I don’t think she’s so bad.
If I were in her position, I would have done anything I could to get out of a loveless marriage. Then again, if she’d been interested in my guys, I would have a very different opinion.
The stage has some lights, but they’re not very bright. The audience will be able to see everything that happens. There’s no way around that. It’s the entire point of this whole exchange.
I don’t find the idea as appalling as I originally thought I would. It’s kinda barbaric, and I fully believe it should be voluntary rather than expected, but I trust my guys. Theysaid they would do everything they could to give me as much coverage as possible, and I believe them.
“Where did you get that sexy little number?” Patrick asks, pulling me with him as he backs toward the bed.
“A gift from Vanessa,” I say, working the buttons on his dress shirt. He lost the tie, belt, and his shoes at some point since I saw him last. “I also ditched the toy in the bathroom trash. I was not about to let you pluck that thing out of me in front of an audience.”
He chuckles, dipping his head to capture my lips. I want to melt into him, but I stay focused on my goal of unbuttoning his shirt. I finally hit the bottom button as Patrick pulls back from our kiss.
“You better get the hang of multitasking. You’ve got three alphas to please.” He grins and spins me around using his hold on my hips.
Cormac already has his shirt unbuttoned and his pants hanging open. He smiles and wraps his hand around the back of my head while shoving his mouth to mine. My fingers slide up his chest and push his shirt off, allowing it to fall down his arms and bunch on the floor.
I tease my fingers back down his lithe chest until I bump the top of his boxer briefs.
I avoided taking my suppressants last night and this morning, hoping it would make it easier to get lost to the pheromone fog. I’m not sure if that was a good or a bad call, but I guess we’re going to find out.
Cormac growls against my lips, pulling back.
I chase his mouth, but I’m once again spun until this time Malachy comes into view.
“I’m buying you one of these in every fucking color,” he murmurs, pulling the ribbon that covers my tits.
A low growl rattles out of his chest, and his head tilts predatorily.
The sides of the bow fall open, and cool air teases my skin. The spaghetti straps stay in place, I just now have two dangling ribbons hanging down my sides. The rest of the lingerie is kinda like a slip dress, but without the bow being tied, my entire chest is on display.
Mal grips my hips, picks me up, and tosses me onto the mattress.
I land on my hair and have to lean up and move it from under me. Before I’m even back against the mattress, Malachy has my knees resting over his shoulders. He tugs off my panties, buries his face in my pussy, and feasts.
I’m already slick from that fucking toy Patrick played with on and off all throughout the party.
The mattress bounces as Cormac climbs on at my side, and Patrick appears over my head. They’re both down to just their boxer briefs, and I start to feel a little overloaded.
Maybe we should have practiced this at home. Trying our first foursome in front of an audience seems like a lofty goal.
Patrick smirks at me, and it’s weird seeing him upside down, but he’s so handsome it takes my breath away.
Malachy’s tongue flicks over my clit, and I bow off the mattress, stretching a hand down to cradle his skull.
Patrick’s hard cock pushes against his underwear, but he ignores his erection, cupping my tits and teasing my nipples.
Cormac doesn’t let his brother’s arms stop him. He leans over my top half and runs his hand over the top of my head before kissing me.
Their skin brushes mine in so many different places, and I ache to close my eyes and live in the moment.
I’m supposed to be putting on a good show. Fucking all three of them and making the audience envious. Instead, they’re spoiling the hell out of me.
My whole body thrashes as Malachy buries two thick fingers inside my core, working my clit with no mercy. Their scents are everywhere, combining into the perfect storm for my senses. Heat builds under my skin, and all I can think about is how to get their cum inside me.
Cormac pulls back to let me breathe, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You make me feel things I didn’t even know were possible.”
I nod, wanting to tell him meaningful things in return, but an unexpected orgasm washes through my system.
