Page 10 of Dying in Flames (Reborn 4)
I also could never say no with a ring like this…not that I would ever want to, of course. Although if I tried, I had a feeling they would get all growly, and that had the potential to be very fun.
“Kitten?” Sai’s voice had me snapping my head to where he walked over from his bedroom, my mouth instantly going dry at how amazing he looked. I swallowed, my eyes wide as I looked over his amber skin and the way his tattoos almost seemed to conform to his muscles. As he appeared in front of me, I ran my fingers over his chest, a hiss coming out of his clenched teeth as he pulled me fully against him.
“Damnit,” he muttered a small curse. “You should not be able to wear silk.”
“Why not?” I walked my fingers up his chest as Bella hopped down and proceeded to ignore us, making her way towards the smell of food. It distracted me enough that I didn’t notice Sai was backing me up until I was leaning against the wall with him caging me.
“Because you look edible,” he admitted, brushing his nose against my neck. My skin broke out into shivers, the reaction to him being like this almost primal.
“Didn’t Marco say dragons ate princesses?” I whispered. “I’m not opposed to that type of eating.”
Sai chuckled softly. “Yeah? Did you like my mouth between your thighs, kitten?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as his fingers moved from my waist until they were running against the silk of my shorts, causing everything to tighten as I squirmed against him.
“Fuck. I can smell your little pussy getting all wet for me,” he groaned, his lips tracing my jaw as my nipples hardened against the silk top, my breath catching when his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak.
I wanted Sai so bad. I could feel it in every element of my being that called out to him, wanting him to slide inside of me…
“No.” Marco came up the stairs, sounding pretty darn grumpy and causing Sai to groan.
“You are such a fucking cockblock,” Sai complained against my neck. Marco rolled his eyes, his body covered in ash and his eyes filled with exhaustion he was trying to hide.
“Yes, that is why I am saying no,” Marco drew out. “Makes complete sense since I didn’t kick your dumb ass for making her come with her parents right outside—”
“Ah!” I blushed, covering my ears and narrowing my eyes at the man, his smile growing.
“So why then?” Sai argued.
“She’s exhausted, for one,” Marco pointed out as Sai kissed my forehead with a sound of agreement. “But more than that, everyone is on edge, and I don’t trust that Maya won’t attract everyone to join in with how fucking sweet she smells right now. Baby girl, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I have a feeling that you aren’t ready for that yet.”
All of them? At once? Oh my.
I opened my mouth to answer before sucking on my bottom lip, my mind greatly disagreeing with my body.
Sai broke out into laughter before shaking his head and kissing me again. “Fine, Marco. Fine.” He sounded more amused than anything as he walked down the steps, leaving me with Marco.
“Is it true?” I asked with a small smile. “Are you being a cockblock?”
Marco walked up to me, caging me against the wall but not touching me. “Is that what I did to you, Maya? Am I wrong about you being ready for more than just one or two of us at a time? I feel like you might not be positive about what exactly you want, because you didn’t disagree or agree with the notion of being with multiple of us.”
“I don’t mind the idea,” I whispered, my breath catching.
“Fuck,” Marco muttered and then stepped back. “Alright baby girl, you gotta go downstairs, because if you keep talking like that, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Responsibility sucks,” I murmured. His lips kicked up, genuine amusement pulsing through our bond.
“We can be irresponsible later. I need to take care of you, which means you need to eat, okay? Plus, I would rather not fuck you while covered in the ashes of dead witches.”
My eyes widened. “Marco!”
“What?” he asked seriously, looking confused.
“They’re dead,” I whispered. “Don’t talk about them like that. It’s mean.”
“They hurt you,” he leveled. “They didn’t see ‘mean,’ even when I killed them.”
“But they are dead now.” I motioned to his disheveled state. “We probably shouldn’t even be talking about them.”
