Page 55 of The Dead Don’t Scream

“Sloane.”

Her attention snaps toward him.

“Ask Dante properly.”

She swallows beneath his palm.

“Please use your mouth.”

“Where?” I ask.

She glares down at me.

“Do not start that shit again.”

I laugh. Rhys’s mask turns toward her.

“Language.”

“Your cock was just in my mouth.”

“And?”

She looks between us.

“You’re both ridiculous.”

Callum palms her ass.

“We can leave.”

“No.”

The speed of her answer nearly ruins me. I spread her thighs wider.

“No?”

Sloane’s defiance softens.

“I want you to stay.”

“All of us?” Rhys asks.

“Yes.”

Callum presses his mask against the side of her neck.

“Say it again.”

“I want all three of you.”

There is no hesitation. No shame. Only choice. I stop teasing. My mouth closes over her. Sloane’s cry rises into the rafters. Rhys keeps one hand around her throat while the other rolls her nipple between his fingers. Callum grips her hips, holding her against my mouth. I work two fingers inside her. She tightens immediately. Callum growls. I look up. The Scarecrow stares at my hand as though he is considering removing it from my body.

“You’re going to have to survive this.”

“Stop talking with your mouth full.”

“Make me.”