Page 88 of Rule the Night

It was nice to eat food presented by someone else. I loved cooking, had since I was a kid standing on a step stool in the kitchen with my dad, but there was something comforting about having someone else hand you food you didn’t have to plan, buy, or prepare. Food was nurturing, and I was used to being on the other end of it, at least when I wasn’t home with my dad.

I looked around, the detritus of our picnic between us, and exhaled. “Thank you. I think I actually needed this.”

Bram met my gaze and gave me a half nod, which felt like a flood of communication after his weeks of ignoring me completely. When he passed me the open bottle of cider he’d been nursing, I hesitated, then took it from his hand.

His gaze was heated as I brought the bottle to my lips, and my stomach fluttered with the knowledge that moments before, his mouth had been on the bottle too.

I lowered the bottle and licked my lips to catch a stray drop, then handed it back, holding Bram’s gaze. I was so busy watching him that I didn’t clock the fact that Poe’s and Remy’s eyes were locked on my face until Remy spoke.

“Goddamn.”

I looked down at my body, wondering what he was talking about, if maybe I’d spilled food or cider on my clothes. “What?”

“I think I need to taste that cider for myself,” Remy said, his eyes glued to my lips.

He wanted to kiss me. Here. In front of Poe.

And Bram.

“Is that…” I looked at Poe, because I’d slept with him and hadn’t told him about kissing Remy after the protest. “Is that allowed?”

Poe leaned back on his elbows and flashed a lazy grin that went straight to my cunt. “Anything you want is allowed, little bird.”

I hesitated, then leaned toward Remy, wondering what the fuck I was doing. I was sitting on the tinderbox of my lust for all three of the men around me, and I was lighting the match all by myself.

55

MAEVE

The kiss started out slow,and Remy licked the seam of my mouth before sliding his tongue inside. My nipples were hard as the heat of his tongue hit mine, and a spark flared between my thighs.

Remy held my face in one hand as he plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth, the kiss growing more fevered as heat burned between us.

“Fuck me, you taste good,” he said, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. “I’m going to need more, killer.”

The nickname should have annoyed me — I wasn’t a killer, not even when I’d wanted to be — but the appreciation in his voice only made me hotter.

He touched his lips to the base of my throat and shoved my V-neck T-shirt down under my tits. The cool air hit my skin and my nipples got harder when he pulled my bra down to expose my tits.

I looked around, worried someone might stumble on us at the back of the orchard, especially one of the kids we’d seen on field trips. “We can’t… The kids…”

“Gone,” Remy said, his tongue darting out to lick my hard nipple. “Too late in the day.”

I hoped he was right because I was starting to feel pretty helpless under his mouth.

I glanced at Poe through half-closed eyes, wondering if I’d see jealousy or even anger there, but his gaze was fevered as he watched, and there was no mistaking the bulge in his jeans.

I didn’t dare look at Bram, which was just as well, because my eyes closed in pure pleasure when Remy clamped his mouth around one of my tits, palming the other one with one of his big hands.

I let my head fall back, sinking into the delicious warmth of his mouth on my cooling skin. I threaded my fingers through his blond hair, my pussy wet with hunger, then opened my eyes when I heard movement in our little circle.

It was Poe, edging closer to us on the spread of our jackets over the ground.

“I’m going to need a taste too,” he murmured, sliding a hand up one of my thighs. “I know how sweet that little cunt is.”

He kissed me while Remy sucked and licked my tits, teasing my nipples to hardened peaks that were almost painful as my pussy throbbed with need.

I’d never felt anything like the slide of Poe’s tongue in my mouth while Remy worked my tit. Pleasure blotted out everything else: all the pain of June’s murder and all the fury that had kept me alive since it had happened.