“I don't want our first time all together to overwhelm you or to be something either of us would regret just because you are in a time of need. It is your choice if we go any further.” His calm, cool voice hitched at the end as he tried to hide his hope.
I eyed him, looking up and down, before I mumbled, “It's hardly our first time.”
He nodded like he expected my words, and a smile broke across his face. “It will be our first time as mates. As well as more than one of us. We don't know exactly what all that would mean.”
I was being a brat, I knew I was, but I wanted to see how far I could take this. Take this opportunity to learn something from them. “It’s hardly my first time with multiple men,” I mentioned off-handedly.
War immediately growled like an animal, Fame fisted the sheets, and Con's eye twitched. I didn't need to look at Death to feel his angry glare fixed on me.
Fame gripped my chin, brought my attention back to him as he raised his eyebrow, saying, “You are playing a dangerous game, mate. You have one minute to give us your answer before we leave.”
Damn that rat bastard. He knew I wasn't going to let them leave, but he’d quite effectively disabled my brattiness. I was, however, going to make him sweat.
I let the seconds tick by as I stared Fame down, waiting for the reaction I wanted before I gave them the answer we all wanted. Con's gaze was darkening by the second, and War was twitching so hard that the bed shook, but nothing interrupted the standoff that Fame and I were having.
As it got to ten seconds left, I could feel him getting antsy, not thinking I would hold out this long, but I was a patient woman. There were two seconds left, and he looked disappointed and a little sad. That was the look I was waiting for.
“You most definitely have my permission.”
All of their eyes snapped to mine, and Con blew out a breath of relief. Fame's eyes grew brighter as the dam that was holding his power at bay broke and rushed into me, easing the pain of my bottomless hunger. The yummy taste of loud truths and unending need filled me. My need magnified even as it was feeding me. I noticed his smile as he looked down at me. His dominant side liked the game and emotions I’d put him through because he had eventually won… Only, I’d won too.
War growled in my ear. “That was a dirty trick, little goddess. I should spank you for that little stunt you pulled.”
I smiled at him, a true genuine smile. “Maybe next time, Beast. I'm not opposed, but I like to be chased and caught before I get my spankings. Not lying in the bed like a log.”
His dark eyes sparkled with a promise. “As you wish.”
He cupped my head, gripping my hair tightly as he smashed his mouth to mine. I moaned into his mouth, giving him all the control of the kiss until he moaned right back. He pulled away, his lips a sliver away from mine.
“It might not be as hard and rough as our first time, but this time I have my brothers to help. We plan to destroy you piece by piece, then right when you’re at the point of breaking, we will fill you up with so much power that you will feel whole again.”
His words did the trick, and I grew so wet that I soaked my panties.
My breathing became strangled as Fame barked out, “Con, you work on her nipples. War is doing a fine job with her lips, keeping those damn things busy. And I…” He cut off as he peeled apart my thighs, and his eyes went feral with hunger. “I will get a taste of the promised land.”
My hips lifted voluntarily, like they’d heard his words and wanted that very much. He slid his large, rough hands up my thighs and tore off my panties. Gripping my hips, keeping them in place as he looked at my already dripping wet pussy, he smiled like a kid in a candy store.
Con tilted his head to get in my view, and his sultry smile hit me like a ton of bricks. He slowly pulled my shirt over my head, his fingers gently brushing all over my body. His light touches turned firm as he trailed them all around my torso as he unclipped my bra and slid the smooth material off my body.
His lips captured my hardened nipple between his teeth, and he gave it a gentle tug. My back bent upwards, following his mouth wherever it went, as he made me feel entirely too good. He started to lavish my breasts with kisses, licks, and bites until he landed back on my nipples, biting them slightly harder than the last time and tugging on them like he was my own personal nipple clamp.
My thighs started to quiver. My initial reaction was to rub them together for the friction, but with Fame holding them firmly open, all I felt was vacant air between my legs. It was starting to make me needy in the worst way.
Almost like War could tell I was about to order someone to take this further, he turned my head roughly towards him and devoured my lips, making sure all my attention and breathing was focused on him. His smooth, skilled lips worked me up so much that I captured his bottom lip with my teeth and bit down, hard. He groaned into my mouth so loud that the vibrations went right down my throat. He moved his lips to my neck, biting my ear in just the right place to make my pussy ache. Fame still held himself immobile, doing nothing but staring at my bare pussy.
As soon as War started to use his teeth on my neck in tandem with what Con was doing with my nipples, I started to lose it. I had to do something. Both my hands skimmed down Con’s and War’s bodies, but right before I could grab their dicks, Fame barked, “Hands,” and they both grabbed my wrists and slammed them above my head.
I snarled, ready to throw some nasty words around, when Fame looked me square in the eye and firmly said, “This is for you, Lillian. We will get to fuck you with our dicks—that’s what we want as well—but we also want you writhing and begging for them. We want you toneedthem to fill you in order for you to finally feel full, your hunger completely satiated, as we spill ourselves inside you.”
A whine slipped past my lips, and he took pity on me.
“We are getting you close to it. I promise, princess.”
I slammed my head on the pillow in frustration while War and Con continued to make my body squirm and burn with their ministrations.
I heard a deep chuckle from the corner of the room, and I found those crystal blue eyes.
“What are you laughing about? It looks like your brothers are doing all the work,” I spat out, trying to understand why he was being so fucking difficult.
