CHAPTER 3
EVELINA
Caelum’s tongue flicks again, hotter now, greedy, circling my n****e until it peaks in his mouth. I arch — but Dante’s hand shoves my hip down.
“Stay still,” he warns, voice thick.
Lucien doesn’t stop them.
He watches.
Rafe’s mouth finds the curve of my stomach before his teeth scrape lightly against the inside of my thigh. I twitch, gasping.
Caelum chuckles around my n****e.
“She’s so sensitive.”
“She’s ours,” Dante snaps. “I’m not waiting.”
He pulls my other breast into his mouth, rougher than Caelum — tongue lashing, teeth nipping. Pain sparks through the pleasure, and I moan.
Lucien grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
“You moan for them too?” he growls. “Slut.”
Tears prick my eyes.
Too much.
Too fast.
Too good.
Rafe shifts between my thighs,
