“Oh. Yes, of course. I’ll just be a minute,” I say, my own face heating in response. I look round for my bags, but don’t see them.
“I took them up to my room,” Loki smirks.
“That was very presumptuous, Loki. I may be in someone else’s bed tonight,” I tease without thinking—brain meet filter!—and even though my ears feel hot, a satisfied grin tips my lips when I see a frown mar his beautiful face.
I gasp, my skin tingling when I hear a deep, rumbling chuckle from the other side of the table that does naughty things to my core. My eyes catch Jax’s blue ones, his blond hair up in a delicious messy man bun that begs to be gripped whilst I ride his face.
Down girl!I admonish my vagina.
“After all,” my eyes swing back to Loki, “you did say you were good at sharing,” I wink.
Poor Kai splutters his orange juice, and when I look at Ash, I can see he has a white knuckle grip on his knife and fork.Interesting.
With that, I turn and sashay my way up the stairs to find some clothes, making sure to swing my hips more than usual.
Once in Loki’s room, I lay out my outfit for the day and drop my towel. On the bed lies a bright red lacy bra and knicker set, Run & Fly rainbow corduroy pinafore mini dress, a white long-sleeved crop top, white knee high socks, and my red gingham Irregular Choice heels with fake cherries on the toes.
Suddenly, the door crashes open, making me yelp and spin round. In walks Loki, a teasing grin on his face.
“Let’s make one thing clear, Pretty Girl,” he states darkly as he stalks towards me, and I back up until the back of my knees hit the bed. “I’m happy to share,” he smirks, running a finger down my naked side, “but I get the first taste.”
With that, he drops to his knees in front of me, then grabs my right leg and slings it over his shoulder. I have to grab the bedpost with my hand for support as he licks me from opening to clit, my sharp intake of breath audible in the room as my core floods with a sudden needy heat.
“Fucking delicious,” he groans in that deep voice of his, sending further tingles across my pussy. “And dripping already. Such a good girl.”
“Loki…” I breathe as fire races up from my core.
“Oh, you’ll be doing better than that, Pretty Girl,” he commands. “By the time I’m done, there’ll be no doubt who claimed you first.”
He lowers his head back down to my aching cunt and licks and sucks like I’m a drink of water, and he’s lost in the desert and parched.
Fuck me. I grab his hair with my right hand, tangling my fingers in those red curls, and pull him closer, a satisfied growl vibrating across my wet folds as he goes deeper, tongue fucking me until I feel ready to explode.
“Yes! Fuck yes, Loki!” I cry out, and my eyes open to see our reflection in the mirror of the wardrobe. Him on his knees, worshiping me with that clever tongue.
As I gaze at the erotic sight, he sucks hard on my clit, then nibbles it. The edge of pain is my undoing, and my orgasm is so fast and hard, I almost black out. My knees wobble, the pleasure so intense that I see stars.
“Loki!” I scream my release, not caring that the others can hear me. Again.
He drinks my release like it’s ambrosia from the gods, giving me a few leisurely licks that leave me twitching, before standing up and wiping his mouth with his thumb, licking that as well like he can’t miss a drop.
“Like I said, fucking delicious,” he drawls.
Then he turns round and saunters off like the arsehole that he is.
Chapter Five
LILLY
Once my legs have stopped shaking,I swear one day I’m gonna walk out on him in a quivering heap of post orgasm, I get dressed, grab my leather satchel, and head downstairs with a pep in my step and humming under my breath.
As I reach the bottom, I see the guys waiting by the door for me. It amazes me how different they are, yet even in the short time that I’ve known them—twelve hours, maybe?—I can see how strong their bond is, that they are a unit. There’s an aura about them, one that feels dark and dangerous, and tells everyone here is a brotherhood, forged in fire.
Loki's grinning, his lips still glistening.Did he even wash up?My breath hitches as I recall those lips on my lower ones, his tongue dancing inside me.
He's wearing light blue denim low-slung jeans, a green faded band t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He looks every inch the fallen angel I’ve pegged him to be, his flaming hair all mussed up, probably from my fingers which twitch with the memory, and his clothes slightly disheveled. He carries himself with a lazy insouciance, like a big jungle cat waiting for its prey to walk past.
Kai's sporting a sexy geek look, with mustard yellow chinos, a black and white gingham shirt all buttoned up and complete with a cheeky red bow tie, and a charcoal knit cardigan left open. His black framed glasses are back in place, and his thick chestnut hair is sticking up as if he’s been running his hands through it, my own hands itching to feel its softness. He may be the smallest, but he still has buff biceps; the cardigan is tight and clings to his arms, confirming that he definitely works out.