Page 51 of The Dead Don’t Scream

Rhys unfastens his belt. Leather slides through metal. His zipper lowers. The sound travels through the chapel. My knees press into his black coat while Dante and Callum watch from opposite sides of the altar. Three masks. Three sets of eyes. Three men who have already learned how to make my body betray me. Rhys takes himself in one hand. He is thick, hard, and beautifully intimidating. My mouth goes dry. Dante chuckles.

“Having second thoughts, Little Rabbit?”

I glance at him.

“I was wondering if the Devil ever shuts up.”

“Put something in my mouth and find out.”

Rhys’s fingers tighten in my hair.

“Eyes on me.”

I look up at the Reaper.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“To taste you.”

“Ask.”

“Please let me taste you.”

“Good girl.”

Praise slides through me like heat. I lean forward. Rhys stops me before my mouth reaches him.

“Tap my thigh if you need air.”

“I know.”

“Show me.”

I tap once against his leg. He loosens his grip. Twice. He tightens it again. Three times. He releases me completely.

“Good.”

“You really do enjoy rules.”

“Rules are why we can do everything else.”

I wrap my hand around his base. Rhys groans. The sound is low and almost unwilling. I stroke him once before closing my mouth over the head. His fingers flex in my hair. Dante curses. Callum moves behind me. His boots strike the stone with slow, deliberate steps. I feel him kneel before he touches me. One hand settles against my lower back. The other slides between my thighs. I moan around Rhys. His hips jerk forward.

“Easy,” he warns.

I don’t know whether he’s speaking to me, Callum, or himself. Callum spreads me open with his fingers. His touch is possessive and familiar. He knows exactly how sensitive I am after what he did against the altar. I take Rhys deeper. The Reaper’s hand cradles the back of my skull, guiding without forcing. Each time I pull away, he permits it. Each time I return, he feeds himself carefully between my lips. Callum circles my entrance with two fingers.

“Still wet for me.”

I release Rhys with a gasp.

“For all of you.”

Callum’s fingers stop. Dante laughs.

“You walked directly into that one, Scarecrow.”

Callum thrusts two fingers inside me. My back arches. Rhys grips my chin.