“Reid,” I say softly.
He lifts his eyes. “Yeah?”
I cross the space between us and crawl onto his lap, one hand cupping his jaw.
“Do you trust me?”
His jaw tightens. Then loosens. “Yes.”
I nod to the restraints at the bedpost. “Then lie back for me.”
His eyes flash. “You want me tied up?”
“I want you mine,” I say, brushing my lips over his. “All of you.”
He exhales hard. Then, without another word, stands, circles the bed, and lies down. Arms above his head.
My heart clenches.
Callum makes a low whistling sound. “Fuck me. That’s hot.”
“I’ll get the cuffs,” Noah says, already moving.
“Gentle?” Reid asks, voice low.
I smile. “When have I ever been gentle with you?”
He groans. “Point taken.”
Orion’s at my side. “Where do you want me?”
“Your mouth,” I say.
His grin is feral. “Knew you liked how I taste.”
“You’re sweeter than you look.” I look over my shoulder. “Callum. Back door’s yours.”
He lifts the bottle of lube like a goddamn sommelier. “I brought options.”
“Of course you did.”
Elliot’s moved to the side, propped on his elbows now, the blindfold pulled down around his neck. He’s watching me like he’s already addicted again.
Vitaly kisses my shoulder, murmuring something in Russian that sounds a lot like awe.
And Noah? He’s at my side, helping buckle Reid into place, murmuring steady things in his ear.
I take a moment.
Breathe.
All six of them.
My hands. My toys. My gods.
Reid’s wrists flex as Noah tightens the cuffs.
The leather hugs his skin, smooth and firm against the tension in his arms.
