“Your happiness is paramount,” Saxon says. “Your safety and happiness are the only things that truly matter to me.”
I glance up at Saxon. I know that’s not true—he cares about a great many things—but I’m grateful and flattered he said this.
“If you recall.” Zogar’s hands grip his knees as he leans forward on his chair. “The day we wed, I took a vow to make you happy. And if this is what makes you happy?—”
“I’d do anything for you, Rose.” Tynan’s voice is strained, as if he’s close to breaking. “Hearing you say that you love me.” He places his hands on his chest. “I’m filled with far more joy than I deserve.”
“You’ve got that part right,” Zogar says gruffly. But then he chuckles and shakes his head.
My entire body is trembling, and my mind is spinning. This is not how I expected the men to react, not in my wildest dreams. “How would we live? What would people say?”
“We don’t need to answer those practical questions tonight, ma chérie.” Saxon leans forward in his chair, and I lean toward him as if some force is pulling us together. “But if we all want this, and I believe that we do, the four of us will find the answers to those questions, together.”
“And who gives a flying fuck what people think?” Tynan adds. “I do what I want.”
Zogar shakes his head. “Yet you claim you’re not a boy.” He chuckles.
Tynan grins mischievously and shrugs, and I’m reminded that while Tynan has but five and twenty years, Zogar has more like four-hundred-and-forty,
“I—” My emotions clog my words in my throat, and the three men all lean toward me, concern and adoration in their eyes. Out of respect for my wishes, until I invite them closer, they’re going to keep their physical distance. There’s so much more to express, but words can’t demonstrate what I feel in my heart.
I need to show them with actions.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “You’ve made me so happy. All of you.” I reach my arms out toward them.
CHAPTER 70
Rosomon
The men shed their remaining clothes and join me at the end of the bed, Zogar and Saxon to my sides, and Tynan behind me. Their fingers trail everywhere, as they take turns kissing my mouth, in between kissing me everywhere else.
Together, their gentle lips and hands lift my arousal and heighten my love, and I feel like the most delicate, most precious being in the world. I’m not sure I want them to continue to treat me with such tenderness all night, but I’m happy to let them set the pace.
“How can I be so lucky?” I moan as fingers tease the hair low on my belly, and I press my legs against the muscular thighs on either side of me. “I really don’t have to choose?”
From behind me, Tynan cups my breasts and gently squeezes. “The only thing you need to choose is who’s cock to take first.”
“Ma chérie.” Saxon turns my face toward him. “Tonight, you choose nothing.”
My cleft flutters, both from his words and the way that Tynan is playing with my nipples.
“I agree, my queen.” Zogar’s large hand parts my thighs. “But let us know if one of us hurts you. Or if you want something different.”
I nod.
“Let us take care of you.” Saxon’s lips skim down my throat and then over my collarbone.
“Let us love you.” Zogar nudges my face toward him and kisses me more softly than I thought he was capable of.
“Let us make you feel good.” Tynan’s hands play with my breasts, and I quickly lose track of who’s doing what, or even where I am.
I close my eyes as they stretch me out on the bed, and their hands and lips explore, softly kissing and touching and stroking, all of them moving around me carefully, more like cats than three large men.
I touch and stroke them too, but then Tynan and Saxon raise my arms so they can kiss the full length of them, and I let my entire body melt into the down-filled quilts and furs covering the bed.
Zogar’s huge hands spread my thighs wider, and the air from the room teases my damp folds. I’m throbbing with anticipation, eager to be filled, but instead of penetrating, Zogar’s fingers merely stroke, teasing but not pushing inside.
My dampness builds along with my need, but Zogar’s cock hasn’t come anywhere near me. Nor has Saxon’s or Tynan’s. As their lips all nibble, lick and tease, my hips writhe, seeking more pleasure.
