This is all the time we get. I bite down on my lip. “I want to know you all. Before tomorrow comes.”
I wait for them to argue. To tell me that we should wait. And maybe at any other time I might agree. But we’re going to die tomorrow, most likely. “Don’t say no. Please.”
But Kaelen only presses his lips to my forehead. “Slowly. You take the lead.”
I consider it. Kaelen moves around the room, pouring drinks from a pitcher on the side and kneeling to bank up the fire. Eres switches his attention between all of us, soft appreciation in his gaze. And Darian is watching me.
Slipping off the bed, I reach for the straps on my dress. All three of them twist to watch, and Darian’s lips part as I pushone strap down slowly, and then the other, before I let the dress ripple down my body and step out of it.
They all watch me now. But it’s Darian that I approach. His eyes grow wider as I lean in.
“You,” I breathe.
I want it to be him. He needs to be chosen, and I choose him. I press my lips against his, and his shocked inhale turns to something deeper as his hands cradle my face. I climb over him slowly, nudging him onto his back with our lips still joined. “Take this off.”
Our hands fumble with the buttons together. His lips move to my neck, my throat, laving it with his tongue before I twist, nipping at the stubbled underside of his chin. “I like this.”
His eyes are lidded as they watch me. “I’ll never change it, then.”
My smile threatens to slip, and Darian shakes his head. His hand pushes my hair away from my face so he can see me properly. “Don’t let them in here. This isn’t their time. It’s ours.”
He waits while I take a breath. My hand spreads out his shirt, and he lifts up onto his elbows so I can wrestle him out of it before I sit back, admiring the view. My nails scrape over the soft pelt of dark hair that covers his chest.
He’s so much wider than I am. All of them are, I realize. I glance over my shoulder.
Kaelen is watching me from the chair opposite the bed. His eyes are almost black, and Eres is kneeling between his legs. The faint, wet sound of sucking reaches my ears, and I flush. Kaelen tilts his head, a faint smirk appearing as he runs his hand over Eres’s head. “It’s his favorite thing to do. Lucky for us. And I get to watch.”
A low groan is Eres’s only reply.
Looking back to Darian, I reach for his hands. “Touch me.”
“Where?” He brushes his fingers over my shoulder. “Here?”
“Everywhere.” That faint pulse echoes between my legs again, and I shift. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me ask again. Darian’s fingers cup my breasts, and I arch my back as he scrapes his nails gently over my hardening nipples. “Look at these. Such a pretty, perfect shade of brown, Lyra.”
I push myself into him, my hips brushing over his length. I’m not sure I want him to play. Not when Eres already played with me enough that the need for them, to know what they feel like inside me, burns inside my veins. “I’m ready now.”
His smile spreads. “Like this?”
My lips twist as I think it over. “On my back.”
I want to watch them all. Eres, his head moving up and down. Watch Kaelen, as he watches us. I press my thighs against Darian’s legs, nudging him over me until he’s nestled between my thighs and I’m tugging at his trousers, pushing them down.
I feel too hot to wait any longer. Darian’s hand slips down, and my eyes turn heavy as he brushes a hand between my legs, testing. His thumb finds the same place that Eres sucked on, rubbing at it, and I arch beneath him as my mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Her neck,” Kaelen demands from the chair. “Kiss her neck.”
I arch for Darian as he follows Kaelen’s commands. His teeth graze over my skin, sucking away the small hurt while his fingers rub at me. My arms wrap around his neck, impatience overtaking me. “Now.”
We both look at Kaelen. His hand is on the back of Eres’s head, gripping it and guiding his cock in and out of his mouth. “If you’re ready.”
I was readydownstairs.
The head of Darian’s cock pushes against me. But my body tenses, even as I lift my hips, and he… stops. “Wait. There’s no rush, Lyra.”
His lips press against mine. Slowly, softly. And as my body relaxes, he nudges his way inside.
