Chapter 10

Luca crooked a finger at Wes.

“Come closer,” he said, his voice low, smooth as sin. “Right to the edge.”

Wes didn’t move at first. His breath was shallow. Bare chest rising and falling, briefs tented in a way that made it obvious how badly he wanted this—how hard he’d been the whole time. His eyes flicked from me, still bent over on all fours, back to Luca, who hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Then Wes stepped forward.

“Good,” Luca murmured, eyes heavy-lidded. “Now ... just one lick. That’s all you get.”

Wes sank to his knees behind me, hands clenched at his sides, like touching would break some fragile, fucked-up spell. I could feel his breath on my skin—hot, uneven—then his mouth. His tongue. Just one long, slow lick from base to tip, and my back arched involuntarily.

Luca watched, arms folded, the outline of his cock thick and ready. He smirked. “That’s enough.”

Wes pulled back like it physically pained him to stop. His eyes were wild. Hungry. His cock strained violently against the front of his briefs.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled. “You followed the rules,” I said sweetly. “Good boy.”

Luca gave Wes a pat on the cheek before rising to full height behind me, all dark muscle and filthy intent. “You sure he’s not gonna explode watching this?” Luca asked, kicking off his pants and climbing onto the bed like a panther, knees sinking in beside me.