I’m not an idiot. I know he’ll leave. I know he can’t stay. I’ve told myself the same thing a thousand times. But... it’s harder to hear the words spoken out loud.
My hands fall between us, and Damien stops the slow press of his lips against mine.
Someone else isn’t as easily convinced of my determination to wallow in my self-pity, though.
Strong arms with etching veins and deeper etching scars wrap around my stomach with a soft sting of iron washing over my flesh. He’s careful with the slicing weapons cutting through his forearms, but it doesn’t stop him from holding me from behind.
“You should relax for a while,” Ryke whispers along my ear, a breath of rasping words that shiver all through me.
His hand slides lower down my abdomen.
“Do you want to lie down, or do you want us to take care of you, or both?” Ryke asks attentively, and it knocks the air right from my lungs with the idea of what he’s suggesting.
“Both is nice,” a voice at my side purrs.
I catch the devilish eyes of the sexy incubus who’s now completely naked, and I’m not sure when he took off his jeans, but they’re off and he’s... incredibly ready. My fingers lift casually, and I skim along the hard length of Krave’s cock as I hold his gaze.
His lashes flutter with lust in his gaze, and before I even reply, he tangles his hand through my hair and pulls me hard against his lips. His tongue slides over mine before our lips fully meet, and a low groan hums through the room from the two men surrounding us. I dive into the feel of his hands tingling across my skin, and the desire he spreads through me.
I get lost in him entirely.
Until the sound of metal skittering over metal draws my attention. I pull back just in time to see Ryke pulling the curtains closed over the balcony doors. I watch him with heavy breaths leaving my lungs as he does the same thing at one window. Then the next.
Until complete darkness caresses me.
“Lie back,” Krave says on a low, sex-filled voice.
Damien’s palms brush up and down my thighs once more, then his warm touch slips away. No one touches me, so I do as I’m told and slide over Damien’s hips and shift against the soft blankets until my head meets the fluffy pillow. In the darkness, I lie perfectly still at the edge of the bed. I feel every breath of air hit my lungs, and I’m all too aware of the anticipating way my hearts pounding into my chest.
Gentle hands slide over my silk night gown. Up, up, up they trail. A big hand cups my breast, and my breath catches as warmth sears over the material. It’s a faint touch first. But then his mouth takes as much of me as he can, kissing and sucking and making my legs shake around total nothingness.
On my other side, a singeing palm is feather-light as it skims up my inner thigh. Another hand takes the same path up the sensitive flesh with sparking sensations kissing my skin as both of them glide toward the same spot at the center of my body. They meet, their fingers sliding together at the same time beneath my panties, and I can’t stop my spine from arching up off the bed as their addictive touch slams waves of pulsing energy through my clit. They do it over and over and over again, until I’m crying out just from the light teasing of their hands and mouths alone.
At some point, as the room is shaking around me, and my head’s thrust back into the pillow, someone parts my legs farther. He spreads me wide and demandingly, in a way that I’m not sure at all who it is.
Even as the smooth head of his dick skims along the fingers working my clit and glides over my entrance. Powerful hands shove my gown up around my stomach, and his palms grip me tightly as he slides in ever-so-slowly with a growling groan shaking from his chest.
Ryke?
He takes his time pumping into me, sliding along my sex just right, until it makes me crazy with how hard he’s thrusting and how slow he’s fucking. There’s a current of fingers and tingling energy swirling through me from so many people caressing me at once. I can’t distinguish one touch from another. I grip his wrists, sliding my fingers along the smooth skin of his forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, his strong, perfect jawline. And then I bring him down against me.
Soft lips press to mine. He tastes me with affection and leisurely flicks of his tongue. When we kiss, when light shines through me from his gentle affection alone, I know who it is.
“Damien,” I whisper against his tongue, and he hums a delicious sound of approval as he kisses me deeper, fucks me deeper, takes me deeper on so many levels.
My leg slides higher against his, and we’re a tangle of desire that just slams into me on vibrating waves right through my core until it busts. The air catches in my lungs as I throw my head back, and everything in me comes to life just for him with a shattering release that takes my breath away.
He kisses the exposed column of my neck as he fucks me harder, taking from me what he just gave, until everything in him matches everything in me. The muscles of his arms are taut around me as he groans a gravelly sound along my throat, making me feel his release in the simple sound of his pleasure.
I press my lips to his, kissing him and breathing him in, just before his fingers dig into the curve of my ass, and he rolls us, bringing me down on top of him as he rocks his hips against mine. He starts all over again, just like that.
Just. Like. That.
“Don’t be a greedy fuck,” Ryke says, his low tone whispering around the room from somewhere nearby.
Steady palms brush over my hips with a faint caress of hands that shivers through me. He holds me sweetly from behind while Damien fucks me from below. The man behind me doesn’t wait, though.
He grips my hips firmly, and slides Damien from me with one hard jerk.
