Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,48

off me,” the man in my arms grunts. “Care to give me a fucking hand here?”

I giggle, wrapping my legs around him and hooking my ankles above his firm ass. “I’m not Sloth. You are.”

“Did you let her eat something? Drink something?” Remington comes to stand next to the bed, his lips turning down in a frown.

He’s got the most incredible looking lips. They look like they’d be just the right combination of firm and soft. And I bet he’d kiss me slow and deep. I bet kissing him would feel like being home.

“Remington…” I unlatch my arms from Phoenix’s shoulder to reach for his brother, desperate to feel his lips on mine. “Please…”

“Angel,” Beckett growls. His jaw clenches as he stalks over. “We need to get you out of here. Put your clothes on. Now.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re in charge,” I blurt out.

Oh, no, I did not mean to ever tell him that out loud.

But it’s too late. He already knows. His green eyes burn with that preternatural glow as he gazes down at me. He’s so commanding and powerful, the others will listen to him. He’ll make them understand.

“Please, Beck,” I whisper, unconsciously shortening his name as I lick my lips. “Please. I need this so much.”

Greed stares at me like he’s a ravenous wolf and I’m a delicious sheep. For a moment, he’s totally silent. Totally still. Like one of those statues out in the hallway, only less dirty and impossibly more beautiful.

“If I understand lust potions correctly,” he finally says, his voice a rasp, “the quickest way to take care of this will be to get her off.”

“You can’t be serious.” Remington looks up at him sharply.

“When am I ever not serious?” Beckett’s still staring at me.

I shiver and spread my legs. My panties are damp, I think. I can feel something like a heartbeat pulsing in my core, and I feel swollen and empty all at once. I’m dying. I’m stranded in the desert, and these three men are the water I need.

“Angel. Will you let us help you?”

Beckett’s voice is like sandpaper. He hasn’t looked away from me once since he and Remington walked in. None of them have.

My fingers are brushing over Remington’s broad shoulder, and my legs are still wrapped around Phoenix’s waist. My wings are spread out beneath me, and I don’t know when they came out, but they feel just as sensitive and needy as the rest of me.

I fall into Beckett’s emerald gaze as I nod once. I want him. I want them all so badly I’m shaking with it.

“Please,” I whisper. “Beck, please.”

Chapter Eighteen

Trinity

Who knew that begging Greed would actually work?

The whole nature of his sin is about keeping things from others, keeping more for yourself.

Then again, it’s also about taking what you want.

And maybe, for once, Beckett and I want the exact same thing.

He stands rigid and unmoving beside the bed for one more moment, and in that short space of time, I can feel the others waiting on his response, tension and need thrumming in the air.

And maybe it’s just the lust dust that’s sliding through my veins like the purest aphrodisiac, but I don’t think the desire is coming just from me.

It’s pouring from all three of the men around me too, creating a feedback loop that only ratchets my own arousal higher.

I want them. So badly.

And they want me too.

That thought makes my core clench involuntarily, a soft moan falling from my lips.

And that’s the sound that finally breaks Beckett’s resistance.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, and the next thing I know, he’s crawling onto the bed with us, his emerald eyes burning.

“Yeah. We’re definitely going to hell for this.” Remington’s voice is rough, but he captures the hand that was stroking his face and turns it over, pressing a kiss to my palm.

It’s a little touch, a gesture that’s almost more tender than sexy.

But it sends heat racing over my skin, lighting up my nerve endings like a bolt of lightning striking dry brush.

I whimper, arching off the bed as his lips move across my hand with little kisses and bites, and when he draws my fingertip into his warm, wet mouth, I clamp my legs around Phoenix’s waist, grinding against the hardness I can feel trapped between us.

“Oh, shit,” Sloth groans, his hips thrusting against mine as his head drops. He’s holding himself up with his hands on the mattress on either side of me, and when I tug at his shirt with