Tacet a Mortuis (The Elite King's Club 3)

“This sort of feels like our last feast…” Tate mumbled around her pancake.

I rolled my eyes.

Nate sneered at her with his lip curled—as if he didn’t have his tongue down her throat last night.

Bishop laughed. “It could be…” Eyes fell on him, but he brushed them off. I so desperately wanted to ask what was about to happen, but the other side of me would rather not know until I got there.

“Girl can cook!” Hunter was onto his fourth pancake. I must’ve made over one hundred pancakes this morning, and match that with pounds of greasy bacon, about twenty-four eggs (scrambled), and an ungodly amount of bread, and you have a casual breakfast for the Kings. It took Tate and I hours this morning, but I was adamant to do it. These guys had turned into family, closer than some of my blood family. When I looked around the table at all their faces, I now understood the saying blood means nothing, loyalty means everything. Because time and time again, it had been these boys who had shown their loyalty to me. Yeah, so they’ve also put me in harm’s way, almost run me over, chased me through a forest in the dark night, fucked with my head, and I’m probably missing a few other things, but above all, they’re my family.

“You ok?” Bishop’s arm snaked around the back of my neck, pulling me into his chest. He was wearing a dark hoodie, relaxed jeans, white high-top sneakers and I knew for a fact that he had his white Armani briefs on underneath. Images flashed through my head of our four a.m. sexfest and suddenly, my thighs were clenching, my cheeks were flushed, and my bottom lip was being pulled between my teeth. His fingers tightened on my shoulder. “Kitty…” he warned through a growl, but it was too late, I was already back there…

Warmth covered my nipple, and I groaned, slowly coming back into consciousness. Sweat already licked my flesh and my pussy throbbed from being woken.

“Mmmm, what’s the time?” I asked through my sleepy slumber. He didn’t answer, and slowly I cracked my eyes open but was met with nothing but opal darkness with the shadow of Bishop hovering above me. His mouth dropped to mine and I parted my lips, stretching my legs wide. He settled between them, his naked skin rubbing on me. His dick slowly sunk inside of me. Heavy breathing fell over my mouth as he slowly pulled out and then dipped back in. My arms came around the back of his neck. His tongue licked the edge of my lips, then traced down my neck, sucking on my collarbone. He continued his slow thrusting, Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and fell onto my face, creating a whirl mixing with my own. His arm snaked around the back of my neck. It was humanly impossible to get closer to anyone than what we were right now. He filled me everywhere and engulfed me completely. He slowly rode my body, not saying a word. His mouth came back to mine, kissing me, eating me, relishing me. His kisses turned slow, sensual and tentative as his thirst deepened. The pace was slow, but the depth was brutal. Lights flickered in my head from the pleasure. My core was extracting and my pussy was tightening. He was making love to me and I never wanted it to end. Our bodies slapped together like mush, the perfect melody of sexual perfection. His mouth never moved from mine, his tongue never stopping the deep caressing. My body locked up, my muscles holding on to every single feeling it was receiving until I combusted, my orgasm drowning me with the anchor wrapped around my ankle. Bishop groaned into my mouth as his cock throbbed against my saturated walls, and then his sweaty body fell to mine in deep breaths, pulling me into the spooning position and kissing my head. “Sleep.”

My palms tickled with sweat and my body temperature kicked up to an unnatural level.

“Sorry,” I answered, bringing my eyes to his but hiding my chin behind my shoulder. I gave him a small teasing smile before clearing my throat and getting back to more pressing issues. Like Nate and Tate already arguing.

“Guys,” I snapped at them both. “Please shut the fuck up. I don’t want to have to listen to this shit through a two-hour flight.”

“Word,” Cash muttered, getting to his feet while pulling out a smoke. He put it into his mouth and went to light up.

“Um, and you can smoke that outside.”

Bishop’s body was shaking beside me and I whipped my head around to look at him. He was hiding his laughing behind his hand. “Why are you laughing?”

Bishop coughed, shook his head and cleared his throat. “Nothing, baby. You’re just a little moody today.”