AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No. He just copped a feel.”
Ry’s gaze turned thunderous, his jaw cracking. He’d ground it together hard enough to shatter a molar, but Flynn’s disembodied voice snapped him out of his murderous thoughts.
“Well done, team. Ez, you especially. Nice swap,” Flynn congratulated, breaking the spell Ry and I were under.
Tristan hummed and gathered me closer, his erection pressing into my arse, then shifted his hands to my arms. His thumbs brushed the outside of my tits, slipping underneath the edge of my dress.
Ry’s gaze darkened. My nipples pebbled again, and I ground my arse against Tristan.
He whispered, “Feel that?”
Ry’s head snapped up to my man’s, and I shivered as they stared off, their intensity palpable.
“It’s for you.”
“Thanks,” Ezra responded, dragging us back on track once more. “Let’s hope we get what we’re after.”
“Let’s fuck,” I demanded, taking a step toward the door.
Between Tristan at my arse and Ry in front of me, burning up my retinas with his heated stare, I wanted to get naked and become the buffet dinner. But knowing Moragreiga was in the same room was a hell of a motivator to behave.
“I promised you a dance,” Tristan rumbled in my ear, his hot breath against my skin sending another ripple of desire through me.
Ry’s nostrils flared, but he stayed calm enough until a man took a glass off the tray. He shot him a murderous glare, and the guest scampered away.
Tristan’s silent chuckle vibrated against my back.
He led me in the direction of the empty dance floor, stopping only when we’d reached the centre. He took my hand and clasped it right above his heart, bringing me in close and sliding his other down to my arse, shamelessly slipping it below the plunging backline of my dress. He leaned in close and whispered, “That pig had his hands on you, kitten. He’s lucky he still has them attached to his body.”
“Distracted him though, didn’t it?” I challenged, loving the possessive glint in his gaze.
“Mmm, it did. But that’s not the point,” Tristan pushed.
I couldn’t see Ry, but I heard the growl of agreement he let loose. It was predatory, so very Ry.
Just the way I loved him.
Tristan spun me around and pulled me tight against his body. His hardness nestled in the curve at the small of my back again, his fingers digging into my hips. Ezra had returned to his post near the stage, directly in front of us. His gaze was locked on us, the rigid outline of his cock tenting his pants.
He ran his fingers town my arm, then lifted it, encouraging me to clasp his nape. Tangling my fingers in Tristan’s hair, I held on as he swivelled his hips. He moved me with him, and we swayed to our own beat. I could get lost doing this. Close my eyes and drift away, but I also loved the attention of the people openly staring at us. My cunt clenched. I wanted to be filled right there and then. I didn’t give a fuck who was looking.
I whimpered, and Tristan hummed. “You like that, my pretty little slut? Are you wet for us?”
I nodded, and Tristan splayed his hand over my belly before kissing my throat.
He spun around, turning me so I could watch Ry’s reaction. He shamelessly squeezed his cock, his eyes glued on us, the empty tray down by his side.
“Good, because only we’re allowed to touch you.” Another kiss. “To kiss you.” He bit down on my lobe and tugged gently. “To spread those sexy legs of yours and fuck your pretty holes.”
I moaned, the tops of my thighs slippery with my juices.
“That worthless motherfucker wanted you. What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing. I’m yours. Only yours,” I breathed, my clit throbbing as I rested my head on Tristan’s shoulder. “All of yours.”
“Mmm, what are you going to let us do to you?”
“Anything. Everything,” I gasped as he slid his hand lower, brushing the top of my cunt.
