Adrenaline coursed through my chest as my eyes darted to Leo. Her abs were flexed, tensing as she moved her hand around her center.
Her skin glistened under the blue light, brightest where she was working up a sweat. Instead of her usual sports bra, she wore a nude tape over her breasts that compressed them down and toward her armpits.
I want to lick her.
The thought rose unexpectedly, unbidden. I tried to convince myself that it was because the tape obscured her chest, that it would be easy to mistake her for a man.
But in the heat of this secret moment, I didn’t want a man — I wantedLeo.
Focus, Kiera.The powerplay wouldn’t work if I lost myself in whatever foreign allure these two held over me.
Snapping back to focus, I trained my gaze on Leo’s neck and the mysterious tattoo that branded her from throat to stomach. The tip of her sword fell just at the top of her six pack, the blade skirting right through the center of her chest tape. Her chest was broad, her pecks visible under the cross-guard of the hilt. The wings extended from them, up to her shoulders and traps. Unlike Spencers, Leo’s tattoo was missing the balanced scales below the cross-guard.
I had half a mind to stand, to tower over her and run my finger along the edges of the ink. I could already picture her reaction — the desperation in her eyes, the deep groan that would rumble from her chest. Imagining her excitement was enough to hit me with a wave of my own.
Maybe I should just look and not touch.
But clearly, looking wasn’t as innocent as I thought. Leo caught my hungry gaze before I could hide it. And with each passing second, I questioned what the point in hiding it was anyway.
Of course this was hot, how could it not be? Two muscley, mysterious bikers were laying themselves bare, desperate for my attention even when they knew they’d get nothing back.
Ever since I’d walked into the room, they’d had their eyes glued to me, not sparing the porn in the background a second glance. I didn’t just feel powerful; I felt like a fucking god.
Besides, I couldn’t see anything under their boxers, which made the gender of it all irrelevant.
But I knew Leo could see right through me. That quiet gaze of hers spoke louder than any words. Even if I wouldn’t voice it, she could see exactly what I wanted. And wanting made me feel vulnerable.
I need to get my power back.
“Tell me how it feels.” I leaned forward in my chair, egging them on.
Spencer offered her thoughts eagerly. “Fucking good. I’m hard.”
I’d never heard someone describe their clit as hard. But the pulsing between my own legs told me that, apparently, I liked it.
Then I looked back to Leo, raising an eyebrow for her answer.
Holding strong, Leo let out a tight breath through her nose.
“I can leave.” My hands braced the armrests of the chair, prepared to lift myself up and walk right out of there.
Spencer used her free hand to smack Leo. “Don’t ruin this for me, bro.”
A wicked smile took over Leo’s face. “It feels like I could destroy you.”
I smirked, trying to hide my shock at her boldness. Leo was usually so reserved and polite. What beast had I just awoken?
“Does the thought of touching me get you wet?” The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. Apparently, I was desperate to know.
I’d seen the way they’d looked at me, the way both of them had to hold back when they left me in my doorway every night.
They got off on keeping me as their little captive, even if I technically could leave.
Wetting her lips, Spencer groaned. “Want to find out for yourself?”
I’d promised myself I wouldn’t touch, scared I might lose control. But backing down in the face of a direct challenge wasn’t an option either.
Fine. If she wants me to suffer, I’ll pay it back to her two-fold.
