I kiss her again—each swipe of my tongue against hers a possessive claim—and she suddenly goes still. I grin wickedly when I see Zaid behind her, his lips nibbling on the skin of her neck.
Goose bumps pebble on her skin, and Zaid moans huskily.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive, sweetheart.”
“If I shove my fingers between your thighs, will you be wet?” I ask, desperate to do just that.
“So wet,” she whimpers.
I grin and exchange a sly glance with Zaid. Our reaper isn’t ready for double penetration yet—we’ll have to ease her into it with butt plugs and fingers—but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other things we can all do together.
Maybe she can ride my cock while sucking off Zaid, or vice versa.
Maybe she can wrap her tiny hands around both of our shafts, and we can paint her perfect tits in our cum.
Maybe she can alternate sucking on us, her head swiveling as she licks up and down our dicks.
Maybe she can?—
“Get dressed!” Everett barks, pounding his fist against the door connecting the two rooms.
All three of us freeze.
“Hades’s goddamn minions are here!” Everett snarls. “They’re taking us to him, and so help me god, if any of these fuckers hear a single moan from Thea, I’ll go on a murder spree.”
“I already did,” Rafe murmurs…from directly behind us.
We all spin, Zaid and I moving instinctively to block Thea from view.
Rafe stands at the foot of the bed wearing his favorite leather jacket, his black hair hanging loose and disheveled around his face. In his hand is…a minotaur horn.
Holy fuck.
Rafe throws it into the air carelessly and catches it, his eyes trained on Thea between Zaid and me.
“I’ll have to add it to your bouquet of fingers,” he says simply—like the goddamn psychopath he is.
Though…I am happy he murdered the minotaur who thought he could push around our girl. I’m also grateful Rafe chose to do it away from us, so as not to trigger Thea’s reaping frenzy.
“You kept my finger bouquet?” Thea asks with hearts in her eyes.
“Of course.” Rafe offers her a droll look, as if she’s silly for thinking otherwise. “I have it displayed in my bedroom, though we’ll have to move it when we return home. Perhaps to the dining room table?”
“No way in hell,” Everett snaps from the other side of the door, obviously listening in.
Thea simply swoons, her lashes fluttering as if she’s envisioning jumping the crazy blood fae right then and there.
I wouldn’t be entirely averse to that idea.
But then I remember we have a bunch of armed, dangerous guards right outside the door, and my cock softens instantly.
“Fucking cockblocking god,” I murmur, moving back to the other room to get dressed.
I want to kill the God of the Underworld.
Then, I want to fuck Thea senseless while my brothers watch.
For now, I need to shower and change.
