“Not at other times?” I tease, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
He doesn’t laugh though. “Ophelia, I’ll always have your best interest at heart, but I don’t expect you to always turn off your thinking, only now, while we do this. Just …feel.That trust you gave me before, give it to me now.”
I do what I did back then because it feels right. I sink to the floor, my knees on the cool, soft grass, and rest my head against Roman’s thigh.
He strokes my hair so softly, as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. “Good girl.”
Those words make my pulse quicken and my core ache, and I feel myself sinking into that space where I give up control.
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Cain says in a raw voice from behind me.
“Can you fetch the blanket, Mal?” Roman asks.
Malachi fetches the blanket and lays it on the ground. “Cain, pick Ophelia up and place her on the blanket.”
Cain bends down and lifts me easily into his arms, moving me from where I had my head on Roman’s thigh. He carries me to the blanket and gently places me on my back.
“Spread her legs,” Roman says.
Cain does as he’s ordered, and I allow him to spread my feet wide, my knees falling apart, exposing myself to all of them and the cool air.
Roman crawls onto the blanket and drops to his knees between my legs, lifting his mask. “We’re going to make you come so much, Ophelia, that you’ll be incoherent with it.”
He ducks down and flicks his tongue over my clit, and I gasp at the sudden intense sensation. He works me while Cain and Mal watch, their eyes dark and greedy behind their masks.
When he’s got me right on the edge, Roman stops and pushes two fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out, until I’m panting, and when he crooks them, so that he touches that spot deep inside me, I grasp hold of the blanket and grip it tight, but again, he stops.
Left on the edge, my pussy spasms around nothing as he withdraws and moves away.
“Cain, do you want to taste her? She’s so fucking sweet.”
Cain doesn’t need to be asked twice. He drops to the blanket and roughly pushes my thighs even farther apart before he tears off his hood and presses his face to my core and inhales deeply. He growls like a fucking animal and sucks my lips into his mouth, pulling on them, before pushing his tongue deep in between and running it over my clit. He repeats this many times, until I’m writhing on the blanket, and finally, finally feel that pulse that means I’m going to come.
“Noooo,” I wail as Cain stops and stands, motioning for Malachi to take his place. As each man goes down on me, they remove their masks but then replace them again as soon they’re done.
Malachi repeats what Cain and Roman did until I’m an incoherent mess who can’t make sensical words anymore.
“Let’s see how desperate she is,” Roman says.
Mal stops licking at me and holds my lips spread, so they can see everything. Oh, God, this is so humiliating but also such a turn-on.
“See how swollen her clit is.” Roman talks about me as if I’m an exhibit. “She really needs relief. Shall we let her come before we fuck her?”
“I’ve got an idea,” Mal says.
He goes to the fire and picks up the knife from where Roman left it, then he goes to his cloak and pulls out a pack of condoms.
My eyes widen. “What are you thinking?”
He strokes the wooden handle almost lovingly. “Do you see how the handle is curved? I think it’ll hit just the right spot inside you.”
“Mal, you can’t,” I gasp. “The blade is sharp.”
He shrugs and picks up his cloak, wrapping it around the blade. “There, problem solved.” Then he opens one of the condoms and rolls it down the smooth, wooden handle.
I swallow hard, unsure how I feel about having a knife inside me. But I remember I trust them, and Malachi would never do anything to hurt me.
Besides, I just want them to let me come.
