The thought of Isaac’s tongue on Heaven’s pussy had my insides quivering. I thought for a moment I would come, but Ian stopped just shy of sending me over. They certainly knew what they were doing.
I was panting, tears streaming out of my eyes, though I wasn’t going to look too deep into why they were there. I was blaming it on the exquisite torture, the slow burn they were forcing me to endure.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need to come.”
More movement, and then warm hands settled on my thighs, sliding lower. I watched as Dante’s blond head shifted lower, his mouth trailing kisses over my skin.
“Dante … please…”
“Tell him, little fairy,” Isaac urged, leaning over from the side of the table and pressing his lips to mine. “Tell him what you need.”
“Dante, lick me…” I moaned when he trailed his tongue just shy of where I needed him.
He chuckled and I groaned.
And then I was completely lost. Dante’s mouth was divine, his tongue doing wicked things, licking, suckling. He flicked my clit ruthlessly and I crested, my entire being soaring as the most exquisite orgasm of my life pummeled me.
Dante kissed the inside of my thigh before disappearing from view. Isaac helped me to my feet, but spun me around, allowing me to watch as Ian finished with Heaven, his head between her legs, his mouth feasting on her pussy as she writhed and moaned, Dante watching from the sidelines.
“You want him to make her come?” Isaac whispered.
I nodded, raptly watching as Ian worked his tongue over her pussy. There was a strange flicker inside me, something close to jealousy. I suddenly wished that was me, that Ian’s head was between my legs, his full attention on making me come.
Heaven cried out Ian’s name, her back bowed, muscles tightening. She was beautiful like that, in the throes of orgasm.
Ian helped Heaven to her feet, held her close. She was boneless, more so than I was.
“May I thank him, my Liege?” I asked, tilting my head back to look up at Isaac.
“Of course.”
I walked over to Dante, went up on my toes, and pressed my lips to his. I could taste myself on his tongue as he kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around him, almost desperate to get closer. He was the one who held me back, his hands firmly on my hips.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “My sweet girl.”
When he pulled away, I let him go. He glanced at Isaac, who nodded.
I stared after him when he darted out of the room, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether that had just changed everything.
And not in the way I’d been hoping for.
ELEVEN
IAN
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
“He’s in the wind,” I muttered, unable to keep the blistering frustration from my words.
It was ten o’clock and I’d been watching the feed from Inferno for the past three hours, waiting to see Roger Cherlish, or whatever the fuck his name was, appear.
As it was, we hadn’t caught a trail of him since Sunday, when he went by Dante’s house twice.
“Maybe he’s lying low until the heat dies down,” Isaac said, his face buried in his own laptop screen.
“What heat? He attacked a woman, and no one knows about it.”
“He doesn’t know that.”
He probably did, but I didn’t need to tell Isaac that. For most of the day, we’d been calling in favors, trying to figure out who this asshole was. I’d talked to Dante for a few minutes, tried to find out if he knew the guy by another name. When I brought him up, Dante seemed to shrink in on himself, which only pissed me off more.
Not at Dante. Never at him.
At this bastard who had hurt him.
I still didn’t know the lengths to which he’d gone. I had managed to hack into Inferno’s feed but had yet to locate their archived records. While Dichotomy respected the rights and privacy of its members, I’d already realized Inferno didn’t operate with the same code of conduct.
“They can’t keep calling in to work,” I told Isaac.
He leaned back in his chair, sighed. “I know.”
“How do we handle that? There’s three of them, only two of us.”
“Yeah.” He leaned his head back, closed his eyes. “Everly works mornings, Heaven works morning and afternoon, Dante afternoon and evening.”
“They overlap.” Not that I thought we could sit around on our asses at their places of business. I doubted their employers would be keen on the idea. Not to mention, Isaac and I had jobs of our own and we’d asked for extended time off for a reason. Made more sense to solve the problem than babysit.
“I’m going to suggest Everly quit her job,” Isaac stated, his eyes still closed.
I turned in my chair, facing him. “What? Seriously?”
“I want her here. With me.”
“She’s not Rapunzel, Isaac. You can’t lock her away in the castle.”
