Page 52 of Infinity Chronicles 2
Looking back in my eyes, he traces the pad of his finger over his lips then sucks it into his mouth, his eyes closing like he’s savoring my taste. I squeeze my thighs together as an ache forms that I can’t do anything about unless I want to go into the bathroom and takes things into my own hands.
Ares curls around my back, his big body wrapping around mine. “Night Ca… Laura.” Ares plants a few kisses on my shoulder, his nose nuzzling behind my ear. I catchthe facthewas going to call meCaraand changed his mind.
“Sweet dreams Ares.” My voice comes out a little husky, but hesettles in holding me close.
Dante rolls onto his back, his arm folded over his eyes. I watch the rise and fall of his chest, and his parted lips as he takes a moment. I could use a second to settle my body down too, but with Ares pressed up against my back Idon’t have any hope of calming my raging hormones. “Sweet dreams Dante,” I add closing my eyes. Their parents might be here tomorrow when we get up for school, so will Dante stay home? They didn’t mention how longthey’ve been gone, but I guess at least a year.
A knot of worry tightens my stomach. What if Rosa really knows something about my mom? I don’t know if I should be more afraid of what I might learn or of not learning anything.
Pushing all thoughts of parents and school out of my mind, I let myself feel the weight of Ares's hand on my hip and his warm breath on my neck, grounding me to the here and now. There will be plenty of time to freak about what I learn once Iactuallyknow what it is.
Reaching over I lay my palm on Dante’s arm. I feel his bicep bulge before he relaxes and his muscle is still firm under my hand, but not tensed. His hand covers mine and that’s how I fall asleep. Dante and Ares beside me, with Milo and Ollie’s soft voices filling the room.
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My eyes pop open.Ihave no idea how long I’ve been asleep but the room is pitch black now, telling me everyone else is in bed too. Something woke me up. I have a moment of déjà vu. Lifting my head from Dante’s chest, I peer around the room. I can’t see anything so I close my eyes and think about what I felt when Ares shared his gift with me, the way the shadows danced over my arms, clinging to me. Opening my eyes, I can see the room in scales of grey and it’s still dark, but not the impenetrable darkness from before.
I scan the room wondering if Mia has returned, but the room is empty. Ares’s fingers flex on my hip as I settle back against the mattress. A noise just outside the door draws my attention and my heart rate picks up although I’m not frightened. I know who’s on the other side of that door, Ijustdon’t know if I’m ready to meet them while I’m tangled between their sons.
Dante chooses this moment to turn on his side and drop his forehead to my chest, his hot breath pushing right through the thin fabric of my tank top. Heactuallynuzzles his face against my breast getting comfortable.
“Just a peek.” I hear a feminine whisper as the door creaks open.
“Rosa,” a deep male voice chastises, “they’ll be up soon, it's Monday.” He reasons and the sliver of light pooling on the bed shrinks. I hold my breath, my eyes wide. Should I pretend to sleep if theycome in? They can’t fault me for what happens when we sleep, right?
I snap my eyes closed and try to even my breathing when the light flares again. “Amor Mio,” her voice pleads, “just a little peek, I won’t wake them.”
A heavy sigh and the light from the hall pierces the room. I don’t move a muscle, and it’s almost impossible to sit still when I know she’s coming into the room. Remembering to breathe, I force myself to mimic Dante’s breaths over my chest.
“What are you doing?” comes another masculine whisper from the hall. “You let her go in there?”
“Like either one of us could stop her, and be quiet, you will wake them.” The two men begin to argue in hushed whispers.
“She’s here,” Rosa announces like she’s surprised I’m with them. Oh shit, should I have stayed in the yellow room? She strings together a rush of words in Italian ending in “Grazie Dio.” It’s so hard keeping my eyes closed, I want to peek at her, but I’m afraid I’m going to get caught.
“Mamma?” Dante lifts his head from my chest.
“Shh, sleeptesoro, I’m here,” Rosa coos, and Dante drops his head back to my chest, not caring at all he’sbasicallyburying his face in my boobs.
“Rosa,” oneof the men calls again and I sense her retreat. “You should leave them to sleep, you know how Ares struggles.” The door closes gently before I hear another reply.
Dante molds his body to the front of mine, his face still level with my chest. My breath catches when his nose bumps my nipple. He freezes, and without moving a muscle besides his neck, he tilts his head back so I can see his face, his eyes are open as he looks up at me. Dante licks over his lips and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing from the way his head it thrown back.
“You’re awake,” he rumbles. I nod, not sure of my voice. He reaches down, and his fingers trail up from the side of my knee and over my thigh. His hand stops at the bottom of my sleep shorts. They’ve ridden up, becoming more like a pair of panties while I was sleeping. His palm flattens, so his fingers wrap around the back of my thigh, right under the swell of my bottom.
Dante pulls my knee over so it rests on top of his leg. His eyes close as he drags in a deep inhale. His nose finds my hardened nipple, and this time I know it isn’t an accident. He moves his face back and forth a few times, brushing across my nipple, and the thin material of my shirt scrapes against me, adding to the sensation.
Opening his mouth, he huffs out a hot breath then blows out a cold little burst of air. I squirm and my knee goes higher on his hip. Leaning in, he touches my extended nipple with his tongue through the shirt, flicking back and forth quickly. I try to squeeze my legs together, but I end up rocking against him instead.
Dante is breathing through his nose hard, and I bite my lip wondering if it’ll be enough to wake up the others, praying it won’t. Feeling my heart flutter in my chest, I can’t tell if I’m excited or scared.
I wrap my arm over his shoulder and my fingers delving into his silky hair. The fabric of my shirt is damp now from his tongue and when he blows across me this time, I shiver. Dante’s hand creeps up from my leg and he avoids Ares's hand still resting on my hip. His fingertips brush against the hollow of my throat, caressing down until he folds his fingers over the neckline of my tank top. Pulling down the material, it tightens over the back of my neck while he exposes more of my chest. The back of his knuckles brush against my nipple as he works the neckline lower.
My breath catches when his lips seal over my nipple the moment he exposes me. His mouth is hot, and oh so wet. My back arches, pushing my chest harder against him. Dante makes a low sound in the back of his throat and I feel it rumble over my flesh. Withone hand still holding my shirt down, his other hand moves from under his pillow and he uses his thumb on my other nipple, mimicking his mouth. A tingle of awareness pools between my legs, it’s almost like I can feel him there. Dante’s lower half rocks against me and I feel his hard length against my thigh. I want to scoot closer to him, to feel him where the ache is getting harder to ignore, but if I move I’m afraid I’ll wake Ares.
Releasing the shirt, his mouth stays attached to my breast and the fabric springs back but can’t cover me. Dante’s hand travels over my stomach, his fingers pointed down as his palm lands over my center. With a hint of pressure right over my clit, and his lips still locked around my nipple, he sucks and I know I can’t last. Tugging my hand from his hair I bite the fleshy part of my palm, my neck tipping back as I come undone.
Dante rocks his hand against me, making the sweet torture last far longer than I would have thought possible, and my hips jerk a few times when I get overly sensitive. He moves his hand from between my legs up and bringing it up to his face, he licks over his whole palm. Falling back onto the mattress he shudders.
