Page 51 of The Villain's Beast

“He’s pretty, now that I get a good look at him,” Luca said, smiling against my mouth. “Does he taste good?”

“He’s right here,” Bellamy said.

Luca opened his eyes and stared Bellamy down over my shoulder. “Do you taste good?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“You didn’t let him taste it when you fucked him?” Luca asked me, mouthing kisses against my neck with his lips and his tongue.

“He came all over the sheets,” I murmured. “It felt cruel to make him lap it up from there.”

“You’ve made me do worse.”

“You like it,” I reminded him, pinching his ribs until he untangled himself from my arms. Luca was naked and hard, hickeys bruising his neck and throat from where Fletcher and I had our way with him last night. He looked debauched and used, which was good…because he was. “Go get in the shower, Luca.”

I reached behind me and caught the cuff of Bellamy’s hoodie between my fingers, pulling him close. He stumbled, maybe, and reached for Luca, sliding an arm around his waist to stop himself from falling over. It gave Luca a small shove off-balance, then he circled his arms around Bellamy and pulled at the bottom of the massive hoodie,

“Whose sweater is this?” he asked.

“Gideon’s,” Bellamy whispered.

“Save it for Fletcher,” Luca teased, stripping it over Bellamy’s head and discarding it onto my bed.

Beneath the hoodie, Bellamy wasn’t wearing anything besides the disheveled white pants he’d worn the night before at the offering. The shirt had to have been ruined, and howgracious of Gideon to not parade him through the woods half-naked. Maybe he wasn’t such a beast after all.

Reaching out, I pulled Bellamy away from Luca’s wandering hands, making sure there was enough breathing room between all of our overheated bodies.

“Bellamy,” I said softly, spinning him around to face me. He was a sight, as he always was, but now with messy hair and flushed cheeks, blown pupils and a dangerously hungry mouth. “Do you want to be here?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“Because it’s important,” I said. “Because you went from asking me to fuck you rough so you wereprepared, to letting Luca manhandle you into the shower without so much as a hello.”

“I was under the impression we’re all past small talk.” His mouth quirked into a smile before falling flat.

“No.” I shook my head. “Small talk is allwehave sometimes.”

Bellamy sighed, fidgeting his hands in front of him again like some kind of nervous habit. I remembered him kissing Gideon’s palm after I’d kissed Bellamy’s knuckles. The five of us were so close and so tangled, but so treacherously far away from each other.

“I told Gideon last night, I didn’t want anything to do with this life, but it’s mine now and I have to make the best of it,” Bellamy explained.

“And is this making the best of it?”

“Isn’t it?” he countered, shrugging his shoulders up toward his ears.

“I think it is,” Luca said, taking a step toward Bellamy and closing some of the space I’d put between us. “We’re only allowed what we have, and we only have what we can take.”

“The two of you are together?” Bellamy asked.

Luca walked his fingers across the top of Bellamy’s shoulder, and Bellamy inclined his head to the side so Luca could move further up his neck.

“I love him,” I answered, “but you cannot tell a soul, Bellamy. I’ll burn both of these houses down before I lose him.”

“You’re a romantic,” Luca murmured, propping his chin on Bellamy’s shoulder. His lips were still slick with spit from our kiss, and I knew without asking his hole was just as wet, thanks to Fletcher’s early morning fuck. Which I only missed out on because I’d gone downstairs to make some coffee.

“Fletcher knows, though. Doesn’t he?”

“Fletcher has his own secrets,” I said.