Rage lights me from the inside out.
Yes, he’s a disaster in bed.
Yes, he’s always been this useless.
But tonight? It’s acrime.
Snatching his chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt his face up until he’s eye-level with my fury.
“Do youwantother women to fuck you?” I hiss. “Then you bettercall them over hereby showing them how amazing you are at eating a cunt. Got that?”
His eyes widen. “Yes, Mama.”
I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
I hate him.
Gods, I do.
But the boy does as he’s told, and when I glance down past my chest, my stomach, my spread thighs, and across the room toward the living area…
Aiden’s still watching.
Propped on my elbows, I tangle my fingers into Talon’s waxy, dark hair and roll my hips into his face. Shimmying, guiding. Showing him where I want it…where he always misses.
Locking eyes with Aiden, I part my lips and let out thesoftestsigh. Barely a whimper. More breath than sound.
The hand he uses to pat Mutton’s head stops. Focused and unblinking, his stare darkens, like a predator about to strike. I almost give away a smile. Instead, I drop my head back for a moment and wail with pretend pleasure, choking off the end of the sound when Talon uses his teeth.
“You come yet?” he mumbles into my pussy. I shove his head back down and writhe against his face.
From across the room, Aiden takes a slow sip from his glass. His fingers white-knuckle the crystal as his eyes narrow over the rim. Murder pulses through the vein in his temple. He bites his lip, before draining the last of his liquor, as if he’s deciding his next move.
I thrust my breasts out and heave a few breaths. In response, Aiden grips the crown of Mutton’s head and leans in. Kisses her like he means it—tongue, full tilt.
A knot twists behind my ribs. Righteous anger surges through me, along with adrenaline. Even more so when he guides her hand toward his dick. She strokes him through silk, slow and reverent, eyes captivated by his face.
My toes curl on Talon’s shoulders as he continues to fumble around my core with his wet tongue. The way he keeps shifting his body sends a message. He’s almost done. And I need to act fast. Grabbing his head, I work myself over his nose, his lips, his chin, and grind against wherever I can as I wail a resounding cry.
Each time Aiden touches one of those girls, I arch my back a little more. Give a small show. My weapon.
“Right there, daddy! Right there! Yes!Yes!”
I moan loud enough for Aiden. Then collapse, thighs twitching, air ragged in my throat. As far as everyone knows, Talon just took me to Heaven.
The guy next to us blinks. “That was…something. Good job, man.” He nods toward Talon, who stands up and wipes his chin with the back of his hand like some pussy paladin, self-appointed champion of orgasms.
Luckily, the foursome next to us vacate the area.
Before Talon can stick his dick in me, a shadow crosses over his back. My heart skips a beat.
Aiden, still masked, appears behind him, Cerberus in tow. Elowyn, Mutton, and the girl I don’t know trail behind on leashes like the obedient bitches they are.
Talon freezes, eyes raking over the cut frame of the man beside him. Aiden stands a few inches taller. Denser. Wilder. More dangerous in every unspoken way.
I hold my breath, waiting for a blow-up or a pissing contest…something.
But Aiden only tugs his girls closer, nodding toward the mattress. “Mind if we join you?”