Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,101

sent through my skin. His fingers continued to circle and his hand moved even higher to brush the back of my thigh.

His eyes danced with the game, a smirk tugging at his lips. The bastard knew how he was effecting me and I hated my treacherous body for giving in to his venomous touch. But two could play at that game…

I slid my feet higher up his thighs and let my legs widen as I got closer to his dick. He gave me a hard stare, not blinking as I held another spoon of ice cream up to his lips. My toes curled, pressing into the tops of his muscular thighs at the same moment that he took a mouthful and swallowed.

His fingers curled around the back of my knee and his nails suddenly dug hard into my skin.

I gasped, my mask breaking and Kyan and Blake swung around to look at me.

“Close your mouth, Plague,” Saint growled, dropping his hand from my leg in an instant. “You’d better not be leaving a wet patch on my table.”

I scowled at him as rage tore through me and all rational thought abandoned me. I lifted a spoonful of half melted ice cream to his mouth, tipping my hand so it slopped down his immaculate shirt instead.

“Oops,” I said innocently, giving him my biggest eyes as his face turned to stone. “I guess I was just so busy getting wet for you, Saint, my hand just slipped.”

He stood up abruptly and my heart leapt in alarm as I looked up at him. He wasn’t amused, not even a little bit.

“Lick it off,” he snapped, stepping forward so my legs were pushed wide around his. A tremor rushed through me as he leaned forward, making me lean further and further back until his hands pressed to the table either side of me. “Now.”

I knew everyone in the room was looking. I knew I was about to be degraded beyond belief. But I also knew refusing this was impossible. So if I had to do it, I was going to do it in a way that would hopefully rattle this monster.

I reached up, sliding both hands behind his neck to support myself and his eyes widened at the brazenness of me touching him like that. A little thrill danced through me knowing my fingers were touching the Night Keeper tattoo on the back of his neck like it should have been forbidden or something. He was all I could see as he surrounded me and I knew I had his full attention. A feat I doubted anyone achieved on a regular basis.

I leaned up, drawing him closer in the same movement and dipping my head to the ice cream on his chest. I ran the full pad of my tongue over it, taking my time as I made my way along the trail of yellow that ran up to his collar.

He stepped closer to me almost imperceptibly, widening my thighs even further and driving my skirt up my legs.

I kept running my tongue across his collar, but didn’t stop there, my heart tumbling in my chest as I ran it right onto his throat and tasted the devil himself. He was sin embodied and I couldn’t deny how good the scrape of his stubble felt against my tongue.

A growl rumbled through him that almost could have been sexual and I lifted my hips, wanting to feel if he was aching for me. Before I could get close to grinding against his crotch, he ripped my hands off of his neck and I fell onto my back on the table with a loud thump.

Laughter exploded through the air and as heat rushed to my cheeks, Saint dropped smoothly back into his seat. He lowered a hand between his thighs, subtly tugging at the material, clearly giving himself more room and a smile dragged at my lips. Victory.

Kyan was suddenly on his feet, hauling me off of the table and yanking my skirt down where it had slid right up my thighs. His grip was almost bruising as he pulled me against him and I looked up into his eyes, finding a sea of darkness awaiting me there.

“Let’s go to practice,” Blake insisted, getting to his feet.

“Fine. Bring her with us.” Saint rose too and I frowned as my stomach grumbled.

“I haven’t eaten yet,” I said, but I wasn’t sure why I bothered because clearly none of them gave a shit.

“Well you shouldn’t have been late,”