Page 21 of Cheshire’s Smile (The Crimes of Alice #3)

My body twisted toward Hatter. My heart racing with what I had to do. The idea of sharing my feelings with someone else. Of letting them see the darkest part of me scared the daylights out of me. But I would do it.

For him.

“Wait,” Coby grabbed my hand before I could reach for Hatter. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

I glanced down at his hand on mine, taking a moment to savor his skin touching mine.

I brushed Coby’s hand off, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I was there when Kat did this with Chess. I’ve seen it done.

I can do this.” In theory. I didn’t say that part out loud.

No reason to make them any more nervous than they already were.

Leaning over Hatter, I placed my hand on the side of his face. His skin felt waxy and cool to the touch. I smoothed my fingers over his face, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “Just relax. It shouldn’t hurt.”

Hatter’s eyes warmed. “Just tell me what you need.”

“Open your mouth.”

Hatter’s lips parted wide. A bemused gleam in his eyes. I brought my face close to his as if I was leaning in for a kiss. Except I stopped a few inches away from his mouth, opening mine as well.

“What are you—”

Ignoring them, I focused on Hatter. I drew my magic up inside of me, bringing it up to my mouth instead of through my hands. Blue eyes locked with silver as I pushed my magic out of me and into him. Shimmery blue mist floated from inside me. As if he had inhaled, the magic sucked into Hatter.

The sensation was strange. Not unlike the sucking feeling of the shadows feeding on me, except I was giving my magic freely to Hatter. I could feel myself weakening as Hatter’s pallor warmed, the bruises beneath his eyes practically disappearing in front of me eyes.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears. It grew louder and louder. Emotions poured through me. Pain. Exhaustion. Despair. An overwhelming feeling of love and devotion. I was so happy to see him again. My heart swelled and I felt a tear slide down my face.

“It’s hurting her!” Carban shouted and arms pulled at me. I pushed their hands away from me, needing to finish what I started.

“She’s alright,” I heard Eugene say. “It can be overwhelming. Trust her.”

The hands stopped pulling at me and Hatter’s eyes widened. His hands came up and cupped the sides of my face and then he was kissing me.

My magic cut off and it was just him and me.

His mouth on mine. His tongue. His taste.

The scent of the sickness had dissipated around us and all I could smell was him.

Clovers and bittersweet tea. Relief and joy filled my chest and while I knew part of those were my own feelings, I knew some of them were Hatter’s. I could feel everything he was feeling.

A throat cleared.

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, we withdrew from one another. I could still feel the hum of need for him beneath my skin. A part of me needing to be as close to him as possible. As if my magic was drawn to the magic inside of him.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, pushing myself away from him.

Space. I needed space.

“Alice?” Eugene’s voice filled my ears.

My eyes opened as I met the Reaper’s gaze. “I’m alright.” I shifted further away from Hatter. His hand shot out and clasped onto mine. I offered him a reassuring smile, patting his hand. “ We’re okay.”

Cheshire stroked a clawed finger across my cheek, his gaze searching my face. “How do you feel?”

I was acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on me. More prominently Coby’s and Carban’s. I cleared my throat and pecked him on the nose. “I’m well. Really. A bit tired but other than that, I’m...”

A surging wave of desire poured through me, making me gasp. I shot a look at Hatter but he wasn’t looking at me, he was watching Cheshire. Each time the fae stroked a finger across my skin, there was a spike of lust. Red hot lust that caused my body to heat and liquid to pool between my thighs.

My thighs pressed together. A low moan escaped me. Four noses inhaled sharply. A low rumble came from Cheshire. His eyes heated, flicking between Hatter and me.

“Uh,” Dorian cleared his throat. “Father, why don’t we give them a moment?”

Eugene made a sound of agreement before following his son out of the room.

Coby stepped forward.

But Carban’s hand shot out grabbing his brother with a shake of his head. “We’ll... be out here.” He directed his brother out of the bedroom, giving a long lingering look at the three of us on the bed before closing the door behind him.

At one point, I would have welcomed them to stay. However, right now, I was grateful not to have to think about my feelings with the twins. There were so many overlapping emotions inside of me it was difficult to figure out where my feeling started and where Hatter’s began.

“This is... an interesting development.” Cheshire brushed my hair over my shoulder, his tongue flicking out to lick across my lips. “Tell me, pet. What is our Hatter feeling right now?”

My eyelashes fluttered as I sucked in a sharp breath. Desire spiked, turning my insides molten. “He’s... ravenous.”

Hatter hummed, his hand stroked up and down my arm, his fingers circling my wrist. “Yes, I am definitely feeling... peckish.”

“Hmmm, I wonder,” Cheshire purred against me, sending tingles that made my nipples tightened and my core pulse. His hand slid up down my body, before stopping at my knee. “How does our girl feel when I do this?” His fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, pushing up my skirt.

Hatter groaned and adjusted himself with his other hand, lifting up on the bed until he pressed against my back. “She definitely likes that.”

My breath caught in my throat. Cheshire’s finger found my soaked folds, bare beneath my skirt.

“Cheshire.” I panted, my thighs parting further for him as Hatter pressed his lips to the side of my neck.

Cheshire parted me, sliding his claw gently up through my slick before pressing down on my clit. “The sounds she makes when she’s coming apart around me,” he growled low and flicked his finger, making me whimper. “Pure perfection.”

Hatter hummed against my neck. “Have you had our cat’s cock inside of you, naughty girl?”

I couldn’t answer, my eyes closing against all the sensations.

Cheshire slapped my mound and I yelped. “Our mate asked you a question.”

I sucked on my lower lip and bucked my hips. “Yes.”

“And?” Hatter tugged at my corset strings and with practiced hands had it off me in seconds. His hands cupped my breast in his palms, pinching my nipples between his fingers. “How did it feel?”

A desperate sound escaped me. “Wonderful. It was exquisite.”

“Do you want him again?” Hatter pulled the front of my dress down exposing my breasts. “I’ve dreamed of seeing you two together. It was painful not being able to tell you how good you would look wrapped around his cock.”

“Please,” I begged, my body bucking into their hands.

“I’ve wanted you two like this for so long.” Hatter’s arm wrapped around my waist, jerking me back against him. His hardness ground into my lower back. “I need you both now.”

“Hatter,” I breathed, even as my hips chased my release. “We shouldn’t. You’re still recovering.”

“I haven’t felt this good in years, Alice darling.” Hatter’s eyes bored into mine over my shoulder, then flicked to Cheshire’s. “And after my brush with death I want nothing more than to see you spit roasted on our dicks.”

The surge of desire that poured into me with how much Hatter wanted this almost had me coming on the spot. “Mercury!”

“Cheshire?” Hatter murmured over my shoulder, still palming my breasts.

In the next second, I was surrounded by both of them. Their hands on me while they kissed over my shoulder. My eyes locked on where their mouths melded together, their tongues tangle with each other. The sight had my eyes rolling up and my body shuddering as I crested over the edge.

Hatter’s hand wrapped around my waist and dragged me across the bed.

Cheshire prowled up beside us with me in the middle.

Before I knew what was happening they had my dress pulled down my hips and tossed onto the floor, leaving me only in my thigh highs and shoes.

Hatter removed each of my shoes, letting them fall with a thud.

“Leave these on,” Hatter groaned, his fingers walking up the inside of my thigh. “You know how much I love seeing you like this.”

“Tell me,” Cheshire’s fingers copied Hatter’s on my opposite thigh. “In the last year, have you trained our girl to take us both?” He ground his erection against my hip a low growl coming from his throat.

Too hyper focused on where they were touching me, I let Hatter answer.

“Oh, yes.” Hatter’s finger dipped between my thighs, stroking me from clit to puckered hole. “Not that she knows that was what I was doing.” He circled my back entrance gathering my slick until he could push a single digit into me.

I gasped and everything clenched up tight.

“Relax, love.” Hatter’s lips brushed over my nipple, before lapping at it with his tongue. “We’re not going to take you here today. We need longer than they are probably willing to give us.”

Cheshire reached his hand over and gripped Hatter through his pants. “I have dibs on this today.” His hot gaze dropped to my face. “How would you like that, pet? Do you want me inside you while Mercury takes my ass?”

I whimpered. The words making Hatter and mine’s desire flare so hot that I felt desperate to have someone, anyone inside of me.

“Then sit here and be the perfect princess I know you can be.”

My eyes zeroed in on Cheshire and Hatter as they stood from the bed.

Pushing up on my elbows, I watched them stand at the foot of the bed. Their hands moved over each other, pulling clothes off and dropping them to the floor. Hatter tugged on Cheshire’s tail, making me smile at the responding growl.

“Careful, Merc. Or I’ll be the one topping tonight.” Cheshire grabbed the back of Hatter’s neck, angling his head slightly.