Infinity Chronicles Book Two, page 20
“I was thinking how you make everything look so graceful, and that made me think of Dante kitty, and I was wondering if it hurt to make the shift?”
“Dante kitty?” His eyes close as he twists to bump my hand over his head.
“Well?” I ignore his query about my name for his tiger. What else would I call him?
“It doesn’t hurt. The first shift did. It was like it broke all my bones, and then put them back together, but only that first time.” I suck a breath through my teeth, damn that sounds painful.
Dante opens his eyes lazily when my hand stills, my fingers still woven into his hair. “I want to kiss you,” he breathes, and if I wasn’t so close to him there’s no way I would have heard him, so I hope the others didn’t. I still don’t know how the PDA will go between all of us. I lick over my bottom lip at the mention of a kiss and Dante’s eyes track my tongue.
The bed behind me shifts as Ares finishes up in the bathroom and slides under the covers. My eyes go wide when Dante lifts his finger and traces it over my still damp lip. With his eyes locked on mine, he places the same finger against his lips, his pink tongue darts out and curls around the tip.
My throat goes dry as I get a hollow pang in my lower stomach. With his lips still parted, he returns his finger to my mouth. Placing the tip on my bottom lip he runs the pad over my parted mouth pushing against the blunt tips of my bottom teeth. I close my lips around his finger, bringing my top teeth down just behind his nail. I curl my tongue around the tip of his finger, biting with my teeth, keeping him trapped. Dante inches forward and his eyes focused on my mouth.
I release him when I think he’s going to lean in and replace his finger with his lips. His breaths are heavy and short as he looks down at his finger, my teeth marks clear near the knuckle behind his nail.
Looking back in my eyes, he traces the pad of his finger over his lips then sucks it into his mouth, his eyes closing like he’s savoring my taste. I squeeze my thighs together as an ache forms that I can’t do anything about unless I want to go into the bathroom and takes things into my own hands.
Ares curls around my back, his big body wrapping around mine. “Night Ca… Laura.” Ares plants a few kisses on my shoulder, his nose nuzzling behind my ear. I catch the fact he was going to call me Cara and changed his mind.
“Sweet dreams Ares.” My voice comes out a little husky, but he settles in holding me close.
Dante rolls onto his back, his arm folded over his eyes. I watch the rise and fall of his chest, and his parted lips as he takes a moment. I could use a second to settle my body down too, but with Ares pressed up against my back I don’t have any hope of calming my raging hormones. “Sweet dreams Dante,” I add closing my eyes. Their parents might be here tomorrow when we get up for school, so will Dante stay home? They didn’t mention how long they’ve been gone, but I guess at least a year.
A knot of worry tightens my stomach. What if Rosa really knows something about my mom? I don’t know if I should be more afraid of what I might learn or of not learning anything.
Pushing all thoughts of parents and school out of my mind, I let myself feel the weight of Ares's hand on my hip and his warm breath on my neck, grounding me to the here and now. There will be plenty of time to freak about what I learn once I actually know what it is.
Reaching over I lay my palm on Dante’s arm. I feel his bicep bulge before he relaxes and his muscle is still firm under my hand, but not tensed. His hand covers mine and that’s how I fall asleep. Dante and Ares beside me, with Milo and Ollie’s soft voices filling the room.
My eyes pop open. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep but the room is pitch black now, telling me everyone else is in bed too. Something woke me up. I have a moment of déjà vu. Lifting my head from Dante’s chest, I peer around the room. I can’t see anything so I close my eyes and think about what I felt when Ares shared his gift with me, the way the shadows danced over my arms, clinging to me. Opening my eyes, I can see the room in scales of grey and it’s still dark, but not the impenetrable darkness from before.
I scan the room wondering if Mia has returned, but the room is empty. Ares’s fingers flex on my hip as I settle back against the mattress. A noise just outside the door draws my attention and my heart rate picks up although I’m not frightened. I know who’s on the other side of that door, I just don’t know if I’m ready to meet them while I’m tangled between their sons.
Dante chooses this moment to turn on his side and drop his forehead to my chest, his hot breath pushing right through the thin fabric of my tank top. He actually nuzzles his face against my breast getting comfortable.
“Just a peek.” I hear a feminine whisper as the door creaks open.
“Rosa,” a deep male voice chastises, “they’ll be up soon, it's Monday.” He reasons and the sliver of light pooling on the bed shrinks. I hold my breath, my eyes wide. Should I pretend to sleep if they come in? They can’t fault me for what happens when we sleep, right?
I snap my eyes closed and try to even my breathing when the light flares again. “Amor Mio,” her voice pleads, “just a little peek, I won’t wake them.”
A heavy sigh and the light from the hall pierces the room. I don’t move a muscle, and it’s almost impossible to sit still when I know she’s coming into the room. Remembering to breathe, I force myself to mimic Dante’s breaths over my chest.
“What are you doing?” comes another masculine whisper from the hall. “You let her go in there?”
“Like either one of us could stop her, and be quiet, you will wake them.” The two men begin to argue in hushed whispers.
“She’s here,” Rosa announces like she’s surprised I’m with them. Oh shit, should I have stayed in the yellow room? She strings together a rush of words in Italian ending in “Grazie Dio.” It’s so hard keeping my eyes closed, I want to peek at her, but I’m afraid I’m going to get caught.
“Mamma?” Dante lifts his head from my chest.
“Shh, sleep tesoro, I’m here,” Rosa coos, and Dante drops his head back to my chest, not caring at all he’s basically burying his face in my boobs.
“Rosa,” one of the men calls again and I sense her retreat. “You should leave them to sleep, you know how Ares struggles.” The door closes gently before I hear another reply.
Dante molds his body to the front of mine, his face still level with my chest. My breath catches when his nose bumps my nipple. He freezes, and without moving a muscle besides his neck, he tilts his head back so I can see his face, his eyes are open as he looks up at me. Dante licks over his lips and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing from the way his head it thrown back.
“You’re awake,” he rumbles. I nod, not sure of my voice. He reaches down, and his fingers trail up from the side of my knee and over my thigh. His hand stops at the bottom of my sleep shorts. They’ve ridden up, becoming more like a pair of panties while I was sleeping. His palm flattens, so his fingers wrap around the back of my thigh, right under the swell of my bottom.
Dante pulls my knee over so it rests on top of his leg. His eyes close as he drags in a deep inhale. His nose finds my hardened nipple, and this time I know it isn’t an accident. He moves his face back and forth a few times, brushing across my nipple, and the thin material of my shirt scrapes against me, adding to the sensation.
Opening his mouth, he huffs out a hot breath then blows out a cold little burst of air. I squirm and my knee goes higher on his hip. Leaning in, he touches my extended nipple with his tongue through the shirt, flicking back and forth quickly. I try to squeeze my legs together, but I end up rocking against him instead.
Dante is breathing through his nose hard, and I bite my lip wondering if it’ll be enough to wake up the others, praying it won’t. Feeling my heart flutter in my chest, I can’t tell if I’m excited or scared.
I wrap my arm over his shoulder and my fingers delving into his silky hair. The fabric of my shirt is damp now from his tongue and when he blows across me this time, I shiver. Dante’s hand creeps up from my leg and he avoids Ares's hand still resting on my hip. His fingertips brush against the hollow of my throat, caressing down until he folds his fingers over the neckline of my tank top. Pulling down the material, it tightens over the back of my neck while he exposes more of my chest. The back of his knuckles brush against my nipple as he works the neckline lower.
My breath catches when his lips seal over my nipple the moment he exposes me. His mouth is hot, and oh so wet. My back arches, pushing my chest harder against him. Dante makes a low sound in the back of his throat and I feel it rumble over my flesh. With one hand still holding my shirt down, his other hand moves from under his pillow and he uses his thumb on my other nipple, mimicking his mouth. A tingle of awareness pools between my legs, it’s almost like I can feel him there. Dante’s lower half rocks against me and I feel his hard length against my thigh. I want to scoot closer to him, to feel him where the ache is getting harder to ignore, but if I move I’m afraid I’ll wake Ares.
Releasing the shirt, his mouth stays attached to my breast and the fabric springs back but can’t cover me. Dante’s hand travels over my stomach, his fingers pointed down as his palm lands over my center. With a hint of pressure right over my clit, and his lips still locked around my nipple, he sucks and I know I can’t last. Tugging my hand from his hair I bite the fleshy part of my palm, my neck tipping back as I come undone.
Dante rocks his hand against me, making the sweet torture last far longer than I would have thought possible, and my hips jerk a few times when I get overly sensitive. He moves his hand from between my legs up and bringing it up to his face, he licks over his whole palm. Falling back onto the mattress he shudders.
Without an ounce of thought I follow him, clinging to his shoulder so I’m draped across his chest as he heaves for breath. I cock my knee over his waist, and he’s still rock hard beneath me. When I shift my legs, he makes a deep whining sound.
Brushing up against him, my body undulates against his. Dante’s hand pushes my knee a little lower, and he lets out a little hiss, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling back up so my leg drags against his length, his hips swivel.
Knowing what he needs I continue the movement on my own. Trailing my mouth up over his chin to his parted lips. I kiss him with a passion I didn’t know I was capable of. Deeply, hungry for him. Dante’s neck lifts as his lower body goes rigid, and he groans but I seal my mouth over his, stealing the sound. After a few long seconds he grabs my leg tightly, stopping me from rocking against him.
He’s still breathing hard, his chest heaving, but so am I. Closing my eyes and relax against him. He’s warm and solid, and I’m perfectly content being his living blanket.
It doesn’t take long before Dante is back asleep, his hard body pliant beneath me. I lay there a few more minutes to make sure he’s sleeping deeply before pulling myself away from him.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, and my lust has been sated, all the what-ifs start filling my head. What if someone woke up while we were… I can’t even come up with the right word? What if someone did wake up, and I was just too blissed out to know? How would they have reacted? How would I have reacted?
Shaking the thoughts away, I try to pretend like I didn’t just hit second base with one of my boyfriends, while the other three were lying next to us. I decide to take my cues from the guys—it wasn’t just me in that bed, Dante was right there with me the entire time. I will assume if he’s willing to touch me like that with the others near us, then it’s okay, fine. Not slutty, or bad. I’m not even going to let myself think about how it was also exciting and exhilarating, the way my pulse was pounding against my ribcage. Nope, not thinking about that.
Chapter 18
“What do you mean they’re already here, how do you know?” Ares tilts his damp head to the left. He isn’t fully dressed yet. His dark trousers are still open at the fly, waiting for his tailored white shirt to be tucked in, which is still hanging over his little clothes butler. His mark is barely visible, peeking out over the top of his tight boxer briefs near his hip.
I bite my lip, what the hell is wrong with me? I can’t seem to look away. Dante is still passed out in the bed, his big body all stretched out looking way too inviting. Ollie, not caring in the least that Milo is in the shower, stumbled into the bathroom a few minutes ago. Ares didn’t bat an eye, so I assume it’s normal for all of them.
The illusion of privacy only makes it harder not to watch Ares as he slides on a heavy looking metal watch—okay, who am I kidding? That thing is probably white gold, or platinum. It’s not something he wears all the time and he struggles with the latch, his lips pinched.
“Here, let me,” I offer as I move to him. “Your mom came in the room last night,” I answer, finally addressing his question. Flipping over his hand so I can see the underside of his wrist, I fold the latch over easily, and the band clicks into place. I don’t release him though. I let my fingers trail over the thick veins roping up his arm. Ares has the sexiest arms on the planet. I think the fact that he’s always so buttoned up in his long-sleeved shirt, only rolling them up at the end of the day, adds to the mystique.
“You were awake?” he questions softly, letting me explore.
“I woke up when she came in.” The crisp hairs on his arm tickle my fingers.
“I’m sorry she woke you, she’s never been patient.” The last part comes out with a light chuckle.
“Your dads tried to stop her.” My comment earns a snort.
“Like that could ever happen.” I glance up at his face. He’s clean-shaven and his jaw is smooth. I cradle his cheek as my thumb brushes under his bottom lip, causing Ares closes his eyes and lean into my touch. Tilting up on my toes I kiss his chin. Then I wrap my arms around his waist with my cheek is against his bare skin, while I let my hands run up and down his back. Without an ounce of hesitation, he winds his arms over top of mine, pulling me tight against him. Hugs are on the top of my new favorite things list.
He doesn’t jump away or even release me when Ollie comes out of the bathroom, looking a lot more alert than when he went in.
“Can we skip today?” I glance over at Ollie who’s waiting for Ares to answer, but Ollie is looking at me with his clear green eyes wide, and his full lips turned down in a small pout. Pulling back from Ares’s chest I peek up at him.
“Don’t look at me, he’s asking you. I don’t care if he goes to school. I just need him to graduate.”
“But… I can’t say if you go to school or not.”
“Sure you can. If you agree to stay home with us, we don’t have to go to school.” Ollie swipes his hands together like he’s saying easy as pie.
Sagging, I feel like I’m totally letting him down when I say, “I have to go to school. I can’t have the administration figuring out I don’t have a real home number listed. Or noticing my address. I can’t afford for someone to look too closely at my situation.”
“Just call in sick,” Ares tells me.
I look up at that, I’ve never really thought of calling the school to tell them I can’t come in. “I could do that?”
“Yeah, you can Muenster.” Ollie throws himself on the bed, bouncing. Dante stirs, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Skip day,” he singsongs while shaking Dante’s foot.
“Then shut the fuck up and let me sleep,” Dante growls.
Ollie’s mouth falls open, but his eyes get a wicked twinkle. I lean my back against Ares’s chest and he drops his chin to the top of my head. “This is going to end badly,” he whispers, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
Dante snuggles back into the blankets, his hands tucked under his cheek. Ollie scoots off the bed and standing near the bottom as he puts his hands on his hips. Ollie’s bottom lip thins, and I see his tongue fold, hitting his top teeth. He sucks in a huge breath and lets out an ungodly loud whistle. I slap my hands over my ears, ducking my head on instinct.
Dante jumps up from the bed and takes a swing at Ollie without even seeing him. Ollie isn’t quick enough to avoid the blow, but luckily Dante’s punch lands on his upper shoulder. Ollie’s whistle cuts off as he stumbles to the side. I jerk forwards, but Ares’s arms wrap around me holding me in place.
“Why do you do that? You know it kills my ears!” Dante roars. Ollie starts out chuckling but then ends up groaning, his hand clutching over the spot Dante just punched. Dante steps off the bed, his face in a frown as he looks at Ollie, checking him over to see if he did any real damage.
Ollie finally answers his question. “Got you out of bed didn’t it?”
Dante tightens his jaw and shoves Ollie away again. “Asshole,” he mutters darkly.
“You been eating your Wheaties? Cause damn I feel like I got kicked by a mule.” Dante snaps his neck, giving Ollie a dark stare. Ollie lets go of his injured shoulder and raises his hands with a slight wince, surrendering even though he’s fighting a smile.
“My ears are still ringing you fucker.” Dante hesitates and then asks, “I didn’t really hurt you, did I?” His anger fades, leaving him looking a little sheepish with concern.
“He’s fine,” Ares answers, though I’m not sure Ollie is fine, he’s still rubbing his shoulder. “Quit dicking around, Laura said Mom got in last night. If she knows we’re awake, she’ll be in here before you guys are even dressed.”
Dante pushes his hair away from his face and now that he and Ollie aren’t messing around, I have a chance to take in his nearly naked state. Fitted dark blue boxers are doing little to hide his amazing physique. “Just give me a second to wake up,” he mumbles. I turn away from him when I see his hand slide down the front of his body to adjust himself.
Ares brushes his finger over the top of my cheek with a small smirk tipping one side of his lips. Clicking my tongue at him, I head over to the closet to find something to wear for the day.
“Why are you so tired and grumpy anyway? Did you and Ares switch places last night?” Ollie sits near the head of the bed and his back rests against the wall.
