Page 51 of Retaliation
“So it seems,” Ty grumbled like a sore loser, gulping down his vodka.
I took a moment to assess my table. I set up two more shots, knocking both of my intended balls into the pockets. Levi wore a hoodie and a T-shirt beneath, but Ty was only wearing his muscle tank. He reached behind his head and tugged it off. I couldn’t help myself as I gazed at his tatted abs. His abs had abs. Typhon Randor was the god of muscles, and I licked my lips, wondering what it would taste like to kiss my way across his chest. His body was a work of art between the layers of ink and ripped muscles.
“Like what you see, pet?” Ty growled, the sound rumbling in his chest.
“What? I like tattoos.” I shrugged, sneaking another glance.
His back was covered in a pair of dark-green, bat-like wings. The attention to detail was incredible. I brushed my fingers across the ink as I walked around him, and a purr emanated from his throat. It sounded like a panther’s, beautiful and deadly.
“I noticed. Where did you get your work done?” Ty leaned casually against the table, that beautiful V dipping below his sweatpants and impossible not to ogle at.
Fuck. “Around. I moved a lot.” Focus, Sara. I lined up the shot. It wasn’t even that difficult of a shot, but my eyes strayed to the muscled monster before me, and the pool stick slipped, going wide. “Fuck.”
Ty chuckled. “My turn.”
“And you have to strip,” Levi added, wagging his finger.
I rolled my eyes and unzipped the hoodie, dropping it to the floor. I sauntered to my martini glass and took a sip. “Go on then.”
Ty smirked and dropped his gaze to the table, he lined up a shot and easily knocked in his ball. “Drop the pants, pet.”
I crossed my arms. “Why not Levi?”
Ty snorted a laugh. “I’ve seen his dick out plenty of times.”
“Oh yeah?” I set my elbows on the table, giving Ty a view of my tits.
Levi rested his arm against the table, looking down at me. “Oh yeah, diabla. Are you interested?”
“In what, exactly?” I arched an eyebrow and turned, leaning my ass against the pool table and letting Levi cage me in between his thick arms.
“Would it turn you on if I sucked his cock for you, diabla?” Levi’s voice dropped to a lusty whisper. His shaggy hair fell over his navy eyes as he cocked his head and stared at me, waiting for a response.
Heat flooded through my body, and I shivered. I didn’t know why, but the idea was a massive turn on.
Levi grinned. “Ty, I think she’s into it.”
“We’re playing pool now, you horny prick. Get her off the table,” Ty growled.
Levi grabbed my hips and jerked me away from the table. I fell into his arms, and my fingers traced down his solid chest. His hands dropped to the waist of my sweatpants and tugged hard, dropping the pants to the ground. “Rules are rules, babygirl.”
I rolled my eyes, stepping out of the cozy sweatpants. Ty shot again and missed. He tugged his own pants down and tossed the pool stick to Levi, rounding the table toward me.
I dropped my hands to my hips and cocked my head, staring up at him. “What?”
“Just looking at my prize, pet.” Ty smirked. He was a massive, sexy as hell male, and I couldn’t help the dirty thoughts flooding my brain. I wanted him. Wanted to feel what it would be like to let him take control of my body.
“Ha. Not yet, monster man.” I stepped away, keeping my dirty thoughts to myself.
Levi missed his first shot and ripped his T-shirt off as he cursed himself. His chest wasn’t fully tatted up like Ty’s, but beautiful, colorful designs dominated his arms and muscular back. Flames danced along his arms and down his shoulder blades, blending into a pair of red, scaly dragon wings.
“Damn that’s cool, Levi. Or, hot I suppose.”
“Thanks, babe.” He winked, handing me the pool stick.
“Do you all have wings tattooed on your backs?” I asked curiously.
Ty and Levi exchanged a look.
