“You don’t need another cock,” I inform her, yanking her close and grinding mine against her.
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about using it onyou.” She gives Lyot a look over her shoulder, drawing him in. “But you can watch.”
Well, fuck. There’s no way she misses my cock swelling against her at those words. Joining us, Lyot tucks his chin into her shoulder when she leans back against him. His hands rest on her hips, fingers brushing mine.
“You know I don’t usually bottom, Shadow,” he says, laughing at her pout. “But you have always been the exception to the rules. Plus—” He nips her earlobe. “You’d look fucking hot in a strap-on.”
“Wait,” I can’t help but ask him. “You mean you’ve never—?”
“Notnever.” He’s watching me now, but Gia has turned her head to his, her eyes avid.
“Did you like it?” she asks, and I wonder if it’s for my benefit, or if they’ve actually never talked about it before.
“With the right dick.” He winks at her.
“Then let’s go find you the right dick.” She squirms out from between us, heading toward the store. I tear my eyes from Lyot and start to follow her.
“I still think we have all the dicks we need,” I grumble, not thinking. She stops, then turns slowly to pin me with those eyes.
“Gale,” she drawls, a purr in her dark timbre. “Do you want to fuck Lyot?”
“That’s not what I meant.” I’m pretty damn sure it’s what I meant.Fucking hell.
“Are you sure?” She stalks closer, reading my mind. I shake my head, fighting the siren pull of desire rising in my blood and pouring off her in waves. I glance at Lyot, watching us with a considering look, and something smolders between us.
Gia looks about two seconds away from tearing both of our clothes off right there on the sidewalk. My cock is swelling, and I palm it, hard, glad I’m wearing jeans instead of my usual sweats. Lyot’s lips twitch, noticing, and then he takes pity on me.
“Everyone wants to fuck me,” he says, shrugging. “Especially once they’ve seen my monster cock.” He winks at me this time. It breaks the spell, and I give him a smirk.
Gia is smiling too, fond now as her eyes flick between us, but I can still hear Shadow in her voice when she says, “We arenotdone talking about this.”
32
Gale
“She’s taking her sweet fucking time in there.”
Gia’s been in the bathroom for the last twenty minutes, while I pace the confines of her room and try not to look at Lyot, stretched out naked on her bed with his head pillowed on his forearms. It feels different, being here among her things with him, like I’ve surrendered some essential piece of control to her dark whims. I’m full of low, volatile energy, and the fact that Lyot seems totally at ease is only agitating me further.
“You can go knock again if you want.” He grins at me, and I scowl back. Last time, she told me to sit down and stop acting like a petulant man-child. Without opening the door. “Or you could let her do her thing. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be worth it.”
I move to the dresser and run my hand restlessly through the flame of one of the candles there. She’s lit them all around the room, the warm, flickering light throwing soft shadows across Lyot’s amber skin. The last thing she said to us before disappearing with her little gold shopping bags was “Don’t start without me,” or I might distract myself with his mouth. He’scaught me staring at it a dozen times today after I broke down and texted him to come to lunch with Jamie and me.
Then Gia opens the bathroom door, and I stop thinking about Lyot’s mouth. I stop thinking about anything.
Definitely worth it.
The midnight-blue lace of her bra ends in scalloped swirls just below her peaked nipples, leaving the freckled swell of her breasts on display. A half corset in shimmering forest green spans her waist, accenting the curve of her hips and laced tight enough to hurt. Thin black leather straps crisscross her hips and thighs, and the smooth silicone dildo juts out proudly from between her legs. The thing is all swirls of jewel-toned blues and greens, like the cock of some sea monster from a perverted fairy tale, and she looks like an exotic, profane creature, wrought from the darkest dreams of my flesh.
Lyot is equally spellbound, frozen in the act of rising from the bed, his hands fisted in the pillow, and I can almost feel the thunder of his heartbeat, echoing mine.
The smile that breaks across her features as she takes in our joint reaction is somehow radiant and lethal at the same time.
Gia has left the building. Only Shadow remains.
Lyot recovers first, sitting up on his heels and spreading his thighs, offering her a view of his arousal, curved hard against his abs. He doesn’t touch himself, waiting on her permission, the light of worship in his eyes. She stalks toward him, swaying seductively, andJesus Christ, she’s wearing fucking four-inch heels.
Get it together, Shepard.I close my eyes and dig my nails into my palms until the roaring in my ears recedes and I can draw a full breath. Crossing the room in two strides, I wrap my arms around her waist and cover the back of her body with my own.In the heels, she’s almost as tall as I am, and I rest my chin on her shoulder and grip her cock in my fist.
