then,” I whisper to Luke, whose face strains with want. My heart is hammering. I can’t afford to lose him again. I can’t not be with him for weeks and months again. “How much action could you have had, all alone for two months?”
“None at all. Not even my hand. Mack says it’s the kind of thing that addles a young man’s mind…” Luke drifts across to me as though enchanted, and I slowly raise my hem until it caresses my upper thighs. His fingers trace the outline of my body as Finlay continues feasting on his neck. “Yet I find when it comes to you… my mind was addled long ago.”
Luke claims my lips in a powerful kiss, pushing me up against the wall. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, kissing Luke back with equal desperation. It’s been too long. When I cry aloud, rocking my hips against him, he captures my mouth hotly against his. I’ve missed him, my sullen, melancholic prince, and I’ve missedthis. Us together feels like Heaven opening up, like being engulfed by the wings of angels. And still Finlay laps eagerly, vampirically, at his pulse point, his mouth moving down Luke’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave bite marks with his teeth — testaments to their twisted love.
With a dark grin, Luke presses a foot between mine, separating my greedy, grinding legs. A strangled moan escapes my lips as he denies me the solace that I crave. When Luke’s fingers paint bright scarlet blood on my cheeks, I stop breathing. It’s horrific. It’s primal. This is just like in the forest, when he’d been more prick than prince, more monster than man. This —this— is what he keeps locked beneath the gloss of royalty and diplomacy. A man turned on by blood and vengeance, by cruelty as a sport, by seeing me desecrated for his pleasure and gain.
By being alive.
Luke’s cock thrusts against me, a thick weight against my spread thighs. The heat from his body burns me as much as the sharpness of his blackening eyes. I lean back against the wall as I try to control my breathing. If he ever stops touching me, I think I may explode.
“Luke…” I gasp out, his name a benediction trembling on my tongue.
The silk of his pajamas caresses my flushed, naked skin, and I lean into him, hungering for the hardened bar beneath the sweet slippery fabric. It’s messy, obscene. It’s like the time I licked cake from his mouth and frosting from his skin, but now the foodstuff isme, the delicacy being served up isme, and I shine beneath the slickness of his hot, wet tongue, the trails of his saliva on me like the glisten of melting sugar.
“MacKechnie won’t—?” I begin, but Luke silences my mouth with another blinding kiss.
“Mack knows what we’re like,” he murmurs cagily, lips against lips, and tosses his shirt aside. “He’ll give us this. He has no choice.”
The fact we’re doing this in front of a dead man should be sick. It should be vile. But at that moment, raw and needy, it’s as if we’re united by ties we cannot see, by the traumas we’ll never recall. We sparkle. We’re controlled by a force greater than us, like we’re the chosen ones, elevated with light and flooded with the twin requisites of love and life. For us to hold back our love would be to dim the very essence of the life we’ve only just victoriously reclaimed. Life is for living, and this is us daring to push past self-inflicted limits to a world rich in the beyond with new possibilities, where we make a fool of death with this unholy union, where love is the answer and sex is the means.
Luke’s fingers explore my entrance, tracing my pink wet folds. Blood rushes through my veins. His lips hover over mine, warm breath fanning across my flushed cheeks, and he murmurs, “Can I be inside you?”
I nod, unable to speak, my fingernails digging into the firm muscles of his back. My attention is caught on Finlay, his tongue sweeping hotly across the blades of Luke’s shoulders as he lavishes every inch of his king. Finlay’s strong hands grip Luke’s waist, and he positions himself like a shield behind Luke.
“You callmea sick freak,” Luke mutters against my throat, his words directed at Finlay, “and yet here you are getting off on me right now. I can feel you, you know. How hard you are.”
Finlay slides a silencing palm across Luke’s mouth, which I tear away in an instant, desperate for more of Luke’s soul-trembling kisses. Luke pushes into me, his lips colliding with the sweep of my nape, and as he plants a series of soft kisses on my skin, my stomach swoops with fire. His cock angles like stiffened steel against my needy, bare cunt, as Finlay rocks himself even deeper against Luke’s side.
“Shameless,” Luke murmurs, and it sounds like praise.
My fingers clench around the balls of Luke’s shoulders as he elevates me against the wall, pressing himself firmly against me. My legs wrap securely around his waist. I feel myself shaking in his arms as his hot breath ghosts against my neck, and I shiver. Luke lines his dark cock against me, guiding it gently against my cunt. He pushes me closer to the wall until my back is flush against it. The familiar sting of pain is glorious, and I hiss with pleasure as Luke’s thick cock slowly slices me apart.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him so much.
