I headed back into The Temple soaking wet with my lips tingling and my mind buzzing. Letting go of Nash was going to be nearly impossible to do, but I knew I had to for his sake. It just hurt like hell.
The Night Keepers looked up as I strode straight to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of rum and taking a swig from the bottle. Then a few more until the ice in my veins thawed out and a deep burn ran all the way to my core, chasing away the pain inside me. I wanted to forget everything that plagued me tonight. Monroe, my dad, Jess, the vow. I wanted to have fun. I wanted to remember what it felt like to be free, wild and uncontrollable.
I turned around with another mouthful of rum sliding down my throat and found the Night Keepers all on their feet staring at me. The sex tape was no longer playing, but the heat in their eyes said it was all they were thinking about and that knowledge made my breath hitch.
Lightning flashed beyond the window, lighting the room in blood red tones for the duration of a heartbeat as it spilled through the stained glass. I walked barefoot over to them, my head starting to buzz and my worries spilling away through my flesh, forgotten for now. But not forever.
I climbed over the back of the couch, standing on the cushions so I was taller than them for once and I smirked down at Kyan who was closest. “Dare or double dare?” I purred, offering the rum to his lips and he tipped his chin back, letting me pour a measure into his mouth.
He swallowed, his eyes a swirling storm that rivalled the one beyond the church walls. “Triple dare.”
Saint dropped back into his seat, swilling his vodka in his glass as he surveyed us with keen interest. He didn’t even seem to mind I was soaking wet and my dress was dripping water onto his couch. Blake sat down beside me and Kyan stood waiting for my command.
I chewed on my lip as I thought up what I wanted him to do. What I really wanted him to do.
“Bow to me.” I smiled darkly as thunder boomed directly above us. “And apologise for everything you’ve done to me.”
He wet his lips as Saint and Blake laughed and I waited for him to chicken out.
“I guess you forfeit?” I asked, batting my lashes.
Kyan chuckled low in his throat then dropped to his knees on the carpet beneath me. He caught my ankle, forcing me to balance on one leg as he placed my foot on his right shoulder and gripped it tightly.
“Sorry for everything I do to you, baby.” He grinned wickedly then turned his head, dragging his tongue around the sensitive flesh of my ankle. “Sorry I make you ache for me in the dark.” He carved his teeth along the bone and I gasped, heat skittering between my thighs. “Sorry I make you touch yourself as you dream of my hard cock driving in and out of you every night. Sorry I make you so wet you give Niagara Falls a run for its money.” He released me and I pressed my foot down on his shoulder with anger rolling along my spine, my thighs parted just enough that he could probably see right up my dress. “I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” I growled.
“Oh really? You’ll have to be more specific next time.” Kyan smirked, knocking my foot off of his shoulder and shoving me down into my seat as he stood up. My wet skirt landed high up my thighs and I tugged it down as he dropped into the seat on my other side so him and Blake penned me in between their muscular arms. My ankle still prickled from where his mouth had been and I could feel my nipples hardening and my breaths growing a little shallow. Asshole.
“Dare or double dare, Saint?” Kyan asked and Saint sat back in his chair, looking like the Grim Reaper as his face was cast in shadow.
“If we’re playing a game of dares, do we really need to define the level of dare? All of them should push boundaries or I’m not interested,” he mused.
“Fine, double dare or double dare?” Kyan asked with a low laugh.
“Dare,” Saint said with half an eye roll.
“Down your drink, don’t swig it like a Russian tsar planning world domination,” Kyan said and Saint shrugged, tilting his head back and swallowing the entirety of his glass of vodka as smoothly as if it were water. Jesus Christ.
Saint shook the glass at me to refill it and I got up, stalking towards him and hooking the vodka bottle off of the table. He watched me as I poured it into the glass in his hand and my mouth dried out at the intensity of his gaze.
“I dare you to change into something of my choosing,” he said with a devilish smile.
“That’s a pretty standard command, Saint,” I taunted.
“Not when you see what I have in mind,” he purred. “Do you agree?”
My heart pounded out of rhythm and excitement trickled through my veins. “Sure.”
He pushed himself out of his seat, sipping his vodka before placing the glass down on the mantlepiece above the roaring fire and pressing a hand to the small of my back as he guided me towards the stairs.
His hand slid an inch lower, his fingers almost brushing against my ass but not quite. Drinking or otherwise, Saint still didn’t cross lines with me. Not that I wanted him to or anything.
He left me in his bedroom before heading into his closet and returning a moment later. “It’s hanging in there. Come downstairs when you’re dressed.” He stepped closer and the scent of vodka and fresh apples surrounded me. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
My throat tightened as another crash of thunder made my heart leap and he walked away, descending to the lounge. I bit my lip as I pushed through into the closet and found a set of black lace lingerie waiting for me with a pair of silk stockings and suspenders. On the carpet was a pair of silver Louboutins I’d been admiring for weeks but never had a reason to wear. Not that this was the sort of occasion I’d been imagining. Although…flaunting myself in front of the guys might be.
I headed to the bathroom, stripping out of my wet dress and underwear before drying myself with a towel and heading back to the closet. I pulled on the beautiful items and pushed my feet into the heels then admired myself in the mirror, my heart thumping powerfully against my chest. I felt like a goddess in this lingerie. Sex was power and they were going to fall at my mercy when they saw me like this.
My hair was tousled, drying in soft waves around my face and I grabbed a red lipstick, painting my mouth in the colour of blood. When I accepted a dare, I went all in on it. So if Saint wanted me dressed like this then I could add the finishing touches. I used the lipstick to write across my chest, a laugh escaping me as I finished. The words Off Limits stood out over my pushed up breasts and I put the lipstick back before heading out of the room.
The light had dimmed downstairs and the sound of the rain hammering against the windows sent a shiver down my spine. Trouble by Valerie Broussard was playing, making my heart thump in time with the heavy beat as I walked downstairs and strode towards them without a care in the world.
Saint stilled in his chair and Blake and Kyan twisted around to look at me so fast, they probably got whiplash.
“Fuck me,” Blake breathed.
“Me first.” Kyan grinned before his eyes fell to the words scrawled on my chest and his lips tightened.
I grabbed my rum, dropping down between them and taking a long sip, my mind alight with the buzz of the alcohol.
I turned to Blake, reaching out to take hold of his chin and pull his gaze up from my breasts and he gave me a crooked smile that made my toes curl.
“Your turn, Prince Charming,” I announced and he nodded eagerly like I was about to offer him something good. But there was no chance of that. “I dare you to do a body shot off of Kyan.” I grinned and he barked a laugh, clapping a hand to my knee as he got up and the lasting heat of his touch made me bite down on my lip. Oh god, that man.
“Down on the coffee table, big boy,” Blake commanded and Kyan stood up, pulling his shirt off one handed and glancing at me for my reaction. A reaction I did not give, despite him looking so edible I was kinda jealous of Blake getting this dare and not me. Still hate the bastard though. But I would lick him tonight. Just a
little.
Saint watched with an amused smirk as Kyan laid down on his back, raising his hands and cupping them behind his head. “Give my dick some attention while you’re down there, brother, it’s been seriously lacking in it for weeks.”
“Shame you don’t screw girls on campus,” I said lightly. “Does that rule apply to the boys too? Maybe Blake will bend you over the dining table and rock your world.”
Saint laughed but the other two glared at me as if I was solely responsible for their blue balls. Totally wasn’t though. They could get with whoever they wanted. They just…didn’t. But why? And why did I not want them to?
Blake poured a measure of rum into Kyan’s belly button, kneeling between his thighs and leaning down to suck it out. It was annoyingly hot and I laughed as Kyan fisted his hand in Blake’s hair, shoving his head lower.
“Take me all in, baby,” Kyan demanded while Blake mimed sucking him off, making me burst out laughing.
“Stop fucking around.” Saint booted Kyan’s head from his chair and Blake took the moment of distraction to leap onto Kyan and start punching him.
“You rogue!” Blake cried as he tried to put on a feminine voice and failed.
Kyan threw him off, landing on top of him on the floor and they wrestled like animals.
“Not my breasts, you uncomely beast!” Blake lamented and Kyan roared a laugh as he continued throwing his fists into his chest.
“You love it when I’m rough, honeypie.” Kyan started choking him and Blake threw a punch to his gut that made him wheeze like a broken dog toy.
They eventually stood up, their hair ruffled as they shoved and pushed their way toward the couch, trying to be the first one back. Blake managed it by leaping over the coffee table and diving into the seat beside me, slinging his arm over the back of my chair.
“Sweet, sweet victory,” he sighed as Kyan fell down on my other side with a note of laughter, his thigh butting up against mine.
They were both seriously up in my space and the animal inside me was purring happily. The alcohol was dulling my voice of reason as I eyed their muscles and bad thoughts slipped into my mind.
“My turn.” Blake pushed his fingers into my hair and goosebumps tumbled across my flesh. “I dare you to make Saint get into your favourite sexual position with you.”
I snorted a laugh, looking over at Saint who narrowed his eyes.
“It’s not breaking the rules.” Blake tossed a cushion at him which he deflected with his forearm before moving to stand and gesturing for me to get up with his chin. How does he manage being bossy without saying a single word?
I got to my feet, moving toward him while his eyes slid down my body appreciatively then I leaned up and whispered my favourite position in his ear. His arm slid casually around me, pulling me closer and my heart hammered at his touch.
He grabbed my hips suddenly, shoving me down on the table and I gasped as he caught my ankle and hooked it over his shoulder, grinding me down onto the surface as he fell over me.
“Like this, Barbie?” He smiled hungrily and my pulse elevated as his breath skated over my lips. What would it be like to kiss Lucifer? Would he stop me…?
“Are you two gonna start fucking right there or are we continuing with the game?” Kyan asked coolly. “I’m open to either, but I’d like to fetch the popcorn if you’re about to go at it.”
“Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Kyan.” Saint stood up, pulling me up by the hand and carefully arranging my hair over my shoulders before releasing me. It didn’t feel controlling for once, it felt kind of doting. But I didn’t know where that feeling came from because there was no way Saint Memphis did stuff like that because he cared about me.
He returned to his seat and I looked between the three of them before fixing my gaze on Kyan. “I dare you to undo Saint’s pants with your teeth.”
Kyan blew out a laugh and Saint groaned.
“Is this really necessary?” Saint muttered as Kyan got up, limbering up like he was about to go to town on Saint and I couldn’t fight a laugh as he headed past me and shoved Saint’s legs wide as he knelt between them.
“For fuck’s sake asshole.” Saint grabbed hold of Kyan’s top knot, forcing him to look him in the eye. “If you ruin these eight hundred dollar chinos, I will fucking destroy you.”
“I’ll be gentle, baby. Just relax.” Kyan smirked and Saint released his hair with an eye roll as his friend lowered his head between his thighs and made surprisingly short work of his button and zipper.
Kyan stood up, rounding on me and gnashing his teeth in my face. “Anything else you want me to do with my mouth while I’m here?”
“No thanks,” I said scathingly as he grabbed his beer and finished it in two gulps, tossing the bottle onto the floor. His muscles tightened as he flexed his arms, his eyes pinned on me.
“I dare you to break one of your rules,” Kyan said, his eyes shadowed as a crooked grin pulled at his mouth and my heart fluttered.
“Kyan,” Saint warned.
“What? She can say no.” Kyan shrugged. “She just has to do a shot or two as forfeit. So what will it be, baby?” He arched a brow and the look on his face brought the wild girl in me to life. There was a raw challenge in his eyes that told me he was sure I was going to back out. But I was woman enough to accept what my body wanted from these boys sometimes. And tonight felt like one of those nights when I was going to give in to my desires. But that didn’t mean it had to be on their terms…
I walked slowly towards Kyan, giving him a seductive smile which made his throat bob as I reached out and ran a finger down his bare chest, following the lines of his tattoos as I admired him. I reached his waistband, keeping my eyes on his as he held his breath and I let my palm roam lower over the impressive bulge in his jeans. He smirked in triumph and I smiled right back, turning my back on him and walking straight over to Blake. I dropped down to straddle him in his seat and his eyes widened a moment before my lips landed on his. He growled with desire, grabbing my ass and shoving me down onto his crotch as I slid my tongue into his mouth.
His tongue matched mine for every stroke and I forgot the game or that we had an audience. I knotted my fingers in his unruly dark hair and kissed him like there were no rules, no barriers, no lines. I just wanted to taste him until I drowned in his flesh against mine. His spicy scent made me heady and my hips rolled as I ground against him, feeling him growing between my thighs and I was just starting to figure fuck the game when strong hands pulled me off of him.
Kyan yanked me against his body and I laughed as I knocked my head back against his chest, twisting my neck to look up at him. “Maybe you should be sweeter to me, Kyan, and I might play nice with you like I play nice with Blake sometimes.”
“You’ve kissed since her rules came in?” Saint snapped.
“Just once,” Blake admitted, his smug expression making me kick him in the leg. He laughed, standing up and taking hold of my hips so I was wedged between two walls of muscle. “No point in lying about it. We’ve been caught out, sweetheart.” His eyes were two pools of jade that lured me in and made me want to kiss him again. I still felt the lingering scrape of his stubble against my jaw and I wanted to feel it everywhere. Anywhere.
Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello started playing and I took hold of Blake’s shirt, yanking him forward while lifting my other hand to lock around the back of Kyan’s neck as I started to dance to the tune. The heat of their flesh against mine felt so good it was unholy. I shut my eyes as they rocked in time with my movements and I lost myself to the sensation of their hands on my body. I wanted more. There was a starved void in my soul that was desperate to be filled.
Kyan’s mouth brushed my ear and I shivered with pleasure, everywhere feeling too sensitive all of a sudden as he dragged me back against him so I could feel how hard he was. Blake wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling hard enough to make me gasp as he tugged my head to one side and dragged his lips across my neck. I slid my h
ands around his broad shoulders, my fingers digging in as he sucked and nipped my flesh with a desperate kind of hunger. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it off of him, needing more of his skin against mine.
“You must really like this song,” Kyan murmured in my ear, his fingers trailing up and down my sides as Blake lifted his head and grinned at me.
“I think it just became my favourite,” I said breathily, wondering how far exactly I was gonna let this go. I was hot all over and my body craved attention and right now I didn’t see the point in fighting these urges I was a slave to. I scraped my nails down the side of Kyan’s neck and he growled like he liked that.
Blake stepped back, pushing a hand into his hair and surveying me with a burning need in his expression. His gaze fell to the words written across my chest and a question entered his eyes. My heart stuttered and my breaths came more heavily as I made the decision. What I wanted, thirsted for. These boys had made me suffer and hurt, so why not take a little pleasure from them to fulfil this unyielding desire in me?
Kyan’s grip loosened on me and I knew I had to make my intentions clear if I wanted to take things further. Break the rules. Cast all my fears aside and act on my base instincts alone.
I took Blake’s hand, guiding it to my mouth and running my tongue across the pad of his thumb, making his pupils dilate as he watched. I lowered it to my chest, using his thumb to smear the words painted on my body.
“Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” I asked huskily, placing his hand against my breast.
His thumb skimmed over my nipple through the thin material and I shuddered feverishly at his touch. I’d ached for him for so long. And ever since the night we’d claimed each other, I wanted to experience it again. I knew he was capable of so much more, we both were. I’d had the smallest of tastes and now my appetite for him was insatiable.
Blake’s hand slid higher once more and his eyes darkened to pitch as he closed his fingers around my throat, squeezing enough to make my pulse race.
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