Page 20 of Vengeful Melodies

Grey cuts his eyes at him in the rearview mirror. “Jealous I wasn’t eye-fuckingyou, Alix?”

“You wish, pretty boy,” Alix fires back. “We all know you couldn’t handle me.”

His fingers are flying across his phone screen, too fast, too focused. He’s trying to hide something.

Interesting.

Before I can push him on it, the SUV slows to a stop in front of the hotel—and I’m yanked from the vehicle by Bash, heading straight for the room we’ve been assigned.

The moment we step inside the elevator, the doors glide shut behind us, sealing us inside with dim gold lighting that shimmers off the metal walls like a stage spotlight.

Bash presses the button for our floor, but the second his finger leaves the panel, it’s on me—gripping my waistband and yanking me flush against his body like he’s starved for something only I can give him.

“You’re seriously going to act like that in front of everyone?” I hiss against the shell of his ear, but my hand still finds its way to the nape of his neck, fingers threading into his curls, tugging just enough to make him groan.

Alix groans dramatically from the corner. “You two are walking sex crimes.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Koa mutters, unbothered, flicking ash into an empty water bottle. “Let them fuck it out. Might shut them up for a night.”

Grey remains stone-faced, but I see the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth in the elevator mirror—he’s amused, even if he won't say it.

Bash turns his head and licks the corner of my mouth, deliberately, as if marking me in front of them. “They’re just mad they don’t get to watch,” he whispers, voice dipped in heat and arrogance.

I grip his chin and force his eyes to mine. “Careful, sweetheart. Keep talking like that and I’ll make you come untouched before these doors open.”

The elevator dings, but no one moves.

“Move,” I growl. “Or stay and get a free show. I don't really give a fuck.”

They shuffle out quickly.

The second the door shuts to the bedroom, I slam him against it. Our mouths collide—hot, wet, angry. All the restraint we faked in front of the others shatters.

“You’ve been asking for this all damn night,” I growl, gripping his wrists and pinning them above his head. “You thought I wouldn’t make good on my threat?”

Bash arches against me, panting. “I was hoping you’d make good on it.”

I drop to my knees, yanking down his jeans with one swift tug. His cock springs free, swollen and glistening with need. I lick a stripe up the underside, slow and deliberate, watching his head fall back and hit the door with a soft thud.

“Fuck—Kai.”

My name sounds like a prayer and a curse on his tongue. I wrap my lips around the head, swirling once, before taking him deeper, my tongue tracing every vein, every piercing. His thighs tremble.

I pull off with a pop. “Get on the bed. Now.”

He stumbles toward it, stripping his shirt and tossing it somewhere I don’t care to track. I shed my own clothes in a trail, stalking toward him with nothing but hunger in my eyes.

He lays back, spread out like a fucking feast, one hand wrapped around his cock lazily stroking, tempting. “You gonna stare or fuck me, rockstar?”

I grab his ankles and yank him down the bed, flipping him over and dragging my nails down the curve of his ass, watching him arch into it.

“You want it raw?” I ask, voice gravel.

He looks over his shoulder, eyes blazing. “I want it to hurt.”

And fuck, I give it to him.

I slick him up quick, not caring for softness tonight. We’re both too far gone. The second I push in, he chokes on a moan—loud, desperate, filthy.