Page 38 of Lady of Darkness
Looking down at the crystal tumbler, it’s filled with what smells like whiskey. I don’t hesitate, shooting it back and wincing as the burning sensation slowly crawls down my esophagus.
“Fuck,” I say glumly, holding the glass out for more. Alaric procures the bottle from somewhere on the other side of his seat, pouring me the same amount. I shoot this one, too. “Jesus.” Coughing, I rub my chest.
Alaric smiles as he takes my glass. “Take it easy. That should help.”
I nod as I stare out of the window. I’m quiet for a minute as we level out. “How did you know where I was?”
Alaric places his hand on mine again as we hit a patch of turbulence going through a cloud. “Theo hacked into their email system. We saw Luka had booked you a ticket to Podgorica, but we didn’t want to alert Montenegrin airspace that we were coming after you, so we landed in Dubrovnik, Croatia. Then we drove and just started going down the list of Acadian safehouses.”
“You have a list?”
He nods. “There were about fifty possibilities. We got lucky on the fourth house.”
“I see.” My head is spinning from the whiskey, and I’m both tired and anxious. This information making me somewhat uneasy. “What if I’d been in house number fifty?” I ask slowly, my voice quiet.
I can’t see Alaric’s face that well because of the dim light, but I see the way his expression changes–the way it softens at my question.
They’re so hard, so severe, that it always takes my breath away when they act like normal human beings.
“Then there would’ve been forty-nine piles of ash behind us,” he answers, his voice rough and low. That answer has my stomach fluttering and thighs clenching. If we weren’t in the air, I’d be in his lap in the next second.
His hand moves from my hand to my thigh, lightly brushing the silk fabric of my pajamas. At his touch, a moan catches in my throat. His eyes are so black when they meet mine, and I can see the way he’s breathing quickly, the way he pulls his lower lip between his teeth as his brows furrow in concentration and restraint. The seatbelt sign switches off, indicating that we’ve hit 10,000 feet, and I’m suddenly so hot, so flushed from his attention.
I hear him snap our seatbelts off, and then he stands quickly, grabbing me under the arms and pulling me out of my seat.
“What are you–”
He drops me onto the couch and places a palm over my mouth. “I thought you were dead, Harlow. Let me feast. Let me get that fear out of my fucking system.”
I gasp as he tugs my pants down. I don’t have time to say another word before his tongue is on me, sliding up and down my slit. He’s already sending me into a frenzy with how sensitive I am from earlier. My hips buck against his face when he sucks on my clit, and a long, wanton moan escapes my lips as he looks up at me with a smirk.
“That’s a good girl,” Sterling says, coming behind Alaric.
“Fuck yes,” Alaric murmurs, his breath warm between my legs. “I can still taste their come on you, and it’s fucking incredible mixed with your juices, baby.”
“Let me taste,” Sterling demands, kneeling next to Alaric.
I whimper as Alaric pulls back, letting Sterling eat me next. His tongue is cooler, harder–an entirely different feel than Alaric’s. My head falls back as Sterling flicks his tongue against my swollen clit, slurping as he goes. The sound is so erotic, I feel my core clench around nothing.
“Mmm,” Sterling moans. “Our come tastes so good on you, little monster.”
Moaning in response, the couch sags on either side of me. My eyes flutter closed, and I arch my back as Sterling continues his onslaught. Gideon and Theo take my hands, pinning me down on the couch as they pepper my face and neck with kisses.
Is this what it’s like to be worshiped?
The plane shakes a bit as it hits a wind shear, and my stomach bottoms out. It only intensifies the feeling of Sterling’s tongue takes over again, sliding up and down my slit. It’s enough friction to make it feel good, but not enough friction to come. I try to move against his mouth, but he holds me still.
“Not yet, Harlow. I want to be inside of you when you come.”
Okay, then.
I look over at Gideon, who is still holding his knife in one hand. His hooded eyes follow my line of vision, and he grins.
“You want to have some real fun, baby?” he asks, moving the knife to my chest.
The cold metal makes my skin pebble with goosebumps. He works down to where my pajama shirt collar meets the skin of my neck, sliding the blade against the silk and cutting through it.Too easily.The sound of the blade slicing through the fabric makes me tremble with anticipation.
Theo leans down and begins to suck on my exposed nipple as Sterling unzips his pants, stroking his rock-hard cock. I stare down at it, at the thick, taut skin with veins running to his pink head.God, I love his cock. I love all their cocks, to be honest.
