“No,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “You’re hurt.”
Hadley grinned.
“I’m fine now,” he said. “Boiling in magic while being studied like a science experiment by witchlings has a way of healing a guy.”
This time Hadley giggled. Saar smiled, too.
“You don’t hurt at all anymore?” I asked, raising a brow in challenge.
“Not any more than if I had a strenuous workout at the gym.” I thought about it, studying his face as his smile spread. “What do you think? Want to let me have your ass to work out some of my frustration?”
Did I? Fuck; his words went straight to my dick. Each word was another stroke, encouraging it to thicken.
I bit my lip to keep my groan in. It had been a couple days since the shower with Nephele. More than a week since I’ve been used the way I need to be. But while my body was heating up, my eyes dropped to Hadley, and I caught my breath.
Was she okay with seeing that? I know she’d been in our orgy on the mountain—I’d even been with her for a bit—but I had no idea if she’d actually been involved in something that had, you know, two of us together. Like, dick to ass. How do we even know that she’s okay with it?
Hadley was already smiling at me, but it grew as I continued to watch her. “You want them to yourself?” she asked.
My brows shot up. “What?”
She laughed quietly. “It’s okay. I know you’re used to being—”
“No!” I said, reaching for her hand and bringing the palm to my face. Panic shot through me quickly before I registered that she was still smiling. “It’s not that at all.”
“Bronte’s concerned that you won’t like watching me take him,” Tem said, and my cheeks heated.
“Oh,” Hadley said, her smile still wide. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust. “I’ll enjoy that plenty, don’t you worry.”
The fist that felt like it was squeezing my gut loosened and I released a breath. “Really?”
She shifted from her position to lean across Saar’s chest and kiss me. It was soft, lingering. Her tongue brushed the seam of my lips but when I opened them, she barely touched my tongue with hers before she pulled back. “How do you want to do this?”
I pressed my lips together. “However you want me.”
Saar and Tem chuckled. Tem kissed the back of Hadley’s head before getting up. I tracked him, studying to make sure he’s actually not hurting more than he said he is. He opened a drawer in the bar and pulled out a tube of lube. Yes, we kept one in the bar drawers. Actually, I was fairly certain there were three or four stashed throughout the big room.
“Bronte would rather be manhandled into where we want him than say what he wants,” Saar told Hadley, while I continued to watch Tem.
“Not manhandled,” I said, though honestly, that’s fine, too. There’s something arousing about having your lover move you where they want you and then taking you until they’re sated. “And I want to be used for your pleasure.”
“But you don’t care how?” Hadley asked, not for the first time.
Taking my gaze from Tem, I looked at her. “No. I take my own pleasure from having someone use me for theirs. I really don’t have a desire outside that.” Tem made a clucking noise while Saar hummed. I rolled my eyes. “They act like this is a new thing, some days. When in reality, I’ve literally always been like this. In all aspects of my life, I’d rather have all decisions made for me.”
“All decisions?” Hadley asked, brow raised.
Tem dropped to the bed behind me, hand on my hip. I’d nearly forgotten about my raging hard dick until his touch burned my skin. Swallowing the groan, I nodded. “Yes.” My voice came out huskier than I meant it to. “Right down to what I wear would suit me fine. But I don’t want to be that kind of burden, so I dress myself.”
My words were kind of teasing. Honestly, if one of my husbands had ever expressed a desire to choose my clothes for me every day, I’d be more than happy to let them. The only thing I tend to do on my own, completely of my own accord, is leave the little love notes. Bring home something I know one of them would like. That kind of thing. Anything at all to put a smile on their face because their happiness makes me happy.
“You’re not a burden,” Saar said, frowning. “You’ve never been and never will be. Your needs don’t make you a burden.”
I shrugged.
He shifted out from under Hadley to grip my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. His dark, stormy gaze was intent, even as he frowned. “We love to take care of you. Love that you trust us to do so. Your happiness is all that matters to us, and we’ll do anything to earn it.”
“Yeah, but—”
