A tiny shiver ran through her.
Alex stepped closer, his voice like dark velvet. “You love to obey. To surrender.”
Frankie stared up at me—frustrated, overwhelmed, wanting despite herself.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said softly. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until we’ve dealt with the threat.”
Her breath hitched.
“And until then”—I brushed my thumb across her lower lip— “you’re staying right here. With us.”
Her lashes fluttered.
Just like that, the fight melted into something hotter, deeper, reckless and inevitable. The danger outside didn’t matter. Her protests didn’t matter. What mattered was the way she leaned into my touch, the way her pulse leaped under my fingers.
“We’ll take care of you, angel,” I murmured. “In every way.”
The look she gave me—half defiance, half surrender—promised exactly where this was heading.
13
FRANKIE
I was already wet, absolutely drenched for them by the time we reached the bedroom. I was almost permanently wet for them these days.
It was verging on uncomfortable, existing on this knife’s edge of overwhelming arousal all the time, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Not when we reached Jonathan’s lavish bedroom, the fourposter king-sized bed I suspected he didn’t often use for rest, and my men started to undress me with their irresistible hands.
There was a crazed, frantic energy about it this time. No slow teasing, no taking our sweet time. We all knew after today that time was a rare commodity.
I felt their need to protect me, to annihilate any threats that scared me into this mewling mess of a state, in every rough touch of the guys’ hands.
Devin gripped my still-bruised ass as he pulled me in for a fierce, claiming kiss.
Alex was carefully rough as he yanked off my panties, tearing them despite or perhaps because of his love for fine, delicate fabrics. Jonathan covered my body with his on the mattress first, and from the way he pressed our bodies together, it was like he was trying to make sure I was still real.
“I need to taste you,” Jonathan growled in my ear. Before I could finish nodding, he was already moving down my body, leaving room for the other two guys to slide in on either side of me.
Alex surprised me with a firm, ardent kiss. He wasn’t as big on that side of things as Devin and Jonathan were, usually.
Like he resisted the connection it implied to meet my mouth with his, to breathe each other’s air.
He still had his dominant streak, and his hand slid up my now-bare chest, between my aching breasts, to find a firm grip on my throat.
I tried to follow his lips with mine when he pulled away, breaking the kiss, and there was something almost boyishly delighted in his answering grin.
He might have tried to say something, but then my pussy was being licked and my brain stopped listening.
“Sweetest nectar on this goddamn earth, isn’t it, Jon?” Devin asked as he watched Jonathan settle in to devour me. His eyes were always such a gorgeous green, but there was a decidedly envious quality to it now that made me even wetter.
The way these three men shared me had such an air of cooperation in it, and that was its own brand of sexy.
But I loved the idea of Devin wanting me all to himself, too.
Maybe that want, the strong pull of it, was what let the three of them accept their lot as a trio.
Alex took up the spot beside me and leaned in to suck one needy nipple into his mouth.
