Page 104 of The Dead Don’t Scream

“Please what?”

“Please let Dante use his mouth until I’m screaming loudly enough to traumatize the fucking neighbors.”

Callum kisses her temple.

“We don’t have neighbors.”

“Then the fucking deer.”

Dante laughs against her skin. I grip Sloane’s chin.

“Better.”

I nod. Dante’s mouth returns.

DANTE

There are moments when humor becomes impossible. Sloane trembling above me is one of them. Her thighs frame my face. Callum holds her wrists and keeps her standing. Rhys controls the scene with nothing but his voice.

And I get to taste her. Best relationship arrangement in recorded history. I curl my fingers inside her. Sloane cries out.

Her body tightens around them. I know how to make her come quickly. I also know Rhys will pull me away if I do it without permission. Tempting. Sloane pushes against my mouth. I flatten my tongue and give her exactly the pressure she wants.

“Dante.”

I groan into her. Callum’s cock presses against her back beneath his jeans. Sloane feels it. She rubs her ass against him. Greedy girl. Rhys pinches her nipple again. She shakes.

“Please.”

Rhys doesn’t answer.

“Rhys, please.”

“What color?”

“Green.”

“Pain?”

“None.”

“Overwhelmed?”

“Yes.”

“Good or bad?”

“So fucking good.”

His control finally breaks enough for him to smile.

“Come.”

I suck her clit and curl my fingers. Sloane shatters. Her knees buckle, but Callum catches her. Her scream fills the room while I keep my mouth on her, taking every pulse, every ounce of her sweet come, until her hand strikes my shoulder.

Once. Check-in. I stop immediately. Sloane pants against Callum’s chest.

“Sensitive.”