A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,93
a steady heavy metal rhythm, pounding incessantly. Any other time, this would be a clear sign that he's ready to fuck me, no holds barred. Tonight, though, I'm sure it's a mixture of fear and stress mixed with desire. With his back propped up against the headboard, he's watching my every move like a predator sizes up its prey.
I kneel on the bed at Creek's hip, and before throwing a leg over to straddle him, I give my attention to Kain who has been watching us the whole time.
He knows what I want, he always does, and with a quick jerk of his chin, he tells me everything I need to know.
Yes, we need this.
Get on top of him.
I'll be right behind you.
That's exactly what I do. In one quick move, I've lifted my shirt over my head and just as I'm about to stand to take my bottoms off, Creek stops me. His fingers are curled around mine, our eyes meet, and I can sense his next move before he acts.
With strength borne from the beast inside of him, Creek tears the clothes right off my body. Literally ripping the fabric in two in a heartbeat and discarding them as though they were mere pieces of paper.
I frown, staring at the tattered remnants of my wardrobe. I love that my men are so feral but goddammit, why do my clothes need to be the ones to be sacrificed every time we fuck?
"I'll replace them," Creek looks at me, a faint smile breaking over his face like a new Spring day.
"You better."
Then it comes to me.
I could do the same. Why shouldn't their clothes suffer from our constant need to fuck too?
Of course, when I reach for his jeans, I don't even have to try to know that I'd never be able to rip them off. While I could physically, the alpha asshole thing just isn’t how I play.
"Let me," Creek full out grins this time and it settles something inside of me that has been restless since the last attack.
He lifts his hips, keeping me on top of him, I push up slightly so he can push his jeans down and I feel Kain behind me pulling the legs off and throws them in to the corner. When I look back at my beautiful vampire, my smile grows at the sight of his beautiful naked body.
My fates, he's perfection through and through.
How did I get so lucky?
I feel sexy and wanted as Creek moves us further up the bed before reaching up and running the backs of his fingers down my cheek. Behind me, Kain is getting comfortable, the heat from his chest is warming my back as his hand clasps my hair and sweeps it to the side, leaving my neck vulnerable to his kisses.
Like a kitten, I purr at the feel of his lips on my heated skin. That singular sound acts as a direct line to their libido making both their cocks jolt. One beneath my hungry pussy and the other at the small of my back. Emboldened, I adjust myself, pushing Creek so he’s lying down, and I brace myself on my hands, positioning myself on all fours, teasing Kain with the sway of my ass. But my gaze is focused on the intense need in Creek's eyes. His hand is cupping the side of my face and his tongue is gliding across his own lips, wetting them, as though he can practically taste me.
"Kiss me, beautiful," he whispers, pulling me down to him.
Kain's fingers dance across the skin of my back from my neck to the apex of my ass, leaving goosebumps in their wake as I shudder.
I lift myself so I’m straddling Creek, when his impatience surfaces, he uses his abs to pull himself up and slams his lips to mine, slipping his hand behind my hair and clutching the back of my neck in a possessive hold. A hold that says more than any words could. He's telling me how much he needs me, how precious I am to him, how my life is linked to his own. In that kiss, he begs me to keep living and to never leave him.
I promise to try as my tongue follows his lead, dancing to the rhythm of his kiss.
I feel Kain at the small of my back, his lips are soft as he trails a blaze up my spine, his cock nestling between my ass cheeks.