"Look at him," Ryder repeated, his voice dropping into something feral. He grabbed my chin, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to stare at Dante.
Dante was already watching me, his eyes hooded and dark. He reached down, his hand closing around himself, and began a slow, rhythmic motion that made my own breath hitch. "He's impatient," Dante said, his gaze locked on mine. "But I think you're more impatient than he is."
"I'm starving for you," I whispered, the truth slipping out before I could stop it.
A dark grin spread across Dante's face. "Then let's feed you."
He moved then, crawling onto the bed behind me. His body pressed against my back, hot and heavy, while Ryder stayed in front, his hands sliding up my ribs until they cupped my breasts.
Ryder’s thumbs brushed over my n***
