She arched her back, thrusting back to meet his forward motion, the action driving him deeper inside her.
Luca sat up to watch, tracing his finger over the tattoos on Oscar’s arms, his back. Oscar could feel him tracing the letters of his Faith tattoo. Luca had found a way to make him feel better about the damn ink a few nights earlier, proclaiming the word—the noun—was one he felt described Oscar perfectly. Luca saw him as courageous, confident…faithful. And by stroking that tattoo now, it was as if Luca was telling him to have faith, to believe.
Oscar turned his head and kissed Luca even as he continued to move inside Selene. She watched them over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire…and love.
When they broke apart, Luca reached beneath her, playing with her breasts before his fingers drifted lower, to her clit. Selene jerked at the first touch of Luca’s fingers there, and her pussy clenched tighter around Oscar’s dick.
“God. Yes,” Oscar hissed. “Fuck, Selene. Love you. Love you both.”
Luca began alternating between stroking Selene’s clit and cupping Oscar’s balls, ensuring both of them were completely out of their minds when their orgasms struck.
Selene collapsed facedown on the bed, giving them an exhausted grin when they reached out at the same time to caress her perfect ass.
They lay in the darkness, whispering secrets and sweet nothings, refusing to give in to sleep.
After an hour or so, Oscar got up to rummage through his luggage. He found the tube of lubrication he’d packed. Selene helped him work it into Luca’s ass, each of them pressing a finger inside him as he panted and begged for more.
Then Selene slipped beneath him so that Luca could take her once more as Oscar knelt behind him. Placing one hand on Luca’s hip, he guided his cock to his lover’s ass and they all moved together, their bodies completely connected, the perfect union.
When they came, it was powerful, moving. Bittersweet.
One last night.
And now it was over.
Chapter Twenty
“Does anyone need more tea?” Percival picked up a white teapot and turned to survey the room.
Everyone shook their heads, so he poured more into his own cup, then took a seat at the head of the long conference table. The hotel was a modern style, large enough to accommodate all of them, with several meeting rooms. Late last night, Owen had called to tell them that they’d be having a “war council” in the morning in the largest of the conference rooms.
They’d arrived half an hour ago to find what looked less like a war council and more like a casual breakfast meeting. There was even a buffet set up off to the side. Luca had taken a seat, ignoring the food. When Oscar put a plate in front of him, Luca objected—fear for his sister had tied him in knots—but when Oscar shoved a piece of fruit into his mouth, Luca chewed it, then realized he was starving.
Now most of the empty plates had been pushed to the side or toward the center of the conference table. Owen sat at one end of the table, Percival at the other. The three American representatives in MPF were seated near Owen. Four of the eight MPF officers from the Masters’ Admiralty were seated near Percival, the other four lounging against the walls or, in Claudette’s case, sitting on the countertop where the coffee and tea was set up.
That left four spaces in the middle of the table, two on each side, for himself, Selene, Oscar and Langston. Oscar had opted to sit next to his brother, and listening to the two of them bickering had been the meal-time entertainment, at least until Percival called the meeting to order.
“Thank you all for joining us this morning,” the Englishman said. “Given that each person here has unique expertise and perspective, rather than myself and Owen making decisions and identifying assignments, we’d like to solicit input from each of you.”
There was a beat of silence, then Owen said, “Suggestions for next steps?”
Luca reached for Selene’s hand under the table. She tangled her fingers with his and squeezed.
“Continue reviewing security camera footage of the roads,” Milo said. “There’s not much near the compound, but if we expand the net, put more people on it, we might be able to find likely vehicles.”
The Bellator Dei had several cars used by the numeraries who lived on the compound. They were communal vehicles, which had all still been on site. Everyone on the compound had left,