Project Idol: Love Like Cyanide - ch 21
alpha idol paranormal romance
Author’s note: This chapter is hella long. And very smutty. Deffo not safe for work. I’d apologize for the length, but that would imply that I’m sorry. And I’m definitely not. So… Last spicy scene for this book! Enjoy!
Chapter 21: Valentine
I must have accidentally done a favor for a Greek deity in disguise. There couldn’t be any other reasonable explanation for the gorgeous woman in my lap trying to pull my soul out through my mouth with expert lips and tongue, and the equally gorgeous man moaning his passion into my ear even though I haven’t touched him yet. Random divine blessings were the only answer.
I knew I hadn’t earned it, and I didn’t deserve it. Not with the things I’d done, and the way I’d been since fame took over my life. Dante was right. I was an absolute idiot for even giving Natalie the option of being my only dalliance during my rut. I knew she was alright, but that felt like pure luck. And I, the one who always put others first, had been selfish in such a way that I could have caused her genuine harm.
Yet, even with all that, Natalie was still here. She should have joined forces with Dante and really kicked my ass, then tossed me out. So clearly, one of us was braindead. Or maybe we all were. But honestly… who needed higher cognitive function when my hands and heart were this full?
Natalie pulled back for a second. “I love how you managed to walk off into that self-deprecating brain fog of yours, despite the compromising position you’re in.”
“Sorry—”
Dante cut me off. “And now you’re even speaking it, too. Fuck’s sake. Val. Knock that shit off.” He gripped a fistful of my hair and pulled me towards him, kissing me with a ferocity that softened the rough edges of the world around me.
“Besides…” he continued, voice coarse and breathless. “If we thought you really deserved anything worse, we’d have tossed your ass out the window and buried the body by now. Stop just blaming yourself.” He rested his forehead against mine.
“You’re both idiots,” he murmured. “Hot idiots. But idiots, nonetheless.”
Natalie’s fingers flexed, reminding me that they were both grabbing my cock, and it made me gasp. She leaned in closer, nuzzling her cheek against mine, bring all three of our faces near each other. “But are we your idiots, Dante?” Her tone was raspier than usual, worn but filled with strength and confidence. She already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear him say it aloud. I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.
He snickered, green eyes aglow when he opened them and leaned back to gaze at both of us for a second, solidly the serpent with his prey. “My idiots?” He dragged the tip of his tongue along his full lower lip, and the movement commanded my attention. “You know what? Yeah. I do like the sound of that.”
Natalie giggled, and the sound was like the first warm rays of sunlight striking my skin as it rose. It filled me with purpose. …And made me want to fill her with other things.
If this was how I felt just being near her now that we were bonded, it was going to complicate our work relationship. I didn’t doubt her ability to maintain professionalism. I was the problem. I didn’t know if I could trust myself around her in public, anymore. But now wasn’t the time to worry about that.
“Let’s not wreck my table, though. Breaking a bedframe is slightly less embarrassing than destroying a kitchen table,” Natalie said with a sigh, already resigning herself to property damage in some form or another.
I stood up, carrying Natalie across my shoulders and draped around my neck, walking to her bedroom like I lived in her apartment. It’d only been a few days, but it felt like I belonged there. Maybe it was really just that I belonged wherever Natalie was, regardless of what physical setting we were in.
Dante followed behind us, giving her ass a firm smack that drew a squeak from her pretty lips. It almost made me growl possessively, the beginning rumblings of it resonating through my chest.
“Hope you’re not friends with any of your neighbors, Nat. They’re gonna fucking hate you, after this.”
She flipped him off with a snort. “As if they don’t already hate me, from the past few days. Surprised nobody called the cops to see if someone was getting murdered.” A small pang of guilt hit me at that, but I let it pass. “But… If they think there’re two huge guys who hang around here, rather than just one, I doubt anyone’s going to say shit to me.”
“I don’t know how he feels about it, but if I have my way… You won’t be in this place for long anyway, Nat.” I tossed her onto the bed before she had the chance to protest.
She propped herself up on her elbows, blue eyes bright and knees bent like she wanted to jump back up and punch me for my declaration. That was fine. She could stay mad. She was less safe here than she realized, and I was having none of it. The building may have been clean, despite being older than dirt, but nobody’s mate should be living alone in a place like this. Even if they were a tough-as-nails petite little alpha, in their own right.
“There are three of us,” she said through gritted teeth. “That means we should be able to take a majority vote on big things like—”
“No,” Dante and I echoed in unison. We’ll ignore the fact that nearly a decade of memorizing and practicing choreography together had the two of us folding our arms at the same time.
Her defiant little glare was adorable, but I knew we were swinging a baseball bat at a hornet’s nest if we didn’t come across as a bit more reasonable. …but only a little bit.
“Nat, we want you safe. One of us could put you up in a place so much better than this, but the two of us? Shit, we could buy you a house and not even feel the pinch.” Dante’s voice was low, meant to soothe and placate.
An eyebrow rose and she drummed her fingertips on the clean comforter in agitation. “You guys are rushing things. I’m grateful for the offer, but I’m not sure I’m ready to bite on something so serious, so soon.”
Dante and I exchanged a glance and relaxed our postures. He exhaled heavily, looking heavenward for guidance. “Grey hairs, I swear to fucking God,” he murmured under his breath.
“Chicks dig that, you know. Makes you look distinguished, allegedly.” I snarked at him.
Dante elbowed me in the side, and I couldn’t resist a smirk. “I don’t give a damn what chicks dig. I could buzz off my hair tomorrow and the fanbase would still love it. I’d say I care what you two think, but honestly… my opinion is the only one that counts, when it comes to my hair.” He dragged those long fingers through the dark locks, as if proving his point.
He shoved me and I resisted the urge to fight the momentum, landing on the soft mattress next to Natalie. She shared a long, quiet look with Dante, and I watched her expression soften from whatever she saw in his eyes, felt through their bond.
“Can we talk about the living situation seriously, later?” Dante was normally more pushy, but he wasn’t playing when it came to Nat. He asked her genuinely in a tone that even managed to make my heart flutter.
The pregnant pause that stretched between us, holding everything suspended in time, snapped and shattered when Natalie finally nodded and spoke into the tense quiet. “Later, or my elbows along your spine won’t be the only thing making you cry.”
Dante laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Fucking right,” she quipped back.
They turned to me in sync with each other, and it reminded me that their bond was older than mine with her. They’d managed to behave themselves at the company since the initial incident, so even if it was difficult for me… I’d do my damnedest to make it work. For her sake. For his sake. For all of us.
Dante frowned down at me. “I can’t even read your mind, but your brain is so fucking loud, Valentine.”
Natalie’s fingers cupping my cheek drew my gaze to her, her skin against mine pleasantly warm. “It is, isn’t it? Should we help him shut it up, Dante?”
“Pfft. With his brain, it’s more like we’ve gotta hog-tie it and toss it in the basement. That thing’ll never just hit the kill-switch willingly.” He dragged my grey sweatpants off and made the sign of the cross, closing his eyes for a moment in what could only be grateful prayer. “Thank you for making this meal a more manageable portion, ye eldritch genetics.”
Natalie moved to kiss me, but backed up a bit to laugh at Dante’s ridiculous declaration. She held my face between both of her small hands, the mirth glittering in her eyes doing more to stir my heart than my cock. Her lips brushed against mine, the ghost of a caress so like the first kiss I’d given her that it made me lean into her hands. I let my eyes slide shut as she claimed me with her mouth, like she had hundreds of times over the past few days.
Dante’s fingertips skated across my thighs as he knelt between them. He pressed wet, heated kisses to my skin, an occasional graze of teeth against my muscles making my breath hitch at the same time Natalie dragged it out of my mouth. My fingers spasmed at the first long, slow drag of his tongue along the underside of my shaft, all the way from the base to the tip.
Dante’s fingers wrapped around my wrist and Natalie gripped my jaw, turning my head so I could gaze down the length of my body as my bandmate rolled his perfect, pouty lips down the length of my cock, only pausing for a second before taking me partway into his throat.
My eyes rolled back into my head, unable to focus on sight and sensation at the same time and not wanting to miss a second of the feeling of being swallowed. Natalie’s lips worked their way down the shell of my ear, her breathing fast and erratic. She sucked at my pulse, sliding down to the hollow of my shoulder.
Her hand curled around my biceps, fingertips pressing in as she sank her teeth into my shoulder without warning. Heat coiled in my veins and the unhinged groan it dragged from me was almost embarrassing. Dante’s hand and jaw both flexed, keeping me grounded in that moment.
“Harder,” I breathed, and Nat complied in earnest. She was petite, but weak wasn’t a word anyone who’d been on her table would use to describe her. The increase in pressure on my arm and my neck made my heart skip a beat. Dante may have marked her first, but Natalie was an alpha, too. And she’d definitely just claimed me.
Her cinnamon scent intensified and I felt Dante’s arm reach across my body. I opened my eyes to see his fingers brush against her ankle before fully encircling it and giving her leg a tug. The fact that the man hadn’t bothered to use a hand on me, or come up for a break yet, was admirable. When he set his mind to something, there was no dissuading him. Nat rolled my skin between her teeth before letting go and scooting down the bed to lay beside me, mirroring Dante.
She took a moment to glide her fingers over the muscles of my thigh, reverent like she hadn’t seen and touched my legs a thousand times prior to this. Something about this time felt different. Maybe it was having Dante with us, maybe it was because the sting of her claiming bite still burned. Whatever the reason, I never wanted her to stop looking at me like that, drinking my body in with her hands and committing it to memory.
Dante curled his fingers around my spit-slick cock and stroked, grabbing a fistful of Natalie’s hair and crushing his lips to hers, giving her a residual taste of me that had all three of us moaning. I couldn’t blame her. The man was one hell of a kisser. He could do more with his mouth than just run it.
It was a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I was glad I won that fight as they broke the kiss and wrapped their lips around either side of my shaft. Mouths sliding, throats working, tongues dragging and tasting with a momentum that had me about to lose my mind. The sight of them like that would stay with me until the day they buried me.
The sound I made might have been a word, but my synapses were short-circuiting from their ministrations. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, panting desperately.
Fuck… Did they really have me that close, already?
They both pulled back and I whimpered as Dante and Nat laced their fingers together around my dick, not moving, but holding on firmly. “You want it that bad, loverboy? Then work for it. We got you this far. Show us how badly you need to get off. We’ve been so eager to please… Now it’s your turn.” Dante’s voice didn’t leave any room for argument.
The idea of both of them watching me work myself with their fists suddenly had my ears burning. I turned my face to the side, covering my mouth with the back of a hand as I did exactly as he’d asked. The wet sounds as my cock drove up between their hands were obscene, only partly masked by the desperate, whiny little moans that I couldn’t conceal anymore.
Dante snaked his hand up my abdomen, ghosting his fingers across the swell of my pecs before pausing to leisurely roll a nipple between them. “Fuck!” I pressed my finger between my teeth to keep from screaming.
Natalie’s voice hit me in a way I didn’t expect. “Isn’t he so pretty, Dante? All flustered and practically drooling, those abs working so hard? And so… pink. He’s so pale, I wonder if the rest of his skin pinks up the way his ears and cheeks do.”
I didn’t have time to process any of her words before her hand came down with a hard crack against my thigh, the stinging heat at war with the pleasure that coursed through me. I winced from the contact, but when I met her gaze fully, she was watching me attentively. Asking without words if she’d gone too far, or if it was just what I’d needed.
The precum that trickled over her fingers and a small nod from me were all the assurance she needed. Dante leaned up, eyebrows raising as he admired her handiwork. “Girl’s got a good eye,” he said. He fixed me with his cobra’s stare, a wicked grin curving his lips.
“I wish you could see how gorgeous and pathetic you look, Valentine.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of my eye, moving down to take as much of my left pec into his mouth as he could manage and sinking into the meat of it with his teeth, tongue teasing the nipple in the same instant. Natalie bit down on the handprint she’d left on my thigh, and I was done.
I’ve never come that hard in my life, and it felt like it wasn’t ever going to stop. They kept slowly writhing their fingers as I came, increasing and decreasing the pressure as I thrust up into their hands. I couldn’t form words anymore. Wasn’t capable of conscious thought. I wasn’t sure if it was the tail end of the rut hormones working out of my system, or if it was that combined with the skills of my mates…
My mates.
Fuck’s sake. The imprint of Dante’s teeth on my chest gave me that same inner simmering sensation that Natalie’s had. It made me pity Mords who only had one mate. There was no feeling in the world that could top this.
Natalie sat up, the only one of the three of us still wearing anything, her shirt definitely collateral damage after I’d practically come buckets. She stripped it off with a sigh and the two of us silently watched her. “Gonna make you two start buying me laundry detergent, at this rate.”
She took Dante’s hand in hers and dragged it through the mess that had settled on my abdomen, lifting his long fingers to her mouth and slowly licking them clean. I watched him hold his breath the entire time, and she was in no rush. When she’d finished with his, she made short work of her own, pulling the last one from her moist lips with an audible pop. She tilted her head innocently, because we were definitely staring, those blue eyes fixing us with the smoldering heat of a thousand suns.
“What?” she asked, her lips curving up into a devious grin.
I was too busy retraining my body to breathe to respond, but Dante nailed it. “We’ll buy you all the laundry sauce you want if it means potentially getting to see you do that again, Nat. Fuck.”
She wiped my stomach clean with her shirt, the sensation of the cloth rubbing against my dick making air hiss between my teeth. She draped it over me and gave my sensitive cock a slow squeeze through the fabric, as if to make a point. Natalie tossed the shirt into her laundry basket, sinking the shot like basketball was a hobby of hers.
Dante patted my cock like it was an excitable puppy, the motion making it bob back and forth. The way they both fixed their gaze on it made me want to curl up in a ball and hide. “Hmm,” he said simply, talking over me to Natalie almost like I wasn’t even in the room with them. “It looks like the rut is mostly fading, but Knotless Wonder over here still can’t calm the fuck down. I’m sure you discovered that, over the past few days.”
Natalie turned her face towards me, idly brushing a damp strand of hair back away from my forehead. I leaned into her touch, but didn’t say anything. The quiet felt comfortable, and my words weren’t needed. “You were right. It was stupid of us, but yeah. We may have had to get a bit more… inventive to wear him down a bit. Because a girl can only take so much getting poked before it becomes an issue.”
Dante leaned over to press a gentle kiss to her lips, his expression softer than I’d ever seen it as he gazed at her. “I’m glad you called me, Idiot Number One.”
She smirked and punched his arm. “Damned right, I’m number one. Don’t forget it.”
Snickering, he kissed her again. Longer, harder, until she leaned into him, her posture relaxing. He traced the curve of her cheek, dragging the backs of fingertips down the side of her neck, emerald green eyes following their path. “How could I ever forget? You’ve been haunting my brain like a ghost since that night, Natalie.”
His thumb ticked across the place he’d claimed her, and I felt that stab of guilt in my gut again. He winced like he could feel what I was feeling, turning to fix me with a stare so intense that I couldn’t help swallowing nervously.
“Almost as bad as pining over this idiot for years, thinking he wanted nothing to do with me. Not because he had no interest in men, but just in me, specifically.”
I blinked owlishly at him, and the post-nut clarity struck with such sudden, vibrant intensity that it was almost painful. I leaned up on my elbows, eyes only for the dancer who sat before me, every ounce of his soul laid bare and raw before me. I said his name softly and the depth of pain and uncertainty in his eyes twisted the knife deeper into my heart.
I was having none of it. I always tried to be so careful, to take care of everyone. To tend to the needs of others first, and I’d been failing the man before me for years. And I was pretty sure I knew exactly when that fissure between us had formed.
I sat all the way up, cupping his face between my hands and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “And you say I’m the idiot… Are you still hung up on the awards show after party? That first one?”
His eyes hardened, but he didn’t pull away. Oh, damn. He was still pissed about it, but I couldn’t help chuckling at the misunderstanding. “You were drunk, Dante. Neither of us were out yet, and you were ready to suck me off right there on the couch.”
Dante pursed his lips. “Would have taught all those bitches who got the chance later a thing or two about doing it properly, too.”
So smug and self-assured when it came to his skills, but so uncertain when it was about his worth as a person. “It would have killed our careers before they even really got started.”
Dante shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe it would have helped more of our fans to know that we’re just like them. Not all straight. And if that didn’t work… We could have started a Fan Site.”
“Lord, the money we could rake in if we recorded a rut cycle…” Dante smirked and I wiped away the tear that streaked his cheek with the pad of my thumb, not saying anything about it. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”
“It’s easier to be pretty than people think.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not just physically, dummy. You put on this tough guy aloof attitude, but you care just as deeply as any of us do. You just show it with a more coarse sandpaper edge.”
I turned my attention to the woman patiently giving us our moment to unearth the things buried between us. “You act like you’re so cold and detached, but when Natalie called, you were here. Soothing and comforting her in a way that I didn’t. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful for you, Dante. Even if I do want to punch you, sometimes.”
“But that night…”
I pressed a finger to his lips to shush him, and the little bastard grabbed it between his teeth. “That night was a ‘not now’. And it had nothing to do with me not wanting you. If alcohol wasn’t part of the equation, and we hadn’t been in a room full of our peers and executives from the company…” I lightly squished his cheeks between my hands. “What are you, Dante?”
He smirked, the insecurity fading and his typical confidence shining brightly in its place. “I’d say I’m an idiot sandwich, but that’s what you’re about to be, Valentine.”
“Excuse me?”
“How long has it been since you’ve bottomed?”
Damn. Cut right to the chase.
Natalie laughed and his gaze flicked to her. “So, when I said we had to get inventive…” She gestured to me with her chin and I couldn’t fight the blush that crept into my cheeks.
Dante whistled under his breath. “Seriously? Damn, girl.” She shrugged.
He slipped his hand under my ass, fingers freezing when the firm flesh was interrupted by the silicone plug that had been nestled inside of me since cleaning up, after Natalie had fucked me into blissful exhaustion the night before. It was the first time I’d been able to sleep properly for days, and it had given her the break her body needed to recover. She was the first woman who’d even considered a strap-on as a viable option with me, and I wasn’t going to argue when she already knew exactly what to do with it.
Dante pressed his fingers against the base of the plug, wiggling it in a way that made my breath hitch. “That’s one worry taken care of. But here’s the real question. Have you ever been knotted by an alpha?”
I shook my head rapidly, pressing my lips together and feeling my cock twitch at the gleam in his eyes. “Lucky for you, I don’t have a Monster can for a dick, so you’ll be fine.” Dante said, his lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh.
I snorted. “And neither do I, anymore.”
“Thank the gods for smaller favors. Just because I’m a reptile Mord doesn’t mean I can unhinge my fucking jaw, you know.”
The three of us had a laugh at that and Natalie’s hands on both of our cocks brought the mood back to the situation at hand. “How do you want to do this?” she asked, stroking us with casual, lazy corkscrews of her fists. “You seem like you’ve got a plan. Share with the class?”
Dante cursed under his breath, eyelids fluttering as he tried to form thoughts into words. “He’s going to stay right where he is.” He pressed me onto my back with a big hand in the center of my chest, fingers splayed wide. “If we put you on the bottom of the stack, we risk squishing you. It’s safer for you on top of him, until we know for sure we’re not going to totally lose ourselves and hurt you.”
The sound of her nightstand drawer sliding open drew my attention and she set the half empty bottle of lube on top of it. “You might not need much, but use as much as you need to.” She placed a little foil packet beside it. “And it’s up to you two how messy you want to get, or not.”
“You’re like the smut prepper, over here.” Dante’s tone was teasing, but his expression was impressed.
Natalie shrugged again. “Better to have things, and not need them, than need them and wish I had them.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Dante murmured, eyes finding mine. “Now… Distract him.”
Natalie saluted him and stripped off her panties, straddling me like there was no place she’d rather be. Her hands rested on my chest as she leaned down to kiss me, tongue and lips probing, seeking. She inhaled sharply as Dante smacked her ass, her thighs tightening around my waist and pressing her slick folds along my aching cock.
“You’re not the only one who looks good with a handprint or two on your skin, Val.”
She swallowed my moans at the way his voice had gone deeper, rougher. For having such a pretty face, Dante was all man when he wanted to be. Natalie arched her hips down and back, taking the entire length of me into her in one rapid movement. The sounds it dragged from us spiked in volume.
He carefully worked the plug loose from me, little whimpers falling from my lips as the sensations warred for my attention. Warm, slick fingers took its place, patiently scissoring. Teasing strokes that bumped his long digits against my prostate, but never lingered at it for long. It wasn’t what I expected from him. I almost wanted it to burn a little, but Dante seemed content to take his time.
I had to remind myself that I wasn’t running the show, I was just along for the ride. And I was grateful to both of them for that. It was a rare chance to just let go, and not be the perpetual event coordinator.
Dante’s fingers pulled away and I sighed in disappointment as he wiped his hand clean. He chuckled. “And here I was thinking that Nat was the greedy one.” He rolled my hips up a bit, the tip of his cock bumping against my entrance. Natalie shifted her position so she was leaning farther forward, the length of her torso arched down and against mine, her cheek pressed to my chest like she was bracing for what was about to happen.
“Legs up. Wrap them around my waist.” I found myself doing what he asked without any argument. “Funny how you can just fall in line and be reasonable, when it suits you.”
With that, Dante started pressing his thick cock into my ass, which still offered resistance despite all the extra lubrication and preparation. A muttered string of desperate curse words fell from his lips, and Natalie peppered little bites and kisses to my chest as he filled me up. He paused when he was fully seated inside of me, the feeling of being stuffed and completely buried in Natalie at the same time was almost enough to undo me, right then.
“Everybody good?” Dante’s words were strained, and his eyes were faintly glowing green when I looked up to meet his gaze.
“Green,” Natalie verbalized. I brushed her hair back away from her face and nodded, not trusting my voice.
He started moving then, pulling back slowly before driving back into me with maddening slowness. The force of the thrusts was almost too gentle. I wanted more from him.
Dante leaned down, sliding his arms under my back and sliding Natalie and I farther up the bed, so we were partly propped against the headboard. Surprise must have shown on my face with the way he moved us so easily, because he gave me a smirk and leaned closer to kiss me deeply. Natalie’s hands settled on my shoulders and he stopped kissing me to nip along the back of her neck and shoulders, making her writhe on my cock.
Dante’s eyes were only on me as he wrapped long, slender fingers around the headboard and fucked up into me so hard and fast that it stole the breath from my lungs. Natalie’s cries were a chorus between us as his movements drove me into her deeper. The wood creaked under his fingertips, the entirety of the bedframe groaning in protest from the momentum.
My groans weren’t in protest. I’d never felt so alive, before. If this feeling never went away, it would be too soon. Natalie’s fingers dug into my shoulders, spasming every time Dante arched his hips and went so deep that I knew I was almost bumping against her cervix. I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her weight up just enough that it wasn’t so rough on her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, over and over.
Dante’s free hand slid down Natalie’s sweat-slick side, his long fingers wrapping around her abdomen and back, encircling half her torso with just one hand. It was almost startling how tiny she was. She covered his hand with hers, giving his fingers a squeeze to confirm she was ok without having to speak.
The entire room was growing stifling with the heat, the warmth inside of us and spilling from our bodies building to an almost unbearable peak. Natalie’s panting and moaning was nearly drowned out by the combined sounds of mine and Dante’s unabashed grunts and whispered prayers.
I’m not ashamed to admit I was the first one who lost it, but our girl wasn’t far behind me. Twitching and spurting inside of Natalie as she clamped down on me like a vice, screaming her completion to the skies. I heard the headboard above me splinter under the pressure from Dante’s fingers as he came, spilling his passion into me and stretching me farther with his knot that swelled to keep us together.
The three of us spent a few quiet moments just holding each other as we came down, breathing becoming more normal. “Holy fuck,” Natalie murmured, leaning harder against my chest in her exhaustion.
“I’m pretty sure nothing that just happened is in the Bible, Nat.” Dante said with a heavy exhale.
“Such a dick,” she said with a little laugh. After another minute or two, she sighed. “Help me get out from the middle, so you guys can lay down. You’re not going anywhere for a few.”
“Sure, babe.” Dante leaned back a bit and I steadied her balance so she could climb off my cock.
She sank to her knees on the mattress beside us and covered a yawn with the back of her hand. Dante rested a hand on her shoulder so she looked up to meet his gaze. “We’ll get cleaned up later. Just stay here with us. Please?”
Poor girl had been through the ringer the past few days. She could probably sleep for a year and still be tired. Finally, she nodded. “Thank you,” Dante said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
Dante and I carefully wiggled and shifted our weight so we could both lay down on our sides. Natalie curled up behind me, her arm wrapped around my chest. Her breathing deepened almost immediately and she was out cold.
Dante kissed me slowly, leisurely, like I was his to do with whatever he wished. “You alright?” he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb our girl.
I nodded, trailing my hand down his arm to lace our fingers together. “Never been better.” I lifted his hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
“Idiot,” he said softly, an affectionate smile on his lips.
“Your idiot.” I replied.
“Fucking right, you are.”
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