by Dawn Ryder
“Yeah, baby…don’t play nice with me.”
His tone was deep and raspy. He slid his hands down her corseted sides to her hips, cupping them and moving in time with her. She drew her claws down him, enjoying the sight of him baring his teeth at her.
“Ramsey isn’t the only animal on the prowl tonight.” She lifted the drink out of his hand and tossed back another swallow. Her blood was pumping, burning off the chill that had settled on the bare skin of her shoulders from the night air. “You want everyone to see what an animal you are.” He finished off the drink and leaned in until their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. “I want you to see me choose you.”
He gave her neck a squeeze. Just a sample of his darker side. She shuddered and eased back, swaying as she tried to catch the beat.
Other people joined in. Women and men slid right up to them both, joining them in a sort of ménage à trios dance. She was turned away from Syon by a woman who had dark, sensuous eyes. Kate moved with her for a moment before Syon reached out to reclaim her.
Heat speared through her.
There was a possessive look in his eyes, one that sent need clawing up her insides. She let it climb, allowing herself to be split off again, this time by a man, because she knew Syon was watching. He butted his way between her and her impromptu partner, bumping chests with the guy before cupping her jaw and sealing her mouth with his.
“Oh yeah.”
“So hot…”
“Kiss me too.”
The voices were background noise. An erotic addition to the pulsing beat of Toxsin music. Someone new slid up behind her, a harder presence; she felt awareness rippling across her skin.
“You’re hot, Kate.”
Ramsey’s voice was dangerous. It slithered through her like dark temptation, luring her away from the light. Syon was still dancing with her, moving his hips in time with hers, brushing her with his erection as Ramsey cupped her hips from behind. Syon kept her chin in his hand, watching her intently.
She was pretty sure she was going to melt into a puddle.
Her core felt like it was molten, and Syon’s eyes were glittering with enough passion to reduce her to a pile of cinders. Ramsey leaned over, his hair brushing her nape and setting off another round of sensation.
She was teetering on the edge. But it didn’t bug her. Part of her was enjoying the sensation of falling, like a form of freedom she’d never been bold enough to reach out and touch.
She was hungry for it.
Strangely fascinated by it.
She turned, facing Ramsey, and reached out to grab his nipple bar. He backed up a step, baring his teeth at her.
She stuck out her chin at him, dancing up to him and tossing her hair before Syon was pulling her back around to face him.
She went to him, sliding her hands up his chest, skin to skin through the opening of his shirt. The connection was jolting, making her smile as Ramsey caught a handful of her hair and pulled it tight. He leaned over her shoulder, making full contact with her back.
She shuddered violently.
It shattered everything inside her. Every boundary she’d thought unbreakable was crumbling into particles too fine to recognize.
“Kiss him,” Syon demanded.
She hesitated, licking her lower lip as she teetered on the top of the ledge. Syon tilted his head and fitted his mouth against hers. There was a roar of approval from the crowd as he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth before pulling away.
“Kiss him, Kate.”
She turned, not sure if it was her idea or Ramsey’s and Syon’s hands doing it for her. She caught the scent of Ramsey’s skin, drawing in a deep breath to make sure it intoxicated her.
Different.
Yet part of Syon.
It defied thought. The only thing that mattered was the pulsing need moving between them. Syon pressed up behind her, his cock hard against her lower back. Ramsey’s was hard against her stomach as she rose up on her toes to connect with his lips.
His kiss was a slow exploration of her mouth. He teased her lower lip, slipping along it before licking it. She tried to kiss him harder, but he held her back, gripping her nape to control her, and made sure she felt him doing it. He pulled away, just an inch, and shot her a look full of dominance.
She twisted his nipple bar in response. For a moment, they were caught in a tangle of defiance and the need for control. He demanded; she hissed in his face. Syon chuckled behind her.
“She’s ginger, Rams.”
“That’s the best part,” Ramsey said before claiming her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.
There was nothing nice about it. He pressed her mouth open, storming her senses with a kiss that awakened a need to shove back at him. She grabbed his hair and kissed him back, to the delight of those watching. They roared with approval, trying to touch her.
Syon and Ramsey weren’t sharing. They moved her between them, blocking those groping hands and keeping her for themselves. She lost track of who was touching her where, twisting around to kiss Syon as she trailed her fingers down Ramsey’s open vest.
Her senses were reeling, her blood pulsing with the beat, her body on the edge, but she didn’t want to give in. She wanted to resist release, because it would end the moment.
Syon didn’t give her a choice. He cupped her mons, rubbing it hard as Ramsey thrust against her back. She shuddered, sensation tearing through her. Syon captured her cry with his mouth, Ramsey holding her up as her knees went weak. They held her through it, rocking her, supporting her, delighting her…
Completely.
Chapter 5
The air-conditioning was on.
Kate felt the slight vibration of it as cool air brushed her chest.
“Waking up hungover is a lot better when it happens next to you, Kate.”
Her eyes flew open wide. She was staring at Ramsey, and he was looking at her chest. Her corset was missing, only her thin, transparent chemise top still on.
“You’ve got mouthwatering tits, girl.”
He reached out and traced one of her nipples, his eyes closing against the light.
She looked down, her breath coming out in a little rush when she realized he was still wearing his pants.
“Yeah.” Ramsey opened his eyes and caught her blushing. “Would have been a shame to be too drunk to remember having you.”
“The three of you were wasted,” Taz said from somewhere across the room, taking her level of horror to the top of the scale.
The bed rocked as Syon sat up behind her. He dropped a pillow over her chest as she turned to look across the suite. Taz was busy pounding the keys on his laptop, his short black hair in its normal spikes.
“You owe me sushi tonight for hauling your butts back and separating you from the posse that tried to join you in an orgy. Pretty sure one of them bit me. I might need a rabies shot.”
Kate groaned, suddenly recalling the dance-floor climax she’d had. “I only had one drink…”
“More like three…maybe four,” Syon said as he rolled over and landed on his feet. “For a Scot, you’re sort of a lightweight.”
She flipped him the bird but yelped when Ramsey swatted her butt.
“You need some discipline, Kate.”
“Well, you need—” She’d rolled over and sat up but stopped when she caught sight of Ramsey. His eyeliner had run and smudged around his eyes, making him look like a badger. “A date with a shower.”
She finished up with a snicker.
He sat up, settling his feet on the floor and smirked at her. “You’re one to talk.”
Syon chuckled, stretching and arching back until his spine popped.
Kate sat hugging the pillow. Her head was hurting, her mouth dry like she’d chewed on a cotton ball sometime during the hours she couldn’t remember. All she could do was blink and try to absorb the scene.
Had she broken something?
Put the nail in her own coffin?
&
nbsp; That thought terrified her completely. It opened a door she’d been avoiding looking at. The one that opened into a relationship she would regret losing.
Syon was ordering room service, and Ramsey wandered off into the suite, a door shutting in one of the other bedrooms. Taz had slipped on a pair of headphones that covered his ears entirely and was cussing at the game he was playing.
“Hey…”
Syon crawled back across the bed and cupped her chin. Time started crawling by as she turned to look him in the eye.
She was scared.
Plain and simple.
What she didn’t expect to see was uncertainty in Syon’s eyes.
“You okay?” His expression tightened as silence sat between them. He was steeling himself for her reply.
She nodded, but he wasn’t accepting it from her. It was a halfhearted response, one designed to protect her feelings.
“Come on.” His tone was tight. He grasped her hand and pulled her off the bed. He maintained his grip as he tugged her into the massive master suite. He turned on the water in the shower and stripped.
She was still hugging the pillow when he turned around to look at her.
“You’ve seen me now, Kate. Everything about me.” His eyes narrowed. “I need the excess…”
Steam was billowing up from the shower. He walked backward into it, letting it engulf him. The water hit him and ran down his hard body.
“You are excess.”
That was why he sent her into a vortex. The screaming fans were all just addicted to the vapors coming off him. Fascinated by the raw energy radiating from him.
“And Ramsey keeps me grounded. Keeps me from thinking I’m the only one who craves it. I’d have lost my mind without him around to make me feel grounded.”
She dropped the pillow, reaching for him. She wanted to keep him from disappearing into a place where he felt alone. She could see it in his eyes. The desolation. The loneliness.
He waited for her, watching her strip off her top and skirt before walking into the water. It hit her skin, awakening all the sexual needs she’d never gotten satisfied the night before.
“Next time, I’m not drinking.”
His face became a tapestry of hunger. There was lust, hard desire, but also something deeper. Something intimate.
“I want to have my wits when you take me back to that place you share with Ramsey.”
Obviously, she was crazy.
“Sure about that?” he asked, cupping her hips and squeezing them until a zip of pleasure speared through her insides.
“When you jump out of an airplane, there’s only one direction to go.” She reached out and handled his cock, closing her fingers around the thick phallus and pulling her hand up to the head. “I’ll have to hope my parachute works.”
Or it was going to be a deadly crash.
“Me too.”
He lifted her up, bearing her backward and pushing her against the tile. Her knees spread to allow his body close, his cock burrowing between the folds of her sex as she lifted her hands and clasped his shoulders.
He thrust forward, her body eager for the penetration. It was more than the water from the shower; it was the state of semiarousal left from the night before. Her brain was clearing, bits and pieces of the night rising above the alcohol’s grip. She’d climaxed but gone to sleep hungry for deep satisfaction.
Her position against the wall didn’t give her much room to move and get what she wanted.
He knew it too. He was pressing her body to the tile with his chest against hers, holding her in place and keeping her from seeing his expression. She tried to arch, to take his thrusts, but he kept her still.
“Take it.” He twisted his hand in her hair, holding her in place. “Take it, just the way I want to give it to you.”
He was being savage, and there was something about it that pleased her. Something brutally honest about the moment.
“Then you’d better give it all to me,” she hissed. “No bullshit excuses about me not being able to take it.”
He rammed himself deep, both of their hearts hammering.
“I can take anything you can dish out. Maybe you get away with that crap with the rest of the world, but there is nothing about you I can’t understand. Don’t be too chicken to share yourself.”
He snorted at her. A second later, her feet were on the floor. He turned her around, and she ended up with her hands braced on the seat as he thrust back into her from behind. He could get more force behind his thrusts now, each one feeling like it was driving the breath from her.
He was holding her hips, keeping her prisoner and not even allowing her to move back into his thrusts. She grasped the edge of the seat and used her hands to push herself back, drawing a snarl from him when she succeeded.
Their skin was wet, making slapping noises when they connected. She fought to push back, delighting in every grunt she wrung from him. “I’m not going to let you hold back.”
He wrapped his arm around her body, still pumping her from behind, but now reaching down and fingering her clit.
“Same goes for you, Kate.”
Everything shifted. What had been a struggle between them, morphed into a fight to hold back climax. She reached back and grabbed his thighs, trying to work him faster, but he rubbed her clit, pushing her closer to the edge of mindless pleasure. When it came, she screamed, the sound bouncing crazily around the title walls. She dug her nails into her thighs and heard a strangled sound. He ground himself into her, roaring as his cock burst inside her. His come was hot, stinging as it hit her insides. She tightened, like a second orgasm, an aftershock that rolled through her with only slightly less force.
“I love that thing your pussy does when I get you off.”
He was slowly pumping her, his cock feeling like it hadn’t lost any of its stiffness.
“Are you a female ejaculator?”
“Hmm?” She was suddenly tongue-tied. Which was stupid, considering she’d woken up in bed with not one but two rock stars. But the topic shocked her to her core.
So much for being a sophisticated, modern woman. Syon had busted her back to fourteen with one frank question.
“Female ejaculator,” he repeated without a hitch.
He withdrew and sat down. Reaching out, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her on his length. “It’s rare, but your G-spot is sensitive, so maybe—”
“I don’t know.”
She was embarrassed, feeling awkward. He held her down when she would have lifted off him.
“You make me want to impress you, Kate.” He was still shaking, his release shocking his system. “But I can’t do that by being a good guy.”
She smiled, shaking her head. “You gotta be you. It’s what makes you irresistible.”
He lifted her chin, locking gazes with her. “Did I break something between us? Today or last night?”
Her eyes widened. “I was wondering the same thing…when I woke up with Ramsey…there…”
“With me there.” He smoothed his hands down her back. “Us…” He shook his head. “Anyone else, and I’d…” His face tightened. “I want you to come to the next show. You need to see. You’ll understand if you see.”
“I’ll be there,” she promised.
She kissed him. Softly, slowly. He framed her face, cradling it as she started to ride him. This time, there was a gentle build up, but one that culminated in an explosion that left them clinging to each other.
* * *
“Thank you, Denver!” Syon raised the microphone over his head as the Pepsi Center filled with screaming fans. It was sold out, every seat filled, and the pit was a crush of bodies all straining to get closer to the performers. The surge of bodies was like watching a tribe, all of them melding into a single entity, united by one driving force.
The music.
It was the force that promised them liberation. In the moment, they could immerse themselves in it. Everyone in the arena was there with a sole pur
pose in mind.
To jump into the current and ride it over the falls.
Drake started up on the drums, setting a beat that made Kate squirm in her seat. Dead center at the end of the catwalk, she had a seat that normally went for over ten thousand dollars. She could touch the edge of the catwalk and possibly Syon when he made one of his runs down it.
You’ve touched him…
She grinned.
Yeah, and licked, as well as a few other things.
Pressing in around her were women willing to pay for that privilege. They were decked out in Prada and other designer labels, most of them looking like they’d invested in their personal enhancements as well. No one was sitting down. Drake was tearing up the mood with a drum solo that made it impossible to sit. Taz was laying down a bass rhythm that tickled her insides. It was a deep, dark feeling of impending madness.
That insanity was delivered when Ramsey and Syon joined in on either side of the stage, their fingers coaxing sounds out of their guitars that shot through the building and left Kate panting. It was more than their fingers. It was a whole-body experience.
Back in Los Angeles, she’d wondered if she’d just been overwhelmed, if the intensity would fade, but it hadn’t. If anything, she was caught up even more this time, the music hitting her deeper, more intimately as Syon took to the mic to add lyrics.
His voice was rough velvet—smooth when it needed to be, but cutting as he sang out.
His soul was on display.
No one else knew it, but she did. What he was pulling on that stage was his inner demon. The one the rest of the world was too chicken to let be seen.
It was an awesome sight.
Kate realized why the crowd was roaring, why she was on her feet shaking her fist in the air. It was because he was a leader, setting them all free, saying exactly what was on his mind, singing it out without remorse for who was offended.
Everyone wanted sex, but Syon was bold enough to say it out loud. Ramsey backed him up, completing the moment as the lights flashed around them and the song came to an end.
Syon was halfway down the catwalk when he finished, bowing back, pushing the last notes out of him. He forced it into the world, and everyone experienced the intensity of life, that thing everyone thought about, wanted to be, but were too practical to act upon.
