CHAPTER 3

EVELINA

Caelum’s tongue flicks again, hotter now, greedy, circling my nipple until it peaks in his mouth. I arch — but Dante’s hand shoves my hip down.

“Stay still,” he warns, voice thick.

Lucien doesn’t stop them.

He watches.

Rafe’s mouth finds the curve of my stomach before his teeth scrape lightly against the inside of my thigh. I twitch, gasping.

Caelum chuckles around my nipple.

“She’s so sensitive.”

“She’s ours,” Dante snaps. “I’m ...