Kings of Blood and Money (Underworld Kings)

“You okay?” he asks, kissing my jaw, lips, nose.

“Yes,” I sigh, smiling lazily, every nerve ending alive within my body. The moment is agonizingly perfect.

“Fuck me, Remi,” I say again, digging the heel of my foot into his ass cheek, helping him bury himself to the hilt.

“Thank you for giving me something so special.” His brow puckers as he scans my face. And then he fucks me, hips thrusting, slow withdrawals, firm, strong strokes forward, filling me up. I feel him everywhere, skin to skin. His balls slap against my ass as he hooks one arm under my shoulder blade, gripping the back of my neck tight.

Lifting my leg until it sits over his shoulder, he bucks his hips into me. Urgent lips nip the calf of my leg leaving a love mark, before capturing my mouth sharing breath. Our hearts beat excitedly in tandem with each other’s, as his movements slow, body tensing.

“I’m going to come,” he rumbles, the sheets beneath soaked in our sweat, duvet kicked to the floor.

Rapture etches into his features as he pulls his cock from within me. The warm length feels heavy on my stomach as his release pulses over my skin, drenching me in him. Achy and satisfied, I close my eyes, soaking the feeling into my muscles, bones, heart.

“That was incredible.” I giggle, covering my face with my hands.

“You’re incredible,” he pants, moving off to lie beside me, his grip prying my hands away from my face, smiling as he stares down at me. “Are you okay?”

“More than.” I grin.

Taking a shower with Remi is a thing pulled straight from fantasies. Caring, soothing hands wash my body while he hums along to a playlist crooning from his phone. His lips kiss along my neck as he shampoos my hair.

Toweling off, we forgo getting dressed, grab the duvet from the floor, and jump beneath it, naked and sated. Yawning, I wrap my body around his, feeling content.

“You hungry?” he asks, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

“Like, for food?” I query. He can’t possibly mean food.

Chuckling, he runs a hand down my spine and over my ass cheek, squeezing. “Yes, food. I’m hungry.”

No way can he be hungry. I’m about to tell him he can have my leftover pizza when the closing of the front door echoes up the stairs into his room.

Our eyes clash as we wait to hear someone coming up. A door opens and closes, then someone passes Remi’s door and up the second flight of stairs.

“It’s Noah.” Remi gestures toward the door with a head nod. The thudding of footsteps come back down the stairs, then the door opens, announcing Noah’s arrival.

Powerful, suited, and booted, he steps into the room, loosening his tie. “There you are,” he says, the affection and possession in his tone stealing my breath. Midnight is tucked under his arm, like he belongs there.

“Hey,” I say, feeling my limbs turning to liquid once more.

“You missing something?” He raises a brow, dropping Midnight to his feet. Meowing, he wraps his body around Noah’s leg before running across the room and jumping on the bed.

Dumping his jacket on a hook on the back of Remi’s door, Noah begins unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it from his slacks.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyeballing his brother.

“We’re watching a movie,” I say, shrugging a shoulder. There’s no guilt for what I shared with Remi. I want them both, and that’s how it is.

“Oh yeah, which one?” He smirks to the TV, which is on the home screen.

“A good one.” Remi tucks a hand behind his head.

“A real good one. Shame you weren’t here to watch with us,” I tease.

Whipping his belt from his slacks, he bends it and snaps the two sides together, cracking the air with a loud clap. My pulse throbs in my pussy as my stomach dances with anticipation. The room heats with the temperature of our bodies igniting.

“I think you like teasing the wolf, little Freya,” he warns, stalking toward the bed.

“Only because I like it when he eats me,” I say, feeling like a confident slut and giving zero shits.

“It appears I’ve awoken a thirst in our little Freya.” He directs his statement to his brother, but his eyes never stray from mine.

“Don’t fret, brother. I’ve helped quench it,” Remi growls, low and throaty, slapping a hand down on my bare ass.

My heart blooms. When Noah bites his lip, his gaze sweeping over us, there’s no jealousy, no judgement.

Losing the shirt and tie, Noah stands at the edge of the bed. “You got room for another in there?”

My heart skitters in my chest as I pull back the covers. “Come on in.”

So he does.

Twenty-Three

Noah

Lungs burning, I can’t breathe, I jolt awake, Midnight startling and jumping off my face. The little bastard nearly killed me.

Groaning, Freya mumbles something in her sleep, her leg splayed over my thigh the heat of her pussy awakening my cock. Her head is nestled in Remi’s armpit. I want her, wanted to be the first man inside her, but I’m glad it was Remi. She deserved gentle, light, him.