But he doesn’t bark, and no one moves.
Seems they need a little help.
I slowly lean over, our faces close, lips almost touching. Then I reach down and pick up my phone.
I sit back with it. “Go on,” I tease. “Stop me.”
I type in some random numbers. I don’t even look because my eyes are locked on Kaiden’s, and when those pupils go nice and big again, I go to press call—
“Stop.”
The phone falls.
But that isn’t Kaiden.
It’s Sylvan.
And then his lips descend on mine.
“Mine,” he growls between kisses. He only pauses to snarl, “You’re mine, ours.”
Then he’s kissing me again, no room to breathe as fingers trace up my spine. I go to turn—
“Stay.” Another bark in a low rumble beside my ear as the zip of my dress is eased down, the shoulders peeled away until the fabric lies around my waist.
Warm lips are kissing my back, my shoulders, my jaw, while Sylvan’s tongue pushes into my mouth.
There’s another sharp hum in the air, and I’m lifted just enough for my dress to be pulled down. In nothing but underwear and heels, I sit back in my seat, my hands beneath me, facing forward.
Sylvan keeps kissing me, his tongue demanding compliance, and someone’s fingers are grazing the front of my underwear.
When they slide up, over my clit. I shiver, legs closing on instinct.
“Open.” The bark echoes; the kissing stops.
I open my eyes to see Luc in a hazy light, his gaze locked between my legs as his bark sinks into place.
My legs open.
“Wider,” he barks again, wide pupils sweeping up to my face.
I comply, and he groans deep in his throat, eyes locked with mine.
When Val’s fingers slip under my underwear, his fingertip sliding up and down my soaked slit, I let out a whimper.
Collective rumbles fill the car.
“You like teasing us, Revea?” Luc hisses, voice dipped in a wicked rasp as his eyes dart from his brother’s slow movements to my face. “Let’s see how long you last.”
A finger slips inside me, but I can’t produce a sound because Sylvan is kissing me again. The last thing I see is Luc and Kaiden turning around, and the car rumbles back to life.
It takes three edged orgasms for me to realise I made a mistake.
My underwear is gone. Sylvan’s mouth is teasing my breasts, the tip of his tongue running over my nipples, blowing, then nipping the sensitive skin.
While Val tortures me with languid, deep pumps of his fingers. Increasing from one, to two, to three, grazing my clit with his thumb, building my orgasm until he feels me clench—then withdraws completely.
Every time.
