Page 69 of Vengeful Melodies
“Can I?” Kai's voice was husky, almost ragged around the edges.
I nodded, my pulse stuttering in my throat. “Yes…”
The fabric peels away slowly, his hands firm but patient as he slides my shorts down my thighs. Goosebumps race across my skin as I felt the weight of every gaze settle on me. I could hear Bash’s breath hitch behind me. Could feel the way the air in the room changed—thicker, heavier, charged with something primal.
“Fuck, Dreya,” Bash murmurs, as i people myself up just enough for my back to lift from the chaise, his fingertips trailingup my spine with a featherlight stroke that make my knees wobble. “Are you sure about this?”
My heart thuds against my ribs. I turn my head slightly, catching Kaiser's gaze again just as he leans in and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh—slow, possessive.
“Want us to use protection?” Kai asks, his voice low and serious, even as his mouth hovers near places that make me ache.
It would be so easy to deflect, to joke, to turn away from the intimacy of this moment. But I don’t want to. Not with them.
“No,” I say softly, but clearly. “It’s okay. I want to feel you—all of you.”
Something shifts in him. That slow-burning tension in his frame snaps , unravels. Kai hands leave my legs and moves to his jeans, undoing his belt with a practice flick, eyes never leaving mine. My breath catches as he pushes his pants low enough to free himself, and then I see him.
My mouth parts—no words, just heat blooming between my legs and curiosity sparking like fire.
Metal glints in the low light. The thick length of his cock was pierced—a Prince Albert, and a Jacob’s Ladder—each barbell and ring shining like something dangerous, forbidden, beautifully delicious.
My eyes widen slightly, but I don’t look away.
I want him. Just like that.
“Still okay?” Kai's is gentler now, though there was a current of restraint in it—barely hanging on.
I don’t answer with words. I reach for his waistband and pull him closer, needing the weight of him, the heat, the promise in his eyes.
That is all it takes.
Kaiser’s mouth crashes against mine, all heat and urgency, and I melt into it, into him. His hands grip my thighs, lifting melike I weigh nothing, pressing me back against the cool fabric. I wrap around him without thinking—legs around his waist, arms clutching his shoulders, desperate for more.
Kai grinds against me, his pierced cock dragging along my soaked folds without entering, and it’s torture. I whimper into his mouth, fingers digging into his back as I try to pull him closer.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Kai groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth scrape my skin, then he sucks—leaving a mark I know I’ll feel tomorrow. “You want it like this, siren?”
“God, yes,” I breathe, the words leaving me in a rush.
Fingers slide around my waist from behind, familiar and teasing. Bash. Of course it’s Bash. His presence is warm and electric, mischief crackling beneath it. “You two started without us?” he drawls against my shoulder, lips brushing skin. “Rude.”
Before I can reply, his hand slides between my thighs. His touch is bold and confident, a slow stroke that has my breath catching in my throat.
“She’s soaked,” Bash murmurs, and there’s awe in his voice, like I’m some kind of miracle. “So fucking ready for us.”
Kaiser growls. “She said no condom. Said she wanted to feel us.”
“Fuck me,” Bash whispers, pressing a kiss just below my ear. “That’s so fucking sexy, Little songbird.”
From the corner of my eye, I see movement. Alix. He’s shirtless, tattoos catching in the soft light, his black hair a mess, his eyes locks on me like I’m the only thing he sees. Behind him, Takoa stands still—arms crossed, jaw tight, but his eyes are molten, burning through me.
Alix steps in close, fingers lifting my chin as he tilts my face toward him. “Is this what you want, Darlin?” he asks, voice low and smooth. “All four of us? Taking you. Making you ours?”
A shiver rolls down my spine. I nod, lips parted, breath shallow. “Yes.”
Kaiser pulls back just enough to position himself, and then he pushes in. Slow. The stretch is incredible, the weight of him filling me, the piercings dragging against every nerve ending. My head falls back against the softened chaise, a cry tearing from my throat.
“Holy shit,” Bash moans behind me. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”