Page 38 of Prodigy & Tybalt
I crooked my finger at him, a little breathless as Prodigy’s kisses continued down my jaw and across my throat. “Right here.”
Tybalt groaned as our lips connected, and my greedy fingers curved around his neck, skimming lightly over the bites on each side. He moaned, grabbed a handful of my ass, and wrapped the other hand around my throat where his bitecouldbe right now. Tybalt fucked my mouth with his tongue. I was starting to suspect all his kisses were filthy and lascivious, not a single one of them chaste and understated.
The mess of bloodied flesh hanging from the wall groaned again, stealing my attention for a moment before Tybalt’s fingers gripped my chin, keeping all my focus on him as he sucked on my tongue and made my whole body shudder.
“I want your marks,” I panted when we were forced to break for air. I looked from him to Prodigy, who watched us with dark-eyed hunger and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “I want your bites. Right now.”
“You’re a hundred percent sure?” Prodigy asked, stroking my hip.
“A hundred percent,” I insisted, still catching my breath. “I’ve never found anyone I liked before let alone—” I cut that word off real quick, but Prodigy wasn’t having it.
“Let alone what?” he pressed, his eyes darker, intent, fixed on me.
“I might… have feelings for you,” I told him, told them both.
“Good,” Tybalt grunted, running the pad of his thumb over my pulse. “Because I’m completely and obsessively in love with you. I’m not joking when I say I’m never letting you go.”
My smile was a force of nature, impossible to contain. “I’m okay with that. I want to be where you both are.”
“Hence you’re in a torture basement,” Prodigy said with a wry smile, brushing an achingly sweet kiss to my mouth.
“Nah, I came here for fun. This is what I do on Friday nights.” I waved a hand at the hanging man, at the blood pooling on the floor under him.
Prodigy’s laugh filled the room, so warm and rich and deliciously sexy that I swayed closer, wanting to feel the reverberations of that laugh in my body.
“This isn’t a short-term thing for me,” I said when the amusement settled. “I’m serious about this, about you. If you think it was just for my heat, it’s not. And I know it’s batshit insane—”
“Literally my middle name,” Tyb drawled.
“But I can’t imagine myself liking anyone else. Ever. I don’t care how soon it is. You—” I took a deep breath, made myself be brave. “You feel like my mates. Like we’re the ones who are destined and meant to be. I don’t want to let that go. As you can probably tell by the amount of marks I left on you,” I added wryly.
They were both purring before I’d even finished speaking.
“There’s space for more,” Prodigy said, kissing me. “I’d happily cover every inch of my skin in your bites. Overlap them until there’s no spot left that isn’t yours or Tyb’s. Whose middle name isnotbatshit insane. It’s Glenn.”
“Glenn,” I repeated.
“Hey,” Tyb protested, grabbing a fistful of Prodigy’s red hair and pulling roughly. “I told you that in confidence, motherfucker. And at least my name’s not something douche-y like Brad.”
I grinned. Prodigy’s expression sharpened with a dangerous warning that made me press my thighs together.
“Barclay Brad,” I said, testing it out. “Do your parents hate you?”
“No,” he huffed, affronted. “They love me very much, and as a matter of fact they nag me at least once a day to meet you.”
My eyes got all big. He’d told his parents about me? “My mum wants to meet you, too.” Well, she wanted to meet my mate, but fuck that. Tyb and Prodigy were my real mates. It would be fun to shock her with a buy one get one free deal. Less fun when my cousins and aunties found out I had two men, but those vipers could suck it.
“Help,” a blood-thick voice croaked, ruining the golden glow of the moment.
I turned to my buyer. He dangled on the grey wall, his blood staining the bricks, the floor, and what remained of his clothes. “Can you shut the fuck up? I’m asking my alphas to mark me, and you’re ruining our romantic moment.”
When I sighed and turned back around, Tybalt was grinning like a fool and Prodigy’s eyes were so soft they made my stomach flutter.
“You’re not sickened at all by this?” Prodigy asked, waving a hand at the bloodied sack of meat.
I shrugged. “He deserves it. I’d definitely object if Tyb was torturing someone innocent.”
Tybalt’s groan was disproportionate to my remark. He pulled me back against him, thrusting his erection against the softness of my ass. “Say it again.”
