Kings of Blood and Money (Underworld Kings)

Those blue eyes are like stars twinkling down at me as I kiss a path down his body, maneuvering myself between his legs. “I want to taste you too,” I moan, biting my lip while I eagerly unloop his belt and pull it free with a wicked grin.

“You don’t have to do that.” Indecision tugs at his brow, his large hands holding my forearms.

“I want to. I want to feel you all the way to the back of my throat.” Lust flames in his eyes. His breathing shifts, hands releasing me.

Unbuttoning his slacks, I heave them and his boxers past his hips, his ass lifting up to help me. Thick, heavy, and painfully hard, his cock stands at attention, summoning me. Swiping my tongue up the shaft, I grip him at the base, my fingers too small to even close around him. His cock pulses and jerks in my grip as I suck the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head. I don’t have a clue how to do this, my only teacher being films I’ve watched with Ivy.

I take my cues from his grunts. Relaxing my jaw, I push my mouth down around him, gagging before he’s even halfway. He’s so big, my dribble coats him as I slurp up and down his shaft.

Strong hands gather my hair up, wrapping it around his fist. Those eyes never stray from my administrations.

“Fuck. Swallow my cock, Freya,” he pants, his face contorting. “Take my cock down your throat. I need to fuck your mouth,” he groans, his hand guiding my head, his hips kicking up, fucking my face.

Tears stream down my cheeks as his thick head hits the back of my throat, choking me. I fucking love it. I don’t want to breathe until he’s coming over my tongue.

Muscles stretch over bone, rippling beneath skin as he stiffens. “Fuck,” he blurts out, his fist tightening in my hair. My pussy clenches. My nipples ache. Warm, salty cum pumps into my mouth, dribbling through the corners of my lips.

Releasing him, I swipe a hand across my mouth, grinning as I swallow his release.

“Goddammit, woman. You’re going to kill me.”

Climbing up his body, I kiss his lips, whispering, “I want you to kiss me again.”

Smirking, he asks, “Oh yeah, where?”

I shift farther up his body and straddle his face, taking a seat. “Right here.”

A warm, hard body pushes down on me, the palm of a hand smothering across my lips. My eyes spring open to see the morning sun creeping across the bed, dust particles dancing on the rays. Noah’s scent covers every inch of me as he peers down with wide eyes, holding me still beneath him. A pounding vibrates the bedroom door.

Holding a finger to his lips, he slides off the bed, kicking his discarded clothes beneath it, and heads to the bathroom, nodding as he closes the door.

“I’m not dressed,” I call out, pulling the duvet over my exposed flesh.

“It’s Remi.”

The bathroom door opens. Noah runs a hand through his hair, cussing under his breath as he strides across the room, opening the bedroom door.

My cheeks heat as Remi steps inside. His blue orbs fall on me, but I can’t read his expression.

“Dad’s looking for you.” He turns his attention to Noah. “And Dominque has prepared breakfast. Unless, that is, you’ve already eaten.” He smirks, wicked and mischievous. “You okay?” he asks me, tilting his chin.

Noah’s gaze is on me too. Having both their attention makes me squirm with possibilities.

“I’m good.” I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache throbbing there once more.

“She kinda looks hungry,” Remi drawls, looking to his brother.

Noah leers, “I definitely fed her.”

My mouth pops open when they smirk at each other. Bastards. Throwing the duvet back, I get out of the bed. They both track my movements with predatory eyes. I’ve never been naked in front of Remi, but if he wants to play games, I can play them too.

Flicking my gaze over my shoulder, I say simply, “It was quite the feast.”

“Well, fucking hell. Now I’m hungry,” Remi groans.

“I’m going to take a shower. You can let yourselves out.”

“We’d prefer to stay and watch,” I hear as I close the door to the bathroom, glimpsing my reflection in the mirror.

Flushed skin. Bright eyes. A knowing smile tilting my lips as I run my hands through my bed-fused mane. I felt utterly boneless last night, sensations exploding within me like fireworks detonating. Pleasure so intense, mind altering, life changing. I need more.

Showering, my mind replays what Noah shared about his family, the vulnerability, the pain I witnessed rolling off him in toxic waves was so raw, it left an imprint of my soul. The glow I felt moments before dims.

Drying off, I slip into some shorts and a tee and boot up my computer, searching, “Remington double murder.”