Page 195 of Deadfall

“You’re so wet, I bet you taste amazing.”

“G looks so hot between your legs, doesn’t he?”

“Those pretty nipples of yours are so sensitive—one day I’m going to make you come just from playing with them.”

Seven’s hands were everywhere, massaging, caressing, lifting me higher and higher until we were one. I couldn’t tell where one of us began and the other ended as the language of pleasure took over, and even Seven’s words fell silent in favor of his shallow breaths. My body came alive—I raced toward an edge that was both terrifying and enticing. I wanted it so badly, but as it neared, I balked. Sweat beaded my brow and ran between my breasts as I focused on it—fixated, obsessed, but suddenly unable to reach it as it eluded me.

“Fuck,” I panted in frustration as the pleasure ebbed.

But, nothing could escape Griffin. Those depthless eyes latched onto mine and he pulled back just enough to speak, while his fingers continued to rub in just the right spot.

“Don’t fight it.” His breath coasted across my clit and I clenched around his fingers. “Stay with me.” He slowed his strokes. “Feel every inch of my fingers inside you. My tongue on your clit—tasting you—” His tongue lapped at the bundle of nerves. “And baby, you taste like sin and a storm I want to drown in.”

Griffin continued to stroke in and out. He dragged his lips across my inner thigh and whispered words of encouragement.

“I love touching you here—” He planted a kiss on my skin. “And here—” Another just above my clit. “And definitely here.” He sucked and licked until I whimpered breathlessly as the pleasure spiked again. “I want to discover all the places that make you sound like that,” he said. “And then I want to see which combination makes you fall apart completely.”

Griffin’s words reassured the doubts and fears that years of abuse had instilled. Beliefs that I was just a body to be used, beliefs that I had to perform, or that I had to earn my pleasure. The fear that I’d never know a touch that was my choice.

To know I finally was being held the way I’d always dreamt and that I wasn’t alone in overcoming the past brought tears to my eyes. One slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, and I wanted to bury my face in Seven’s chest to hide it, but Seven’s hand came up and gripped my chin. He slid his tongue slowly up the trail the tear made.

“Let them fall, little storm,” Seven growled. “I’ll catch them. Always.”

I gasped as Griffin changed his angle, and my head fell back on Seven’s shoulder with a moan.

“That’s it,” he murmured.

Seven’s cock was hard against my back and the thought that my pleasure turned them on was what eventually did it—I touched the edge—and I fell. I cried out as pleasure crashed through me. Wave after wave of it until I didn’t know up from down. Griffin’s groan of pleasure against my clit as he continued to lick sent another one directly after the first. My body lit up from the inside, and I pulsed around his fingers and exploded.

Seven’s chuckle brought me back from the dead. Because that’s where I surely went.

“I think you killed her,” he said in amusement.

“Not a bad way to go,” Griffin rumbled, the edge of a laugh in his tone.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. My body was boneless—sated in a way I’d never experienced by my own hand. There was movement—covers pulled back, bodies manipulated until I was firmly nestled between them. I sighed heavily with contentment that went bone deep.

Arms tightened around me. A kiss on my forehead.

I had to agree, if this was how I died, it wasn’t a bad way to go.

93

GABRIEL

When her taste exploded across my tongue, I thought I was going to come from that alone. But this wasn’t about me, and despite the urge to hump the mattress like a man possessed, I tuned into her and sent her over the edge again and again and again—

God, it was glorious. Even more so knowing I was the first to do it. The first to show her what it could be like. The first to show her she was worthy of complete devotion, and worship, without asking for anything in return. She went limp in Seven’s arms, and I rested my forehead against her thigh as I fought to catch my breath. Seven wasn’t any better as he leaned against her hair and inhaled great gulps of air.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he muttered.

He opened his eyes at the same time as I did and when our gaze met, something new passed between us. His attention sharpened in tentative awe. My fingers twitched, inches from where his hand lay on Emersyn’s thigh. Almost like I wanted to touch him.

It completely caught me off guard and scared the fuck out of me. I looked away and the spell was broken. Seven didn’t say anything, and it wasn’t weird because it had been so brief and small it was easy to ignore. Instead, we both turned our focus to Emersyn. We pulled the covers back and maneuvered her between us. She burrowed into my chest with a sigh of contentment that I felt viscerally.

She deserved this. We all deserved this.

Seven wrapped himself around her from behind, and my hand settled on his hip like it belonged there. I closed my eyes to avoid looking at him in the darkened room. I’d never shied away from the intimacy he and I experienced because it was just what came with the territory of our shared past. We touched, hugged, and communicated in a way that went beyond friends, but stopped before lovers. Our relationship had never been physical.