I wasn’t sure what the hell his words meant, but I sucked harder, licking and slurping on Levin’s rod as he stared down at me, his chest heaving.
The heat within me grew, expanding to every inch of my body as Vincent filled me completely, his cock heating my walls and making goosebumps spread across my skin like a raging wildfire.
I clenched around Vincent’s length, coming so hard I saw stars. He grunted his own excitement, burying himself to the hilt over and over within me as he chased his release.
Levin’s cock thickened as I moaned around it until the first spurt of his pleasure blanketed my tongue. I swallowed every drop he gave me as my body trembled from the guys’ onslaught.
Levin blew out a shaky breath as he gazed down at me and caressed my face, surprising me with the gentleness of his touch, considering how withdrawn and angry he always was. The last week had been torture without him wanting shit to do with me. But I was beginning to learn who Levin was. He wasn’t a talker. He just. . .continued on with his life like nothing bothered him. I had to admire that even if I didn’t like it.
I let out a gasp as Vincent squeezed my hips, pistoning into me one final time before he let out a groan, sending his release shooting deep into my heat.
I thanked God I was on the pill because these kings would probably impregnate a girl just by batting their lashes at her.
Vincent’s warm lips landed on the center of my back with a kiss, his cock still buried within me.
I studied Levin. He looked sad, a strange expression for him considering he only ever appeared pissed off. It made my heart flip at whatever reason why he seemed so morose after having just gotten off. Instantly, I worried he was going to retreat from me again.
Vincent withdrew from me, leaving me empty but sated.
“Come on, baby B,” he said gently, helping me to my feet as I continued to observe Levin. “Seeley, let’s clean her up for the dance. Our princess doesn’t need the remnants of my fun dripping from her.”
Levin said nothing as Vincent lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He placed me on my feet and turned the shower on. When he spun back to me, he wore a similar expression on his face as Levin. Worry flooded me, brimming to the surface as Vincent led me into the shower.
Warm water cascaded over us, and I rested my forehead against Vincent’s chest as he held me beneath the spray. A moment later, Levin joined us. I reached out for him as Vincent released me.
“Don’t be mad,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Whatever it is, please don’t go back to how you were last week. I like this Levin.”
He grunted and gave me a hug, his hold tight. “I’m not mad, bumblebee,” he said softly.
Vincent moved in behind me and hugged us both.
Something was going on that I wasn’t being told, that much I knew. I had the sinking feeling that maybe my time was up.
With that thought in mind, I clung to two of my kings even tighter, praying for a miracle, and hoping Dominic De Santis could deliver it.
Forty-Four
Levin
I felt unwell.
We hadn’t heard from Dom. And I’d fucked up. Again. Now, I couldn’t stop staring at Bianca. These emotions welling up within me had been clawing to get out from the moment I first saw her. I’d fought them so hard too. The fact Dom was still missing made those feelings run wild with fear. I knew wherever Dom was, it wasn’t good. His old man wasn’t the doting, loving sort of parent, and the horrors Dom was probably going through only meant more bad shit coming our way.
Making me feel. Want. Desire. Lo—
Fuck.
“I like your hair wet.” Bianca giggled, pushing Vincent’s damp hair away from his forehead.
His lips quirked up slightly. I knew Vincent. He was wrestling with his feelings too. Namely the ones concerning with what the hell we were going to do when Dom got back and delivered whatever news he had.
“I like you wet,” he retorted, dragging her closer to him before he shoved her towel off, leaving her naked again.
I rubbed my forehead. I needed some air. After our shower, we’d dressed, or tried to in Bianca’s case. If I stayed, nothing good would come of it considering I’d been a breath away from burying my cock deeply inside her with Vincent.
“Where are you going?” Bianca called out, pushing away from Vincent.
My gaze raked up her gorgeous body, making my cock twitch to life in my pants again.