Page 53 of Rebel in the Deep
Siobhan makes that delicious rumbling sound again. “I have a solution.” She bands her forearm under my ass and lifts me, pressing me tightly to her naked body.
Distantly, I can feel Bastian freeing me of my boots and pants, but all I can focus on are her honey eyes and the fact that her mouth is…right…there. Just like that, I’m not frozen any longer. I wrap my legs around her waist and dig my hands into her hair. Then I kiss her the way I’ve wanted to for years, a slow savoring of the simple press of her lips to mine before I nip her full bottom lip and tease her mouth open.
Gods, hertaste. It’s as wild and heady as faerie wine—and just as quick to sweep me away.
My back hits the cold tile wall, and not even that is enough to shock me out of the need for more. I lock my heels against the small of her back, grinding against her mindlessly as she kisses me back like she wants to consume me, bite by bite.
The sound of water running is a distant thing, even as steam fills the room. And then there are more hands on my body—Bastian’shands—soft palms and clever fingers running up my legs to cup my ass, squeezing and parting me even as Siobhan keeps kissing me like her life depends on the stroke of her tongue against mine.
Bastian’s touch changes, becomes less exploration and more guidance as he tugs us back into the shower and beneath the hotspray. It feels so good, I have to break the kiss just to moan a little. “Nothing better than a hot shower after a long day.”
“Nothingbetter?” Siobhan laughs roughly. She shifts her grip on me so she can palm my sex. “Are you sure, Nox?”
I moan again, grinding against her touch. It’s beenso longsince I had a lover, and never like this; never inmyspace, my cabin, my shower. Sex was strictly for our times ashore, in rooms in inns or brothels. Allowing someone so close to where I spend my days and nights was an intimacy that I shied away from.
There’s no shying away from this. Fromthem.
Siobhan turns us and then Bastian is at my back, his naked chest pressed to my skin. He’s not quite as tall as Siobhan, but all that means is that his cock lines up quite nicely where I’d like it, and he has easy reach to press open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He slides his hands between my and Siobhan’s bodies, cupping my sex over her touch and, from the way she shivers and moans, stroking her pussy with the other.
We’re a mess of questing hands and writhing bodies. It’s fucking divine. For all the desperation that pulses between us, no one is rushing.
At least not until the hot water abruptly goes cold.
“Fuck!” Bastian slips around us to scramble at the knobs. “Holy shit. That’s freezing.”
Siobhan loosens her grip, allowing me to slide down her body, until I’m standing on shaky feet. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her eyes both sharp and hazy with desire. She hesitates. “Second thoughts?”
“No.” It’s the truth. It’s not just because of the lust throbbing through my body in time with my racing heart. Lust is simple.This feels like fate. “I want you in my bed.” I look past her to where Bastian has pulled down a few towels. “Both of you.”
He looks…I don’t know if I have the words. Bastian is always gorgeous to the point of being pretty. But wet, with his longish hair slicked back, water droplets making their slow way over his warm, light brown skin? I shiver. I want to follow those rivulets with my tongue. I want to see if Siobhan tastes as wild and free everywhere. Iwant.
We towel off quickly and there’s another moment of awkward transition from the bathroom to the cabin. I pause long enough to lock my door. When I turn around, Siobhan is stretched out across my bed and Bastian is standing a nearly polite distance away. He looks like he’s about to try to be honorable again. This is something that hasn’t changed in the years since I loved him with my whole—if bruised—heart. Bastian has always been aware of the power he wields as a Dacre; even a second son holds more value in the eyes of the Council and the rest of Lyari than a street kid. He could do anything he wanted to to those less powerful than he is.
And he never has.
I close the distance between us in a single step and press my fingertips to his lips. “Do you want to stop?”
His dark eyes go hot enough to chase away what little fear remains. Bastian holds my gaze and shakes his head slowly. “No,” he says against my touch. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Me, either.”
Kissing Siobhan was as inevitable as the tide. Kissing Bastian feels like the best kind of recklessness. There’s no exploration here; we don’t need it. The years fall away as if they never happened. Somewhere deep inside me, I can admit that a partof me will always know this man, will always recognize him as holding a part of my heart.
He backs me toward the bed and then Siobhan is there, tugging us both down. Being between them is like being caught in a violent storm. I lose all track of myself, of time, of everything. There’s only her and him and me. Today, yesterday, tomorrow? It all ceases to exist.
Bastian kisses his way down my body, pausing to nip along my chest, to lavish my nipples with his tongue until I squirm and moan. Touching him again is…like coming home. He has new scars and his body has shifted over the years, the softness of young adulthood and a life lived easy have been burned away, leaving carved muscles and a strength that makes my mouth water.
And Siobhan? She’s a force of nature. Her strength makes me quiver. Her touch is sure and skillful, moving in perfect harmony with both mine and Bastian’s. She grips his cock and runs one careful nail down his length. “Have you missed this, Bastian? Missedus?”
There it is again. That terrifying, exhilarating word. “Us.”
“Yes,” he grinds out, his head thrown back, the long line of his throat exposed.
It’s the most natural thing in the world to kiss that throat. To push him down onto the bed next to Siobhan and continue exploring his body with my lips and tongue as Siobhan lazily pumps his cock, a satisfied smile on her face.
Having them this close together is a fantasy I’ve been too afraid to even entertain. Now that it’s truly happening, I can’t stop touching, tasting. I cup Bastian’s balls with careful fingers. I shift over to rub my face against Siobhan’s strong thigh andbite her just hard enough to make her gasp. Her pussy isright there, and even as I keep fondling Bastian, I dip down and drag my tongue through her folds.
I was right. She tastes just as wild here as her kiss did. Wilder, even. Especially when her thighs quiver on either side of my head. Siobhan is as unshakable as a mountain, but she’s shivering forme? That’s an addiction I could spend the rest of my life in service to.
