“Tonight, ma chérie,” Saxon says softly. “Let us help clear your mind. Think of nothing. Let us take the lead.”
“Yes,” Tynan says. “Let’s save all the serious talk for tomorrow.”
Saxon presses a hot kiss against my forehead. “Tonight, let us simply love you.”
I draw in another ragged breath. “Allthreeof you?”
“Yes,” they say in unison, and then grin.
“Even the traitor can stay,” Zogar says. “If it will make you happy.”
Tynan frowns.
“Tynan isn’t a traitor.” I slide my fingers along Zogar’s strong jawline. “Tynan saved my brothers. He gained a pardon for Saxon. He helped expose Othrix, and?—”
“Yes, yes.” Zogar shakes his head. “I know how much you love the boy.”
“Youloveme?” A massive grin breaks onto Tynan’s face.
I take a step back, and their hands fall off my body, leaving me feeling cold and longing to step back to their touch. But Tynan’s question brought my most important quandary to the forefront.
“You don’t need to answer.” Tynan shoots me a shaky grin. “I willalwayslove you, even if you never love me.”
“But I?—”
Tynan steps forward and captures my words in a kiss that sends sparks straight to my cleft and loosens my knees.
As his kiss deepens, more hands land upon me. Then the set of lips I’m kissing changes. The lips change again and again, but the kissing never stops. And as I kiss the men, my clothes disappear, allowing their caresses to directly fondle my skin.
While the men kiss and touch me, I’m swept up in so much pleasure and joy, completely caught up in every moment, and I lose track of whose lips were on mine last.
It would be so easy to continue like this, to let myself slip into a fantasy world for tonight, a world where the problems in the Light don’t exist, a world where the four of us have made plans for our futures, a world where nothing exists except the pleasure these three men can bring me—each of them fulfilling everything I need in his own unique way.
But I can’t be a coward. Before we make love, I need to be sure that each one of these men knows that I love him, even if I’m terrified of facing the full implications of saying it. Because I can’t imagine how these proud, strong men will ever accept that I want all three of them equally.
When I told Saxon and Zogar that I loved them, neither seemed to object, but we were in the midst of making love, and I know how easily my mind can be muddled by ecstasy.
As their hands roam gently over me, palming my breasts and sliding between my legs to tease me. I’m reaching the point of no return. Soon, all hope of discussion will end.
I break away from the kiss—it’s Zogar’s lips at this moment—and I stumble back on legs, shaky with desire.
“What’s wrong, my Rose?” Tynan asks.
All three men look concerned, and impossibly aroused—their eyes darkened, their skin reddened, their cocks incredibly hard.
“I know what I want tonight,” I say, and their eyes light up.
Tynan’s hand strokes his rod. “Do tell. We will fuck you however you desire.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t mean about sex.” I try to suppress the grin invading my face. “What I want, is to talk—to all three of you.”
“We’ve had enough talk today,” Zogar says.
“And you’ve been through so much,” Saxon adds.
The temptation to surrender to pleasure is strong, but I shake my head. “Tomorrow, we face problems bigger than ourselves, and we’ll have far more important matters to discuss.”
“What could be more important than this?” Looking into my eyes, Tynan pumps his cock in his hand.
