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And then we’re gone.
Thirteen
Finally
The flooringof the ship hits my knees hard. Before I even stand, Sinister is sailing us out. He doesn’t wait for the wind’s assistance, he uses his powerful magic and soars us the hell away from that eerie island.
The drenched fabric of my yellow dress clings to my limbs, sending a tremble wracking through my body. Chaos’ big hands are on me the moment my teeth so much as chatter. Up and down his palms trace along my arms. Shivering seconds pass, a cold breeze blowing before I bend at the waist and shove the skirt off entirely. The drifting of Chaos’ hands halt, and when I look up, Rime is also shedding his drenched jeans. Except he doesn’t stop. Boots tumble to the deck flooring with a thud, and slick jeans slap down next.
“Someone could have mentioned we were going to get naked. I feel really behind on the party right now,” Chaos says, pulling off his jeans as well, dripping water down my shoulder as he goes.
Sinister turns away from the helm, and the three of us end up in our underwear in just thirty seconds flat.
“What are you guys doing?” Water drips from his hair, sliding down his bare shoulders.
“We’re freezing, Sin.” My teeth jar together, drawing out his name as I shudder hard.
“Oh.” He nods, fuming hellacious heat off of his damp skin with a faint waft of pale smoke.
He doesn’t seem to understand the situation at all for us. My hand raises, and I consider drying us with a wave of my magic. And for Rime and Chaos, I do. They tremble at the feel of it. My power slinks around them in a gush of warm air, stealing away the dampness of their hair so quickly Chaos actually pauses to touch the ends of his inky locks.
As for me, I slowly walk with my fingers laced around one another, hunching my shoulders against the urge to shiver. I want so badly to just use my magic, but instead, I walk right to him. And Sinister wraps me up in his warm arms as soon as I’m near enough. The heat of his skin feels good. He feels so good; all I want to do is let him hold me.
Right now, after all of that, I just want to remind myself that they’re here still.
We sail out for miles before the ship finally slows to a drifting pace. The island is far behind us. The threat of those bizarre women is gone, and all that’s left is the faded red lines against my skin from where her snake-like body wrapped around me.
“Did she hurt you?” His long fingertips skim over the gaping cut along my palm.
Tingling energy sinks into me, heating me all the way down to my core as he heals the little wound the coral reef cut into me. Healing power is an intoxicating feeling; the static energy buzzes beneath the skin, lighting every nerve. A hum that’s dangerously close to a moan pulls from my lips.
“I’m fine,” I tell him on an unsteady breath.
My face tilts down to his chest, breathing in the warm smell that’s tinged with a sort of cinnamon scent. The heat of his palms push slowly up and down my spine, warming me everywhere his fingertips touch. The lean muscle of his chest is wet, but the warmth of his skin sears right into mine.
“You feel so good, Sin,” I whisper, and he shivers when my breath fans against his chest.
Less than a beat passes before he replies, “So do you, love.” His whisper is more of a rasp, making his accent a lower tone that sends a new sort of tingling through my body.
I don’t look up at him. My fingers slide down the lines of his abs, feeling the full effect of his heated skin with every slow move my hand makes. His muscles there jump beneath my touch. I keep going, exploring in silence as he stands stoically still. My heart pounds, but the feel of his heart thundering just as hard against my fingertips is enough to urge me on. His gaze never once leaves my face while he studies my intentions closely.
Chest to chest, we watch each other. The lace fabric of my bra is rough against my nipples as I brush my body fully against his. Seconds slip by.
“Take off your underwear.” The demand is barely out of my mouth when he reacts.
His mouth slams onto mine. The firm press of his lips is a controlling feel; his hands grip my hips hard, and my feet stumble when he walks me backward. I never question it. Not once do I pause to consider what he’s doing. Until my back meets smooth, warm skin. Behind me, the hard outline of someone’s cock presses against my lower back just as Sinister’s erection skims my hip. Several sets of slow and taunting touches whisper along my skin, but Sinister never stops kissing me. With all the gentle, teasing touches, I can’t decipher who’s who until the heavy feel of Chaos’ big hand pushes at the thin material of my underwear.
A gasp slips from my lips, and Sinister pulls back just enough for me to look back to see who I’m pressed against. Rime’s lips slowly tilt into a cruel smile that looks gentler and more affectionate than I’ve ever seen. He looks like he’d tear apart the entire world just to keep me safe.
And I fully believe he would.
His lips skim over the curve of my neck with the lightest brush of his mouth against my skin. I feel the tilt of his smile and a needy breath escapes my lungs. Sometimes I think all he wants is to torture me with sensual touches until I come just from the buildup of his hands on my body. Those hands confirm my thoughts when he slowly slides his palms up over my stomach, across my ribs, and just lightly pushes both hands over my breasts before trailing right back down to do it all over again.
I’m so focused on his teasing touch that it’s all I feel until rough, wet panties slide down my thighs. Chaos kneels at my feet at Sinister’s side. Sinister glances down at the man positioned between our hips, but his hooded, crimson gaze lifts to meet mine again. I’m very aware of how Sinister shifts, giving Chaos space just before the demon’s fingers slide gradually up my throat. It’s the most patient touch, but the rough way he pulls my jaw toward him isn’t gentle at all. The demanding way his tongue spears into my mouth makes me gasp against him, and that gasp only intensifies as a mouth presses slowly over my sex.
The firm stroke of Chaos’ tongue mirrors Sinister’s, and the combined feeling of it all has me weak in Sinister’s arms. Cold fingers thread through my hair, and my neck is jarred to one side just as sharp teeth rake across my neck, nipping and sucking and kissing along the sensitive skin there.
Lower Chaos rolls his tongue until he’s fucking me deep with his mouth, and it’s all too much. It’s as much as I can take.
