Page 31 of Vengeful Melodies (Heaven’s Guilt Revenge Tour Duet #1)

Chapter Thirty

Dreya

The mirror fogs around me as I drag the comb through my curls, breath catching at the low flicker in my eyes. My skin’s flushed. My blood’s loud. There’s no denying it anymore—something’s shifted.

Something cracked open between the laughter, the kisses, the dares whispered like confessions.

And maybe I should be afraid. Maybe I was, for a heartbeat. But now?

Now I want to watch them come undone.

The shirt I tug over my head is black and barely clings to modesty.

Thin as sin, cropped high enough to expose a sliver of underboob and tight enough to highlight the sway of my chest when I walk.

I leave it off the shoulder, skin bare and begging.

Below, only a pair of deep red sleep shorts cling to my hips like a secret, riding dangerously high.

When I re-enter the room, silence falls like a guillotine.

All three of them look up.

And stay looking.

Kai’s mouth parts like he forgot how to breathe. Bash’s drink stills halfway to his lips. Alix? He’s sitting forward like gravity just gave up on him.

I lean on the doorframe, pretending not to notice the way their eyes drag over every inch of me. “Did I miss another round?”

Bash finds his voice first. It’s raw. Rough. “That’s not playing fair, Dreya.”

“Good,” I purr, stepping forward slowly. “Because I’m not here to play fair anymore.”

I glide past Kai, brushing my fingers across his shoulder, hearing the breath he lets out like a curse.

Bash tracks my every step with the hunger of someone circling a flame he knows will burn him.

And Alix—he’s standing now, slow and cautious, like one wrong move might send the whole world crashing down.

“I thought maybe,” I murmur, eyes darting between them, “you were done teasing. Thought you might be done waiting.”

Alix’s voice is a low throb. “What are you saying, Darlin?”

I walk right up to him, toe-to-toe, chin tilted up. “I’m saying the air in this room is heavy, and you’ve all been breathing it in like it’s not poisoning us. Like we haven’t been—” I pause, exhaling, “—starving.”

Kai moves first. His hand finds the curve of my waist, thumb grazing skin just beneath the hem of my shirt. “And if we say we don’t want to wait anymore?” he says quietly.

Bash steps closer too, brushing a knuckle along my bare shoulder. “If we said we want more… that it wouldn’t ruin a damn thing?”

Alix cups the side of my neck gently, voice barely a whisper. “That it’d fix something we didn’t even realize was broken?” My pulse stutters.

The room hums with tension so thick it feels like smoke, pressing against my skin, seeping into my lungs.

Then the door clicks. And everything in me goes still.

Takoa stands there—shoulders tense, jaw sharp, eyes dark and unreadable as they roam over me. He’s quiet. Always is. The kind of quiet that you feel before you hear. The kind of quiet that promises storms.

Takoa doesn’t speak. Just closes the balcony door behind him like the noise outside doesn't matter anymore.

Like I’m the only thing in the world he sees.

Takoa walks toward me, slow, measured, his usual calm curled tight like a wire ready to snap. “Didn’t realize we were starting without me,” he murmurs, voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it.

“You were brooding,” Bash tosses out, half teasing, but Takoa doesn’t even blink.

His eyes stay on me. Burning. Dismantling.

“I’m not good at this,” Takoa says lowly, stepping closer.

“I’m not the one who flirts first. I don’t chase.

I watch. I wait.” He stops right in front of me.

His fingers trail just barely along the inside of my arm.

“But with you?” Takoa’s breath hits my cheek.

“I’m losing my goddamn mind trying not to touch you. ”

My breath hitches, heat flooding between my thighs.

“I’ve written songs about demons that bled less into me than you have in three weeks.” Takoa tilts my chin up, eyes flickering over my lips. “So if we’re doing this… if we’re breaking it wide open—”

“We are,” I whisper, aching.

Something in him unhinges. And then his mouth crashes against mine.

It’s rough. Desperate. All the tension he held back, poured into teeth and tongue and breath.

My hands tangle in his shirt. Kai presses against my back, his hands finding the edge of my shorts, tugging just enough to make me gasp.

Alix’s mouth is at my neck again, whispering filth that turns my knees to jelly.

Bash groans somewhere behind me. “Fuck, look at her. Look what we’re doing to her.”

“Look what she’s doing to us,” Alix growls.

Clothes peel away like second skins. Warm fingers graze over heated flesh. Lips trail over every exposed inch like I’m a prayer they’re desperate to speak.

Takoa lifts me by the thighs and lays me back across the velvet chaise, his body settling between mine like he belongs there. His voice is thick, wrecked. “We’ll worship you, Dreya.”

Kai kisses down my outer thigh as Bash’s mouth slides along my stomach, teasing, tasting. Alix watches me like he’s memorizing the way I break apart beneath them, the way I welcome it. Takoa shifts letting Kaiser take his space between my thighs.

Kai’s fingers brush against my hips, curling under the waistband of my shorts.

His touch warm, teasing, reverent—and it sent a shiver straight down my spine.

When I look at him, he was already watching me, his dark blue eyes searching mine like he needs my answer before he dares take the next breath.

“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 trailing up 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 me like 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.”