Page 61 of Burn Like An Angel

“I’m going to find Warner.” I wipe my tears aside.

“No.” Raine refuses to release his grip. “You’re staying right here.”

“Let me go! Now!”

“He doesn’t speak for me, guava girl. I’m selfish enough to admit I want you here, even if it means you’re in the firing line with us. At least we’re together.”

Raine’s head lowers to my chest, the only place he can reach as I continue to fight his hold. I’d expect this from one of the others, but not my Raine. I hate how this horror show is changing us all.

He kisses my chest and clavicles exposed by the loose t-shirt’s neckline. The small, simple touches are an attempt to distract me from spiralling.

“I know you’re scared,” he breathes into my skin. “But you didn’t make a mistake by choosing to stay. You chose us.”

Each kiss he lavishes me with drives his words home. I hate that Lennox is sitting right there, witnessing our intimacy, yet I’m also glad he’s forced to see what he’ll never have.

“Let us choose you back,” Raine pleads. “Let us carry the burden with you. Let us help you get through this.”

Lips coasting up my neck then skimming my jaw, I pour all my focus into the feel of his touch. Each gentle, delicate kiss. I home in on the way it contrasts the hatred I still feel pouring from Lennox’s glower.

“Raine,” I whine. “We have company.”

“Ignore him, babe. Let the asshole see exactly what he’s missing because he’s being too stubborn to change.”

Then his lips meet mine—plush and attentive. Raine pushes his mouth on mine to drive out every last horrid thought causing me to fracture. The kiss is passionate, demanding, full of desperation.

Pressure sears into the side of my head, intensifying Raine’s firm kiss. I know Lennox is watching intently. What I don’t know is how he’s going to react. Not anymore.

Hysteria turns red-hot and liquifies as it fills my veins. Treacle-like heat pumps through me, warming my extremities even in the building’s chill. I can feel every solid inch of Raine beneath me.

His tongue glides into my mouth, exploring every corner in his bid to pull me back from the brink. The fire ants morph into tiny, pleasurable explosions that cause my hips to shift.

I think I hear Lennox choke on a breath. Yet I couldn't care less. Not when Raine responds in kind and bucks up into me, the heat from his growing erection hitting my core.

“Rip,” he breaks the kiss to rasp. “Let’s… just take a minute. You’re upset.”

“Shut up, Raine.”

Glancing to the side, I lock onto Lennox’s hard stare. The column of heat stirring the still waters in his eyes encourages me to slam my lips back on Raine’s mouth.

Fuck him.

He doesn’t want me?

Fine. Raine does.

I don’t care if it’s the adrenaline talking. If a week of barely sleeping has frayed my sanity and I’m on the verge of an unmedicated breakdown. I need this release. Just the thought of it is already loosening my lungs.

Grinding on his hardening cock, I enjoy each toe-curling spike the friction brings. A groan builds in Raine’s throat as he kisses me back, painting a bruise onto my lips.

His grip has slackened so he can clutch my hips, giving me room to touch him. I drag my hands down his chest, stopping at the waistband of the borrowed jeans he still wears.

I make short work of unclasping the button and pushing a hand inside. Lennox can continue watching if he likes. He can also fuck off to kingdom come for all I care.

Shifting backwards, I guide Raine’s length free from his jeans. He groans when my hand clasps around his velvety cock, stroking the shaft in a slow tease.

“Watch your friend fuck my throat, Nox,” I taunt brazenly. “Watch what I let him do to me. Watch what you could be doing… if only you cared.”

Kneeling in front of Raine, I drag my tongue across his entire length, from tip to base. His cock jerks in my hands in time to his hissed breathing.

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