I pull my princess to the edge of the counter, spreading her legs open to take in the sight of her. Flushed, breathless, trembling.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, my voice thick with need as I inhale her scent.
Behind me, Dario lets out a low whistle.
My facial hair tickles the inside of her thighs as I flick out my tongue, tasting her for the first time. She gasps, her body jerking, and I groan against her wet heat. She’s already dripping, slick and sweet, and the way she reacts to my touch has my cock throbbing in my jeans.
I drag my tongue up her slit, swirling it before sucking her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips.
“Fuck, Keir,” she whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair.
I glance up, watching her unravel—eyes hooded, chest rising and falling in short pants. She’s never been fucked so I bet she’s never had her pussy eaten.
“Are you going to come all over my face, princess?” My voice is a growl against her heat.
She moans, her hips shifting as she tries to grind against my tongue.
“Yes—yes, more, please,” she begs.
Dario curses behind me, but I don’t give a fuck. I slide my tongue inside her, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She tenses, legs trembling as she babbles something incoherent, her tattooed thighs clamping around my head.
I smirk against her, feeling her tighten, teetering on the edge. And then—I bite her clit.
Selene detonates with a sharp scream, her whole body seizing. I don’t stop, licking and sucking as she rides out her orgasm, writhing against me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl, pressing a final kiss against her swollen clit.
I rise to my feet, taking in the vision of her—head tilted back, lips parted, skin flushed. She looks utterly wrecked, and fuck me if I don’t want to ruin her all over again but with my cock.
But we have unfinished business.
“Go throw some clothes on, princess,” I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek before walking out.
When I enter the main area, Kaz is already at the stove, frying something in a pan like he owns the place.
“You’ve made yourself comfortable already,” I remark.
He grunts, not looking away from the food.
Dario comes to stand beside me at the kitchen island, still looking dazed. “Well, fuck me. Can we keep her?”
I stiffen. No. We can’t.
“You know we can’t,” I say flatly. “As soon as this is over, we’re leaving.”
Dario’s grin vanishes. Kaz turns, and for a split second, something like shock flickers across his face.
“We have more important things to take care of—the syndicate,” I continue, forcing logic into my words, even as a part of mewants to take them back. Wants to explore whatever the fuck this feeling is towards Selene.
The silence from both of them is heavy.
“Look, we can have our fun, but—”
A laugh cuts me off.
I turn to see Selene leaning against the wall.
Her expression is unreadable, but the cold detachment in her eyes sends a chill down my spine.
