One Dirty Night

He snarled as I submitted.

His tongue licked mine. His teeth punctured my bottom lip. His cinnamon taste shot up my nose, making my eyes water as he kissed me deeper, deeper, deeper.

His fingers dug into my cheeks as he pressed his entire body against mine, urgency pouring off him to take me hard and fast and now.

I cried out as his head canted to the side, somehow finding a way to deepen our already abyss-deep kiss. His lips bruised me with warm, slippery, animalistic control.

I moaned as one of his hands dropped from my cheek and landed directly over my breast. He kneaded me instead of caressed me. A massage of heated lust full of ruthless, firm strokes that sent my mind into hibernation and my body into hyper awareness.

My nipple peaked. My flesh ached. A fever ripped through my entire body as he claimed me.

I was owned by him in that moment.

Completely, wholly, terribly owned.

Nicholas groaned as my arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. His mouth suffocated me. His touch incinerated me. He was too close but not close enough. He was too aggressive yet somehow far too gentle.

How had we lived together for so long and never had an inkling of what the other was like? How did we sit in awkward silence watching some documentary on psychedelic medicine or anti-inflammatory mould and not attack each other on the couch? How would I go back to that existence after tonight? After I’d tasted him? Sampled him? Known how passionate he was under his stony, disdainful façade?

The ache between my legs intensified.

I arched my hips against Nick’s upper thigh, needing friction. Desperate for his hand to drop from my breast and give such deliciously cruel attention to my—

“Fucking hell, down boy. You’re going to devour the poor girl.” Hunter’s amusement filtered through the roaring in my ears as Nick’s lips suddenly wrenched from mine. The cold draft after his dominating flavour poured icy water on my lust.

Hunter squeezed Nick’s shoulder, still holding him tight after jerking him off me. “Easy. We have all night to eat her, not just five minutes. Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘savour the meal’? Besides.” He fisted Nick’s shoulder, making him flinch. “It’s not just about you and her. It’s about us. And I fully intend to participate. But first…” He pushed Nick into the centre of the dark den of a bedroom. “Stand over there.”

Nick’s lips glowed red from our violent kiss as he balled his hands and tripped to the spot where Hunter had pushed him. “Why do I have to stand here?” His brows came down as Hunter captured my hand and pulled me into him.

“You’ll see.” Hunter smirked.

I sucked in a breath as Hunter pressed his finger beneath my jaw, raising my head just enough for his mouth to capture mine.

Out of the corner of my eye, Nick stiffened with jealousy. His nostrils flared. A rumbling growl echoed in his chest. But he didn’t try to intervene, and I didn’t stop Hunter from kissing me. My brain tried to keep up with the tabooness of this moment.

Two heartbeats ago, Nicholas had his tongue down my throat, and now the tongue teasing my stinging lips belonged to Hunter.

He licked me in the exact opposite way Nick had. He didn’t steal from me; he worshipped me. He lapped up Nick’s taste and replaced cinnamon with spicy mint, making my eyes flutter closed and dreamy arousal pulse through my blood, mingling with the gushing dangerous rapids Nick had conjured.

By the time Hunter stopped kissing me, my eyes refused to focus and the tension in the room from Nick bristling with envy prickled my skin like snow.

“Enough,” Nick snarled. “My turn.”

The feral sound of his timbre erupted through me; everything went hot and liquid. He shifted toward us, but Hunter shook his head.

“Patience, my horny friend.” He gently tucked hair behind my ear, his chest rising and falling. Despite the softness of his kiss, it’d affected him the same way it affected me. It webbed a feeling between us. A feeling of trust and safety and belonging.

I blinked and tried to shake off the sudden heaviness. The absolute cloaking obedience that soaked through my veins, making me pliant, eager, and far, far too keen for whatever came next.

“What’s the safe word, little witch?” Hunter whispered.

Nick sucked in a breath but stayed silent as I murmured, “Purple.”

“And if you don’t use it, you understand you belong entirely to us? Nod your head like a good girl if you agree.”

Biting my lower lip, I nodded.

“You understand that whatever I tell you to do, you do it without hesitation. If you speak back to me, you will be punished. If you displease me, you will be sorry. If you disobey us at any point, you might be whipped, chastised, and left begging for our mercy.” Pressing a whisper-soft kiss on my cheek, he whispered, “Nod your head.”