“Blindfold?” Elliot asks, voice at my shoulder, already knowing the answer.
“No,” I breathe. “Not tonight. I want to see him.”
Vitaly stands in the hall, shoulders rigid, eyes wide.
He doesn’t know whether to kneel or run.
He hasn’t even stepped on the rug yet.
Callum and Orion dragged me in like they couldn’t wait to unwrap me.
Stripped me bare.
But he’s still near the door, one hand fisted, holding himself back.
I stretch out on the bed, knees parted just enough to be an invitation. “Come closer, volk. This is your welcome party.”
Callum’s the first to move.
Because of course he is.
“I’m just saying,” he says, shirtless, already palming the lube with a smirk. “If Juliet ends tonight without chocolate finger streaks on her thighs, it’s a missed opportunity.”
“You’re not going anywhere near her thighs until she’s made eye contact with him,” Elliot says coolly.
Vitaly takes one step forward.
Then another.
That’s right, sweetheart.
“You’ve never done this?” I ask.
Of course he hasn’t.
He nods, stiffly. His hands tremble.
Not from fear.
I know what fear looks like.
This is hunger. Controlled.
Terrified he’ll do it wrong.
Orion reaches over and palms Vitaly’s shoulder.
“First time, you just follow her,” he says. “We’ll take our cues from you.”
Oh.
Oh, my sweet brute.
I love Orion so much.
Elliot brushes hair from my cheek.
“Do you want him undressed?” Elliot’s voice is silk at my ear.
