Page 224 of Drown Like Heaven
Drinking another angel’s ichor felt good as an angel, but it feltinsaneas a human. It’d fuck her up for sure. Make her all horny and pliant—like I needed any help with that.
I walked over to stand in front of Dakota and Mason, inhaling deep. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her body limp, her pupils so dilated I almost couldn’t see the green in her irises. I held the front of her throat, careful not to touch Mason as I leaned down to kiss her.
She kissed me back, all sloppy and openmouthed, unable to stop herself from grinding back on Mason’s dick—while kissingme. Fuck. It simultaneously pissed me off and made me so horny I couldn’t think straight.Lying slut. Going behind my back right in front of my face.
I tightened my grip on her throat, kissing her harder, deeper. It was getting really hard to ignore the other person in the room, his proximity to me, our complicated history. His heat, his scent, his size behind her.
I had to fight the urge to let my eyes roll back in my head as I inhaled Mason’s kapnos with my tongue still in Dakota’s mouth, feeling his pheromones in my lungs like a physical sensation, a weight tugging me under. The scent mixed with Dakota’s arousal, dripping all down her thighs now, I was sure.
My free hand slid downwards, fingers skating over her pussy as she moaned into my mouth.
“She’s so fucking wet right now,” I said, looking at Mason over Dakota’s head. “Feel.”
I moved my hand away, making room for him. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he did what I’d told him to do, as he felt Dakota’s dripping cunt. She moaned and squirmed, trapped between us, and I stuck my thumb in her mouth to give her something to do with her mouth.
“Feel it?” I asked, my voice getting husky.
“Yeah. She’s making a mess on my palm.”
“Are you?” I turned my head down towards her and she looked up through her eyelashes, nodding, getting high off my blood. “Let’s get you on the bed.”
Mason helped her get her wrists in front of her again, but I didn’t untie her. I looped another piece of rope around her restraints and secured her to the bedframe.
“Tell me who you want to finger you right now.”
“You,” she whispered, like a good girl, like a pretty liar.
I arched an eyebrow. “So now not only are you lying to me, but you’re also lying to my guest. That’s not very polite.” I could see the hunger in Mason’s stare, see that nasty part of him breaking the surface. There were so many ways I wanted to punish Dakota, and about just as many for him.
She’d be first. Unfortunate for her that I had help.
I took my shirt off and he did the same, both of us standing on either side of the bed, Dakota trying to hide by twisting her body on the comforter between us. My hands snapped out tograb her ankles, stretch her naked body out so she couldn’t hide anything. And then Mason slapped her breast, making her gasp.
Yeah, I was fucking lying to myself if I said I didn’t like this side of Mason. There was a reason we’d been together in the first place. It was also a huge part of why we ended, though.
Dakota looked at me like I was going to save her, ashamed fear coloring her face as she whined. He was still hovering over her.
“If you think I’ll stop him, I won’t,” I said, making her eyes even wider.I like this shit, too. You’ll learn.
He did it again, and I kind of hated that he hadn’t waited for my permission, but I also craved his reckless nature. This washim. Act first, think later. Never apologize. Do bad things without stopping to consider the consequences.
Mason ducked down, pushing his palm against her throat as he kissed her.
I watched his tongue slide into her mouth, hot and slick and searching. And then I watchedhertongue flick right back against his. Her little shiver sent a jolt straight to my dick.
“Don’t kiss her,” I gritted out, shoving Mason off. She blinked up at me, mouth open slightly, lips glistening with his saliva. I bent forward, cupping her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. “And you don’t get to decide who you want anymore. That’s my job. You’ll take whatever I give, from whoever I choose.”
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
“You think I don’t notice the way you look at him?” I asked, knowing it would scare her, make her question what was happening. “I do. I just choose when to allow it.”
She could interpret that however she wanted.
They both always had the same question for me.Why?Why did I want to orchestrate these fucked-up situations?
Why the fuck not.
It screwed up their minds a lot more than it screwed up mine, and I’d always been a bit of a sadist. There was something specifically immoral about making a girl who was cheating on me get touched by my ex in front of me—who she still didn’t know was my ex—but I didn’t care much for being morally correct.
