So I do.
“You’re so gorgeous. All of you are gorgeous. It’s weirdly unfair. Couldn’t even one of you have turned out unattractive?”
“No such luck, I’m afraid,” Phoenix manages. He sounds strangled. “You really need to, uh, sit down. Fuckin’ hell, why don’t… why don’t you sit down right here…” He picks me up and sets me down on the bed. “…and I’ll go get you some water, okay, sweetheart? Does that sound good?”
He tries to pull away, but I hold on to him so that he can’t. My arms wrap around him, refusing to let go.
“No.” I shake my head, arching off the bed so that more of our bodies will touch. “I don’t want water. I want you to kiss me.”
I want him to do a lot more than kiss me, to be honest. I want… I don’t even quite know what, but my body is screaming for it. Begging for it. This is a bad idea, maybe—but I can’t remember why it’s a bad idea. I want him so badly.
As Phoenix reaches behind him, trying to grab my wrists and peel me away from his body, the door opens. Beckett and Remington walk in and stop dead in their tracks.
“What,” Beckett says, his voice flat, “the fuck is this?”
“She got dosed with something.” Phoenix sounds a bit panicked.
“You can’t fuck her while she’s on lust dust.” Remington is usually the peacekeeper, but he actually looks pissed as he steps forward. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to pry this horny sloth off me,” the man in my arms grunts. “Care to give me a fucking hand here?”
I giggle, wrapping my legs around him and hooking my ankles above his firm ass. “I’m not Sloth. You are.”
“Did you let her eat something? Drink something?” Remington comes to stand next to the bed, his lips turning down in a frown.
He’s got the most incredible looking lips. They look like they’d be just the right combination of firm and soft. And I bet he’d kiss me slow and deep. I bet kissing him would feel like being home.
“Remington…” I unlatch my arms from Phoenix’s shoulder to reach for his brother, desperate to feel his lips on mine. “Please…”
“Angel,” Beckett growls. His jaw clenches as he stalks over. “We need to get you out of here. Put your clothes on. Now.”
“You’re so sexy when you’re in charge,” I blurt out.
Oh, no, I did not mean to ever tell him that out loud.
But it’s too late. He already knows. His green eyes burn with that preternatural glow as he gazes down at me. He’s so commanding and powerful, the others will listen to him. He’ll make them understand.
“Please, Beck,” I whisper, unconsciously shortening his name as I lick my lips. “Please. I need this so much.”
Greed stares at me like he’s a ravenous wolf and I’m a delicious sheep. For a moment, he’s totally silent. Totally still. Like one of those statues out in the hallway, only less dirty and impossibly more beautiful.
“If I understand lust potions correctly,” he finally says, his voice a rasp, “the quickest way to take care of this will be to get her off.”
“You can’t be serious.” Remington looks up at him sharply.
“When am I ever not serious?” Beckett’s still staring at me.
I shiver and spread my legs. My panties are damp, I think. I can feel something like a heartbeat pulsing in my core, and I feel swollen and empty all at once. I’m dying. I’m stranded in the desert, and these three men are the water I need.
“Angel. Will you let us help you?”
Beckett’s voice is like sandpaper. He hasn’t looked away from me once since he and Remington walked in. None of them have.
My fingers are brushing over Remington’s broad shoulder, and my legs are still wrapped around Phoenix’s waist. My wings are spread out beneath me, and I don’t know when they came out, but they feel just as sensitive and needy as the rest of me.
I fall into Beckett’s emerald gaze as I nod once. I want him. I want them all so badly I’m shaking with it.
“Please,” I whisper. “Beck, please.”
Chapter Eighteen
Trinity
Who knew that begging Greed would actually work?
The whole nature of his sin is about keeping things from others, keeping more for yourself.
Then again, it’s also about taking what you want.
And maybe, for once, Beckett and I want the exact same thing.
He stands rigid and unmoving beside the bed for one more moment, and in that short space of time, I can feel the others waiting on his response, tension and need thrumming in the air.
And maybe it’s just the lust dust that’s sliding through my veins like the purest aphrodisiac, but I don’t think the desire is coming just from me.
It’s pouring from all three of the men around me too, creating a feedback loop that only ratchets my own arousal higher.
I want them. So badly.
And they want me too.
That thought makes my core clench involuntarily, a soft moan falling from my lips.
And that’s the sound that finally breaks Beckett’s resistance.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, and the next thing I know, he’s crawling onto the bed with us, his emerald eyes burning.
“Yeah. We’re definitely going to hell for this.” Remington’s voice is rough, but he captures the hand that was stroking his face and turns it over, pressing a kiss to my palm.
It’s a little touch, a gesture that’s almost more tender than sexy.
But it sends heat racing over my skin, lighting up my nerve endings like a bolt of lightning striking dry brush.
I whimper, arching off the bed as his lips move across my hand with little kisses and bites, and when he draws my fingertip into his warm, wet mouth, I clamp my legs around Phoenix’s waist, grinding against the hardness I can feel trapped between us.
“Oh, shit,” Sloth groans, his hips thrusting against mine as his head drops. He’s holding himself up with his hands on the mattress on either side of me, and when I tug at his shirt with my free hand, he moves his arms, letting me pull it over his head.
Then he drapes his body over mine, his bare chest meeting my flushed, sensitive breasts as our hips keep moving, undulating against each other. Every time his hardness presses against the spot at the apex of my thighs, something warm and wonderful spreads through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the thing I need.
“Nix!”
The word is a gasp.
A breath.
A plea.
Then three things happen at once.
Remington bites down on my finger, his tongue swirling over the tip of it in a wild, hungry pattern just as Phoenix buries his face in the crook of my neck and sucks hard on the skin there. At the same instant, my gaze locks on Beckett, who isn’t even touching me, just watching with a look of such abject desire on his face that it’s too much for me to bear.
Pleasure spikes inside me. My eyes flare wide as an orgasm crashes through me like a raging river, and I can’t look away from those bright green irises as my mouth opens on a sound I’ve never made before in my entire existence.