Sev sweeps into the windowless room after another few moments, like a dark shadow in his black costume. "Starting without me?" He tsks. "How rude."
Then he's gripping the back of the black robe and pulling it over his head.
Aurora gasps as Elijah's lips leave hers, squinting to watch as Sev's deft fingers move to his belt and the metal clinks as he unbuckles it, drawing down the zipper, leaving his jeans open and ready as he approaches Aurora.
He presses his palms flat to the table next to her, fixing her with an intent stare that makes her breath catch. When he smiles at her, she squirms in my grasp, and my fingers reflexively hold her tighter, keeping her pinned where I want her as I reach down between her legs and suck on her nipple.
Eli takes the opportunity to remove his shirt as Sev reaches over to caress her cheek. She presses into his touch and moans as his thumb slips into her mouth and she sucks on it greedily. "What do you want, Ro?"
The muscles in Sev's arms flex hard as he presses his thumb deeper into the back of her throat. Then he's dragging the slick digit over her lips and stuffing his hand into his undone jeans, stroking himself with her saliva.
He groans. "Tell me, baby. Do you want me and E inside you at the same time again?"
My fingers slide over her dripping pussy, rubbing her clit, making her head jerk back.
"Oh god," she moans as Eli steps out of his jeans, kicking them into the corner of the room.
"Is that what you want, Angel?"
When they say at the same time, do they mean…
No. That would be too much, wouldn't it?
At the thought of watching her pussy stretch like that, filled with them, my teeth clench.
I can't think of anything more fucking sexy, but the beast in me wants to take her myself. Not just watch.
Her eyes lock on mine, and heat ripples through me.
"Oh, you want Daddicus, do you?" Sev teases.
Her throat bobs, and then…she nods her head.
Heat slithers into my veins, making my skin prickle.
"Yes," she says, voice raw and breaking with need. "I wantallof you."
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Seven chuckles darkly. "Oh, Ro, you can't take all of us."
"Unless…" Elijah trails off, and I tip my head back to see him standing a foot from the table, his cock hard in his hand as he strokes it languidly.
I lick my lips, remembering how it felt to have the shining silver ball of his apadravya sliding over my tongue, plunging deep into my throat.
My belly swoops and flips, and my toes curl as Atticus presses a finger into my heat.
Can we really do this?
CanIreally do this?
"Unless?" I prompt Elijah, jerking against Atticus as he holds me against the table and inserts a second finger, pumping them in an undulating motion that makes me hot all over.
He leans over me, his handsome upside-down face smirking as he takes in every microexpression of my pleasure. "Unless one of us can have your ass, Angel."
