Leather shifts over flesh so sensitive it borders on pain. Being me, I don’t give in, because while they enjoy testing my limits, I like to push theirs right back.
Lips whisper across my inner arm. Delicate, teasing, frustrating.
“You really want to play this game, Daphne?” Nash rumbles before his teeth graze over my calf. When did he move there? I thought for sure it was his lips on my arm.
“I do,” I breathe.
“Let’s see who taps out first,” Theo drawls.
“You know, most maidens who save an entire realm would be worshiped by their knights and given everything she wants. Maybe I need some new knights?”
Dangerous, very dangerous game. I want more.
“I don’t know whether I’m impressed or irritated,” Hart grumbles.
Ah, so it was he kissing my arms.
“Both,” Malachi decides.
“No more talking. You’ll pay for that, Daphne. Do you remember what word will end this?” Nash asks.
“Stop,” I reply. My throat is thick with emotion, but the most prominent one is excitement.
“Good girl.”
No one else would ever describe me as such, but for them, I can be.
Shuffling occurs around me along with the sound of breeches being shed, but now I don’t know who is where. I bite my lip and wait in silence. My senses are on high alert, every whisper of air like ghostly touches.
Heated fingers knead my breasts, sliding over the flesh. Some kind of warm oil that feels divine drips over my body, and they massage it in. But there’s no time to relax. The leather shifts, my thighs tremble, and then the hit brings the sweetest of bliss racing down my spine.
Curses surround me as I spiral in an ocean of pleasure. Lips seal around my nipples, and teeth graze the peaked, overly sensitive tips. Each tug draws out my orgasm. Leather collides again. I climb higher, impossibly so. This is freaking fantastic. I should play dangerously more often.
The restraints around my ankles loosen and release. One of them slides inside my still-clenching core, and my legs wrap around him. With a few flicks of my clit, my back arches, and he hits something that makes my breath stutter. And then there is no more thought. Only feeling. Caresses, teeth, lips, tongues.
They flip me over, and I find myself sinking down onto another of the knights, while someone pours more of that heated oil down my back and massages it against my ass. Hands grab my hips, making me freeze with whoever is beneath me, buried deep.
Kisses dot along my shoulder and fingers press inside my ass, stretching, testing, and seeking permission.
“Yes?” someone growls in my ear. “Or no?”
“A thousand times yes,” I murmur.
Whoever it is lines up and pushes inside. Shivers break out down my spine as they whisper how beautiful I am.
“Let me see you,” I beg. “Please?”
The fabric tears free, releasing my hands. I smile down at Nash beneath me before turning to find Malachi buried deep inside my ass. He raises a brow in challenge. I did not call that.
“You good?” he checks.
I lean back and capture his lips with mine in answer, then I start to move between them with a slow circle of my hips that makes Nash hiss and Malachi groan. I feel like a goddess.
“Because you are one,” Theo adds. “Our goddess.”
He kneels on one side with Hart on the other, both stroking their hard cocks in slow, firm pulls that make my mouth water.
Unleashed, I fall into a rhythm of pleasure, desire, and love that transcends anything I’ve known. My body aches as it’s pulled from one knight to another, but throughout it all, I feel precious.
