Page 115 of Top Shelf

Catching me looking, his voice an octave deeper than normal when he asks, “Do you want Lucian to make you come, Little Serpent?”

I nod.

“We need your words, baby girl.”

“Yes.” My throat is so dry that the word gets caught in my throat. I lick my lips. “Please.”

Lucian growls against my neck. His hand delves into my panties, cupping my pussy before his fingers part my folds to rubat my clit. I gasp aloud, jerking in his hold. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by anyone other than myself, but I swear it has never felt like this. Not the way it felt with Lucian earlier, nor the way it feels with both him and Silas now. I’ve never felt primed to come so quickly. So easily. I already feel myself hurtling toward the edge.

Silas expertly fondles my breasts with his calloused hands, while Lucian plays with my clit before pressing two fingers inside me. I arch into him, pushing my chest toward Silas and groaning at the stretch. Pleasure dances along my nerves. I can’t stay still. I grind down on his hand, my fingers digging into Silas’s scalp.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand,” Lucian encourages.

My eyes remain focused on Ronan as I do as Lucian says, getting myself off between him and Silas. My skin is on fire. I can’t get my lungs to take in enough air. My throat burns. Yet I’ve never felt such desire or need in my life.

“Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m really asking for.

Thumb swirling over my clit, Lucian curls his fingers against that magical spot inside me. With Silas plucking at my nipples and Ronan’s heated gaze on my skin, I feel myself tip over the edge.

At the last second, Lucian grasps my chin, turning my face to his and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He swallows my moan of pleasure, coaxing every last bit of my orgasm from me until I’m slumped and breathless between them.

Eyes closed, I’m breathing heavily when gentle fingers feather over my cheek. Blinking them open, Silas presses his lips to mine in a final kiss while pushing a piece of paper into my hand. When he pulls away, I glance down at the note.

So beautiful.

Two words.That’s all it is, and yet my heart soars. A smile lifts the corner of my lips. Closing my hand around the note, I lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips in a silent thank you.

As I’m pulling my clothes on, Ronan declares that we are getting pizza. “No more green shit; you need real food.”

“You won’t hear me arguing,” I tell him.

We settle in while the food is on its way. Ronan hauls me off the floor and into his lap. Lucian flops down beside us, grabbing the remote and flicking through the various channels, while Silas remains on the floor. Reaching up a hand, he wraps his fingers around my ankle, his thumb brushing back and forth over my skin.

Their presence fills the room. Casual touches. Familiar teasing. Lucian tugs on my hair as he passes by to retrieve a drink from the kitchen. Silas rests against my leg, his warmth bleeding through my jeans, while I can feel Ronan’s steady breathing at my back. It’s domestic chaos. And it’s perfect.

When the pizza arrives, we spread out on the floor with slices and sodas. We talk about everything and nothing. School. Games. Silas shows us a ridiculous meme on his phone that has Ronan nearly choking on his drink. I laugh so hard I spill garlic sauce on my hoodie, and Lucian just wipes it away with his thumb like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

As I contemplate whether I can handle one final slice of pizza, Ronan blurts, “My mom’s dragging me to some fancy-ass fundraiser at the end of the month.”

He says it casually, but there’s a pause, long enough to make me glance up.

“I was wondering if you’d come with me.”

The chatter dies. He’s rubbing at the back of his neck,looking uncharacteristically unsure, but his eyes? They’re locked on mine. Clear. Intent. Unapologetically bold.

I blink. “Me?”

Lucian lets out a quiet snort. “Wow. Look at Captain Formal pulling the date card.”

But Ronan doesn’t break his gaze. Doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even smirk. Instead, he says, low and deliberate, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how amazing you looked at that gala.” The air between us tightens. “I’ve been dying to see you in another dress like that.” His voice dips—molten, rich, full of implication. “The fact that you’ll be on my arm this time is the icing on the cake.”

“No fair,” Lucian grouses. “I want to see Little Moth all dressed up in a sexy ass dress!”

Me too, Silas writes.

With a roll of his eyes and a sigh of exasperation, Ronan relents. “Fine, I’ll get you two idiots tickets as well.”

Lucian whoops while Silas smirks.