Page 64 of Vengeful Melodies
Takoa’s already out and rounding the vehicle, Alix lighting a cigarette with a lazy grin like he’s watching the best chaos unfold. A roadie rolls two luggage carts past us, Jack padding proudly beside him on a leash like the prince he is. Another cart follows, overloaded with black duffels, instrument cases, and tangled cords.
Kaiser takes off toward the hotel doors with me still in his arms like we’re escaping something—or chasing it.
“Let’s go, rockstars,” Alix calls, flicking ash and strolling behind us with infuriating calm. “The chaos suite awaits.”
The Hilton staff doesn’t even blink as four tattooed men, a girl half-laughing in one of their arms, and a dog-on-a-leash parade through the lobby like a walking band poster.
The elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime, locking us in a narrow metal box that smells faintly of leather, cologne, and the last curl of smoke from Alix’s cigarette. Kaiser sets me down, slow like he’s savoring it, and even when my feet hit the carpeted floor, he doesn’t step back.
He’s close enough that the heat of his body brushes mine, close enough that the cool mirrored wall behind me feels like the only thing keeping me upright.
Bash leans in on my other side, his voice low, laced with something that makes my skin prickle. “You liked that. Being carried. Admit it, Little Songbird.”
I try to smirk. “No comment.”
Kaiser’s gaze drags over me, slow and unapologetic, before flicking to Bash. Without warning, he leans in and kisses him—slow, deliberate, tongues just barely meeting before they break apart.
It’s not long. But it’s enough to make my pulse stumble.
Bash turns his attention back to me with a smirk, eyes glinting. “You jealous?”
I want to say no.
But my voice betrays me. “Maybe I want in on that.”
The space tightens instantly. Bash’s grin deepens, and Kaiser’s lips curve into something darker. He doesn’t kiss me—no, that would be too easy. Instead, he lifts his hand and skims the backs of his fingers along my jaw, down the side of my neck, just barely grazing the line where my pulse hammers.
“Careful, Siren,” he murmurs. “We might take you up on that.”
Bash shifts behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hand lands at my hip, thumb stroking slow circles over the thin fabric of my skirt, the motion lazy but loaded. I suck in a breath I hope they can’t hear.
Kaiser steps closer, his thigh sliding between mine—not pressing, just close enough that I canfeelthe heat radiating from him. His eyes drop to my mouth like he’s studying the way I breathe.
Bash’s breath ghosts against my ear, making me shiver. “You’re blushing, Songbird. Wonder what you’d look like if we really touched you.”
My grip tightens around the metal railing behind me. I don’t trust my knees to keep me upright.
Kaiser’s fingertips graze just under the hem of my shirt, tracing a slow path along the bare skin above my hip before retreating—infuriatingly slow. Bash mirrors him, sliding his hand along my thigh but stopping just shy of where I want him most.
It’s maddening.
I feel caged in, every nerve on high alert, but they never cross the line. Just graze. Tease. Linger. Like they know exactly how close they can get without breaking me.
Takoa’s voice cuts through the thick air—calm, cool, but edged with something that makes me bite my lip. “Enough. She’s already halfway undone.”
Kaiser pulls back half an inch, but his smile is pure sin. Bash laughs softly, his thumb pressing once into my hip before he lets go.
I meet Takoa’s eyes in the mirrored wall. “I never say anything I don’t mean,” I tell him.
His gaze holds mine like a promise.
The elevator dings open, but I’m still trembling inside. We step out, and all I can think about is how badly I want them to finish what they started—and how much worse it’s going to get when we’re alone upstairs.
Alix pulls the keycard from his back pocket and slides it into the reader. The lock clicks, and the suite door swings open to reveal a stretch of floor-to-ceiling windows spilling city light across a massive velvet sectional, a gleaming bar stocked like a backstage greenroom, and Los Angeles glittering below like it’s on fire.
But I don’t see any of it.
I see them.